Page 108 of Spinner's Luck

I’d been paying cash, keeping my head down, treating every minute like Drago and Fang were already breathing down my neck.

Deep down, I knew it was true.

Like a warning bell ringing in my bones.

Dragon Fire wasn’t stupid. If Drago wanted me—and Iknewhe did—he’d send enough men to blanket the area, overturning every rock until they found me.

Which meant I couldn’t stop. Not yet.

I ducked into an abandoned gas station, the windows boarded up, the sign dangling from a single rusty chain. The silence inside was suffocating, broken only by the sound of my ragged breathing as I slid down against the wall.

I shouldn’t be alone.

Like a viper sinking its fangs, the thought struck before I could even flinch. Four days ago, I wasn’t. I had him.

Spinner.

I clenched my jaw, forcing my mind away from the memory of his touch, the way his voice had once made me feel safe. That was before. Before Dragon Fire made it clear I’d never be free. Before my conscience refused to let someone else suffer in my place.

I swallowed hard, shoving the pain deep where it couldn’t choke me.

Yes, he’d doubted me. Hurt me. Chosen his club over me. Damn him for it, but I still couldn’t shake the love I had for the reckless bastard.

Leaving was the right call.

Zeynep would be safe, she was locked down tighter than Fort Knox. There was no chance anyone was slipping past her personal brick wall. If someone did try to get past him, they’d be leaving in more pieces than they arrived.

My hands trembled as I pulled out my phone, checking the map one more time. I’d wiped it clean before I left the clubhouse, no digital trail, no accounts logged in, just a burner map app with no history.

The docks were a few miles west, a maze of warehouses and shipping containers that would give me cover. Not great. But the best I had. I wasn’t just running—I still had a mission. If I had to hide, I might as well gather intel. I wouldn’t be as careless this time.

But first, Oliver.

He was picking me up, and I’d stay a few hours to get caught up before disappearing again. I didn’t want to put him in danger.

I ran a hand through my hair, my chest tightening as exhaustion threatened to swallow me whole.

“Come on, Lucy,” I whispered, barely able to hear myself over the pounding of my pulse. “Keep it together.’

I inhaled deep, forcing my mind to focus. Fang and his men didn’t know where I was—I hoped—and as long as I stayed smart, they wouldn’t.

Then I heard it.

At first, it was distant. A whisper against the wind. But it grew louder.

Engines.

My heart stopped.

I scrambled to my feet, shoving the phone back into my bag. Peering through a crack in the boarded window, I saw them. Motorcycles. Headlights cutting through the night.

Dragon Fire.

Fear clamped down, white-hot and merciless, turning my body to stone. No way they could know I was here. This had to be coincidence.

But I didn’t believe in coincidence.

I needed to move.Now.

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