Page 112 of Spinner's Luck

I tapped my temple, still grinning.

“They talk to me.”

Her lips parted, just a fraction, before she snapped her mouth shut again.

Good.

I liked watching her figure it out.

“You thought you were ahead of me,” I went on, tilting my head. “That was cute. But the truth is, I’ve been behind you almost since the second you walked out of that clubhouse. You never stood a chance.”

A flicker of something crossed her face. Anger. Fear. Both.

She masked it quick.

Too bad I’d already seen it.

Her voice was quieter this time. “Why am I still breathing? You know I was watching you and your club?”

I exhaled sharply, shaking my head. “You really don’t get it, do you?”

She waited.

I leaned in just enough to make her tense, my voice dropping lower. Meaner.

“Because I don’t want you dead, Lucy.” I paused, letting the words sink in. “I want you to be my ol’ lady. I’ll break you of that spyin’ shit.”

I saw the shiver roll through her before she clamped down on it.

I sat back again, casual as ever, and gestured toward Reyes.

“She still got her knife?”

Reyes reached over, pulling her bag from her grip before she could react. He dumped it onto the floor between us—wallet, burner phone, knife, and…

I smirked, picking up the Glock, turning it over in my hand. “Oh Lucy, you should’ve used it. Why even carry it?”

Her face stayed neutral, but I saw her tension.

“Was this gonna be your big plan, huh?” I lifted the gun, aimed it at my own head like I was mocking the idea. “Wait for the right moment? Take me out? Fight your way free?”

Lucy said nothing.

I lowered the gun, flicking the safety on with a lazy smirk.

“Didn’t think that far ahead, did you?” I murmured, tossing it back into Reyes’s lap. “Doesn’t matter. You won’t get another shot.”

The van hit a bump, jostling us, but I didn’t move.

Lucy didn’t either.

She was fighting it. The exhaustion. The fear. The hopelessness creeping into her bones.

I could see it swallowing her.

Just like I planned.

“Get some sleep, love,” I said, stretching my legs again. “Gonna be a long night.”

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