Page 119 of Spinner's Luck

Fang chuckled. “That’s what I thought.”

The warehouse door groaned open.

Fang turned, annoyed. “What now—”

Then he stopped.

I heard heels clicking against the concrete, and before I could process it—

Crystal strolled in, smirking like she owned the place.

I blinked, my brain short-circuiting. No. No fucking way.

Her dark hair was curled like she’d just walked out of a salon, her makeup perfect, and she was wearing heels like she wasn’t stepping into a goddamn warehouse full of criminals.

I stared, stomach twisting. “What the hell—”

Crystal let out a light, airy laugh. Fake. All of it. “Oh, sweetheart,” she purred. “Did you really think you were goin’ to get my son?”

My throat tightened. “You?”

Fang crossed his arms, leaning back against the workbench, watching. Amused.

Crystal tilted her head, eyes shining with cruel delight. “Did you really think Spinner cared about you? That you were the only one?”

I clenched my teeth, refusing to take the bait.

She smiled wider, too satisfied. “Ashlynn is the woman he was meant to be with.”

Bitch was just trying to get me to react.

I kept my expression blank, but inside, my anger burned.

Ashlynn and this bitch don’t give a shit about Spinner.

Crystal leaned in, too close, too smug. “Did he tell you about her? How much he loved her?”

My jaw locked to keep from spitting at the lying bitch.

She laughed. “Oh, sweetheart, you poor, stupid girl.” She turned to Fang, all warmth and amusement. “She really thought she was special to him.”

Fang just smirked. “She still does.”

Crystal made a soft, pitying sound. “You’re nothin’ but a distraction, honey. Ashlynn has his heart”

I stared at her, my rage boiling over my fear.

“You’re a fucking liar.”

Crystal tsked, stepping back. “Believe what you want.” She smirked at Fang. “Shame. We should show her what true love is, baby.”

Fang’s grin faded.

Crystal didn’t notice. She turned back to me, her lips curling. “I told Fang everythin’ I could find out through Ashlynn. Where you were, what you were doin’, how to get you alone.”

I felt sick.

Spinner’s own mother sold me out—soldhimout.

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