Page 123 of Spinner's Luck

But she wasn’t alone.

Fang stood in front of her, grinning.

My fucking mom was crumpled on the floor, and it should have surprised me seeing her, but it didn’t. Let her fucking suffer. Whatever had happened I knew she was at fault.

And all I could see was Fang.

His fingers curled under Lucy’s chin, tilting her head up as he hovered over her.

I lifted my gun.

And for the first time in my life—

I didn’t wait for permission.

I didn’t think.

Didn’t breathe.

Didn’t hesitate.

The second I saw Fang’s hands on Lucy, my vision went black with rage.

My gun was already up, finger tightening on the trigger—

Then the room exploded.

Gunfire ripped through the air, bullets slamming into the walls, ricocheting off metal beams. A deafening roar of chaos swallowed the warehouse, men shouting, boots pounding.

I hit the ground hard, rolling behind a stack of crates, my heart hammering against my ribs.

“FUCK!” Thunder’s voice snapped through the commotion. “They were waitin’ for us!”

A trap.

Fang had been waiting.

I shoved the rage down, forcing my brain to work. I had seconds before I lost control completely.

I peeked around the crates, my pulse slammed like a battle cry in my veins.

Lucy was still tied to the chair, frozen. Her eyes were locked on mine—wide, shocked.

She was so exhausted it almost seemed like she questioned if I were real.

Fang stood behind her, gun in hand, his grin shark-like, taunting. Like he was enjoying the show.

“Well, well, well,” he called over the gunfire. “Look what the devil dragged in.”

I bared my teeth, stepping out from cover, gun locked on his head. “You’re dead, motherfucker.”

Fang just laughed.

A sick, slow chuckle, like he was having the time of his fucking life.

“You really think you can take me out that easy?” he smirked, pressing his gun to Lucy’s temple.

I stopped moving.

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