Page 124 of Spinner's Luck

Everything in me went still.

His smirk widened. “That’s what I thought.”

“You touch her again, and I will fuckin’ end you, Fang.” My voice was low, dangerous. No room for doubt.

He tilted his head. “Oh, Spinner. Dumb fuckin’, Spinner. You still don’t get it, do you?”

I gritted my teeth, every muscle in my body shaking. “You really gonna keep talkin’ like a dumb fucker?”

His eyes lit up, amused. “Lucy’s pussy has made us both crazy, yeah?”

Something deep, primal, and uncontrollable snapped inside me and Lucy took that second to lower her head.

I pulled the trigger.

He jerked, the bullet whipping past his face, slicing open his cheek. He stumbled back, cursing, the gun pulling away from Lucy’s head.

That was my opening.

I rushed him.

Fang tried to recover, swinging his gun back toward me, but he was too slow.

I was already on him.

I slammed into him full force, driving him back into the wall. The impact seemed to shake the whole goddamn warehouse.

The gun flew from his grip.

I barely noticed.

All I saw was red.

All I felt was rage.

I threw the first punch—a brutal, bone-cracking right hook to his jaw. His head snapped back, blood flying.

I followed it up with another. And another.

I didn’t stop. Didn’t let him breathe.

His face was already a fucking mess by the time he managed to swing back. His fist crashed into my ribs, but I barely felt it.

Didn’t fucking care.

I grabbed him by the throat, slamming his head into the wall.

Hard.

“YOU THINK YOU CAN HURT HER?” I snarled, my grip tightening.

Fang choked, clawing at my arm. “G-Gonna… k-kill you…”

I laughed. Low. Mean. Deadly.

“No, motherfucker.” I leaned in, whispering against his bloodied face. “I’m gonna kill you.”

I threw him to the ground, hard. His head smacked against the concrete, dazed, sluggish.

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