Page 127 of Spinner's Luck

You really think you can run from me?

Even now, back at the clubhouse, surrounded by leather, steel, and hardened men I should’ve felt safe with, I couldn’t shake the feeling that Fang was right. That he would always be out there.

Watching.

Waiting.

I didn’t realize I was shaking until Spinner slid off his bike and pulled me off with him. His hands were firm, steady, warm, but my knees still wobbled when my feet hit the pavement.

I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to stay upright. I won’t fucking fall.

But Spinner saw it anyway.

His grip on me tightened. “I got you, baby.”

I swallowed hard, hating how weak I felt.

The clubhouse door swung open, slamming against the wall, and Brenda stormed out like a hurricane. Her face was a thundercloud of rage and worry, eyes darting over the bruises, the dried blood, the absolute wreck that was Spinner’s face.

Her gaze landed on me.

And just like that, everything shifted.

The fury melted, replaced by something raw. Something comforting.

“Oh, honey,” she murmured, her voice breaking as she pulled me into a bone-crushing hug.

I let her.

Because for the first time in days, I let myself feel it.

The relief. The exhaustion.

The fear that still hadn’t left.

“You’re home now,” Brenda whispered. “Nobody’s touchin’ you here.”

I nodded, pressing my lips together to keep them from trembling.

But I wasn’t so sure.

Not really.

Not when Fang was still out there.

Not when I could still feel his hands on me, his breath against my ear, his voice slithering through my mind. All a painful reminder of the things he’d done to me, not just in that warehouse, but that night months ago.

And not when Spinner’s grip on my waist never loosened, like he was afraid I’d slip away again.

The low growl of engines pulled me back. Spinner tensed beneath my touch as Devil and the others rolled up behind us, their bikes rumbling to a stop, engines cutting out one by one.

“Church. Now,” Devil ordered, his voice was a cold slash against the heat of the morning.

Spinner didn’t let me go. “Later.”

Devil’s hard gaze burned into him. “Did I ask a fucking question?”

Spinner’s entire body coiled, breathing slow and deep. I felt the angry frustration in him, caged but ready to break free.

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