Page 129 of Spinner's Luck

But all I could think about was Fang. About how close he’d come to taking Lucy away from me permanently. And then—after all that—to fucking escape.

I forced myself to sit the fuck down. Forced my hands to use my spinner, even though I wanted to put my fist through the table.

Chain leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. “The men Patch is sendin’ will be rollin’ in by tomorrow mornin’. We’ll use them to run intel before we make a move.”

Devil nodded, “Good. I want eyes on Dragon Fire’s movements. Drago will be laying low for a while, but don’t mistake that for weakness. This isn’t the last of the bloodshed.”

His fingers steepled, voice smooth as steel. “We’re taking down the whole goddamn club.”

Silence fell over the room.

Not from doubt—no, not that.

From cold, simmering anticipation.

Mystic exhaled sharply. “Drago’s not gonna go down easy.”

“And we can’t forget about the cartel,” Gearhead added.

Devil gave a slow nod. “It’s not gonna be easy. But we never back down.”

A few grim chuckles rumbled through the room. I didn’t laugh.

Drago was a different breed of monster than Fang. Where Fang was a hunter—patient, precise, setting traps—Drago was rabid. Wild. Unpredictable.

Then Devil’s gaze cut to me. “Before we move forward, your mom. She was at the scene.”

A heavy silence dropped over the table.

I didn’t even flinch. Didn’t so much as blink.

“Yeah,” I said, voice flat. “And?”

Devil leaned forward. “And she was dead.”

I exhaled sharply through my nose, like Devil was pointing out something as mundane as the fucking weather.

“She was nothin’ to me.”

Rune shifted in his seat, watching me closely. “She still gave birth to you.”

My jaw flexed. “That don’t mean shit. She was never a mother. She only came back when she needed somethin’. She was ridin’ thick with those bastards, I promise you.” My voice turned razor-sharp. “She should’ve stayed the fuck gone.”

Devil studied me for a long moment, as if weighing whether I meant it. Then his gaze shifted.

“Lucy was there. She’ll know what happened.”

The tension in my shoulders pulled tighter. I wished they’d drop it. “I’ll ask her once she’s rested.”

Devil nodded, satisfied for now.

His gaze cut to Chain. “What’s the situation at the warehouse?”

Chain exhaled, shaking his head. “It’s a mess. We got some of our guys cleanin’ up, but Drago’s crew left bodies behind. They weren’t exactly subtle.”

“Cops sniffin’ around?” Thunder asked.

“Not yet,” Chain said. “But it’s only a matter of time. Gunshots this close to the docks? Someone’s bound to have called it in.”

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