Page 17 of Spinner's Luck

“She’s mine,” he snapped, his hands curling into fists. “And she’s with them, you’re sure?”

“Yep, my sources saw her enter their compound and not come out,” I said, smiling at the anger that crossed his rugged face. He had been looking hard for her since she disappeared, putting in extra time. He thought I didn’t know, but of course I knew, if it was only Zeynep, he’d leave it to someone else.

His jealousy was bleeding from him, and for once, I didn’t mind it. Fang was always too controlled, too careful. Seeing him riled up reminded me why I kept him around. “That traitorous bitch,” he snarled, gritting his teeth. “Wait until I get her back.”

“Then we both have something to gain, don’t we?” I said, the grin spreading wider across my face. “Zeynep, Lucy... their territory. It’s all there for the taking.”

Fang exhaled slowly, the tension in his shoulders easing as his expression turned calculating. “We still can’t rush it. They’re watchin’ us, and if we move too soon, Devil will come down on us hard and we got some delicate shipments coming our way.”

“I don’t fucking care,” I hissed, slamming my fist against the table again. “I want my ol’ lady back. Taking Zeynep? That’s a line they shouldn’t have stepped over.”

“And Lucy?” Fang’s voice dropped to a whisper, and his eyes darkened.

I leaned in closer, my tone low and laced with steel. “Lucy’s a wild card, and she knows too much shit. Maybe we use her for more than your fuck piece. Maybe we break her. Either way, she’ll crack eventually. They always do.”

Fang nodded, his lips curling into a dangerous smile. “I want to destroy those motherfuckers.”

I slammed my hand on the table, this time in triumph. “Good. Let’s start shaking their foundation. Take out their runners. Hit their shipments. Make them bleed.”

Fang leaned back, his smirk never fading. “And when they’re weak, we take what’s ours.”

The laughter crawled up from deep inside me, dark and hollow. “Exactly. Zeynep and Lucy are just the beginning. By the time we’re done, The Devil’s House MC won’t even know what hit them.”

The fire in my chest burned brighter as the plan solidified in my mind. They thought they could take what was mine. They thought they could take my ol’ lady from me.

I’ll die first.

I LEANED BACKin the cracked vinyl booth,the cigarette smoldering between my fingers, my head still spinning from what Drago just told me.She’s with The Devil’s House MC.

That bitch Lucy.

The name burned through my chest like a brand, just like she always did. The thought of her being with those bastards pissed me off so fucking bad. She wasn’t theirs. She was mine—always had been since that first day, always would be.

The cigarette burned down to the filter, and I stubbed it out on the edge of the table, the ash scattering like my patience. The waitress behind the counter was staring, her eyes darting between me and the coffee pot she was holding like she didn’t know whether to refill my cup or run out the back door. Smart girl. She should run.

But my focus wasn’t on her. It was on Lucy.

I could still see her in my mind’s eye, the way she looked the last time I had her in my sights. That fiery look she got when she was pissed at me, all stubborn and wild. I’d loved it. Lovedher. That was the fucking problem. She thought she could run from me. Thought she could hide. But Lucy didn’t understand how this worked. I’d always find her. Always.

I slammed my fist on the table, hard enough to rattle the chipped coffee cup. The waitress flinched, but I didn’t care. All I could see was Lucy, wrapped up in their world, thinking they could protect her. Thinking they could keep her from me.

She was wrong.

The Devil’s House didn’t scare me. They didn’t know me yet, but they would. I’d burn that whole damn place to the ground if it meant getting her back. I’d do my own search separate from Drago. He thought I didn’t know he planned to kill Lucy. But I wasn’t one of his dumb fucking boot lickers.

My hand drifted to my phone, and I scrolled until I found the name I needed. One call. That’s all it’d take to get the ball rolling. A few favors called in, a little grease in the right hands, and I’d know exactly what was happening inside that clubhouse.

The phone rang twice before a gravelly voice answered. “Yeah?”

“It’s Fang,” I said, my voice steady, sharp. “I need eyes inside The Devil’s House MC.”

A pause. Then a low chuckle. “You got it. It won’t be cheap though.”

I gritted my teeth. “Just fucking do it.”

The line went dead as I hung up and slid the phone into my pocket. My blood was pounding now, the adrenaline kicking in as I stood and tossed a crumpled bill onto the table. My bike was waiting for me just outside, her paint seemed to sparkle like she knew what was coming. I ran a hand over my jaw, the thought of Lucy fueling every step I took.

I’d have her back, I could feel it in my gut. And when I did, she’d finally understand. She belonged to me, no matter what.

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