Page 38 of Spinner's Luck

“Where was their last spot?” Devil asked.

“A run-down warehouse just outside Tybee Island,” she answered smoothly. “Drago’s paranoid. He doesn’t talk club business around just anyone. Zeynep would know more, he kept her close, always.”

Mystic leaned forward, his intensity sharpening. “What else do you know?”

Lucy hesitated for half a beat, then dropped the bomb. “They’re working with the cartel.”

The room went dead silent. Bolt straightened in his chair. Chain stopped tapping the table. Even Devil, who never flinched, stiffened.

“How the fuck do you know that?” The hard set of Devil's jaw and the sharp glint in his eyes made it clear, he wasn’t messing around.

“My guy found the connection on the dark web,” she said, her voice laced with venom. “Dragon Fire’s moving product for them. They’re making a hell of a lot of money off it.”

“Holy fuck,” I muttered.

“No shit,” Devil said, leaning back, arms crossing over his chest. “At least now we know what we’re up against.”

“There’ve been rumblings about a cartel on our coast for a year,” Chain added, fingers resuming their restless drumming. “But no one’s been able to pin it down.”

“Won’t stop us from takin’ them out,” Mystic growled, his expression dark.

I clenched my fists under the table. The plan just got a whole lot more complicated, and with Lucy in the mix, it felt like a powder keg ready to blow.

“Drago mentioned a man named Fang in connection with you,” Devil said suddenly, his gaze narrowing on Lucy. “What did he mean?”

She straightened in her chair, arms crossing. “Fang’s smart. Calculated. He likes leverage, and he doesn’t give a damn how he gets it. If he’s focused on me, it’s not just to piss you off, it’s because he thinks I’m useful.”

“Were you sleeping with him?” Devil asked bluntly.

“Hell no,” she snapped. But something flickered in her eyes—guilt? Sadness? I couldn’t tell, but I damn sure noticed. “Fang’s a vile piece of shit, and I hope the devil himself is waiting to drag him down.”

What’s she not telling us? I thought grimly watching her closely.

“Can you think of anything else?” Devil pressed.

“Nothing that helps your club,” she said, leaning back and getting comfortable.

Devil stood, signaling the end of the meeting. “Enough for now. Take a break.”

Lucy shot to her feet, bristling. “You promised to tell me what you’re planning.”

“No,” he smirked. “I said you could sit in on this meeting.” He gave a casual shrug. “Meeting’s over.”

“You tricked me!” she hissed.

“Don’t push me, Lucy,” Devil warned, his eyes flicking to me. “Set her straight.”

“You have some—” she started.

I exhaled hard, cutting her off with a glare. “Lucy, shut the hell up and stop arguing.”

The others filed out, grinning like they’d just watched the best show in town. Lucy stayed behind, her gaze burning into me.

“You can’t stop me,” she said quietly, stepping closer. Her voice had lost its sharp edge, but the determination behind it was stronger than ever.

I shook my head, trying to keep my temper in check. “You’re not part of this, Lucy. You don’t understand how dangerous this is.”

Her lips pressed into a tight line. She took another step forward, closing the space between us. “Dangerous? Spinner, you think I don’t know that? They’ve got women with them—women I need to get out. Your club is only worried about your fucking territory.”

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