Page 55 of Spinner's Luck

The door to the clubhouse creaked open behind me, and I spun around, tension still coiled tight in my chest. Spinner stepped out, his gaze immediately locking on me.

“Lucy?”

“Hey, Spinner, you’re back,” I said, forcing my voice to sound normal even as my heart raced. I couldn’t bring myself to tell him about Fang—not yet. I was still trying to process what had just happened. It almost felt unreal.

“Did somethin’ happen while I was gone?” he asked, his tone showing his worry, picking up on my mood.

“No,” I said quickly, stepping closer to him. “I was just thinking... sometimes I get this way.”

His jaw tightened, his eyes searching mine. He didn’t believe me, not entirely. “Lucy, you’d never hold anythin’ back from me, would you?”

“Nothing that would make a difference in our relationship,” I said softly, wrapping my arms around his waist and pulling him close. I needed him, needed the solid weight of him to ground me after the encounter with Fang.

I should tell him everything. But for the first time since I was a kid, I was afraid—afraid of losing someone who meant this much.

I HADN’T PLANNEDon seeing her tonight. Hell, I hadn’t even planned on being seen. This was supposed to be about watching, waiting, learning their routines. But then Lucy wandered into the woods, her slim figure cutting through the darkness like a siren I couldn’t ignore.

No. I could never resist Lucy.

The second my eyes landed on her, I knew she wasn’t like the others. The first night she walked into the Dragon Fire Clubhouse, she had every head turning—and not just because she was beautiful. No, there was something else about her, something sharper. She wasn’t one of those cheap, easy bitches hanging off every brother with a patch. She had fire, a strength that burned in her eyes and made it clear she didn’t take shit from anyone.

And that’s why I knew she was mine.

None of the other bitches had ever been good enough to wear my patch, let alone stand beside me. But Lucy? She was different. She wasn’t my usual type, but that’s exactly why the others didn’t stand a chance. That night, she sealed her fate—whether she knew it or not. And though she’s fought me every step of the way, like the hellcat she is, it doesn’t change one simple fact: she’s mine.

But Spinner didn’t seem to get that fucking memo.

Word from inside The Devil’s House was that he wanted to claim her. My teeth clenched just thinking about it. Apparently, Lucy wasn’t fighting him the way she fought me. No, she was playing nice, cozying up to him like a bitch in heat.

She was supposed to bow tomelike that.

It pissed me off.

Still, I stayed hidden as she moved deeper into the woods, farther from the safety of her little clubhouse. It was reckless, but it didn’t surprise me. Lucy always thought she could handle herself, even when it got her ass kicked.

When she froze, calling out into the darkness, her voice steady and unflinching, I almost smiled. That was Lucy—too proud, too stubborn to show fear, even when she should.

“Relax,” I said, stepping out of the shadows.

Her reaction was immediate, her body snapping into action as she spun to face me, knife in hand.

A hot as fuck she cat.

I took a step closer, testing her, watching the fire in her eyes spark brighter. She didn’t scream. Of course she didn’t. Screaming wasn’t her way. Screaming was for people who thought someone might save them. Lucy didn’t rely on anyone but herself. That’s one of the things I admired about her.

She threw sharp words at me, trying to push me back, but I couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at my lips. The knife in her hand didn’t scare me. Hell, nothing about Lucy scared me—except the thought of not having her.

I wanted to take her then and there, drag her back where she belonged, but I wasn’t stupid. There was no way I could get her off this property without half the clubhouse tearing through the woods after me.

The timing wasn’t right.

So I did the next best thing. I planted the seeds, reminded her of the stakes, of what would happen if she didn’t come back. I saw the flicker of understanding in her eyes, even though she wouldn’t admit it. She knew I wasn’t bluffing.

When she turned and ran for the clearing, I chuckled low, following her for a few steps, just enough to make sure she was heading back to the clubhouse. Watching her retreat toward the light spilling from the doors, a twisted sense of loss curled in my chest.

I lingered in the shadows as the door creaked open, and there he was. Spinner. His eyes scanned the clearing before landing on her. I watched as Lucy walked up to him, her arms wrapping around his waist, holding him tight like he was her fucking man.

My hands clenched into fists as I slipped further into the darkness, rage and jealousy burning in my chest. Spinner didn’t deserve her, and he’d die for touching Lucy.

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