Page 64 of Spinner's Luck

She said she was wrong about me. Well, maybe I was wrong about her, too.

I shouldn’t have fucking trusted her.

I STORMED AWAYfrom Spinner, my shoes crunchingagainst the ground as I tried to keep my hands from shaking. The humid night air hit me, hot and unforgiving, as I remembered the sting of his words, and the look in his eyes.

The words repeated in my head, over and over, until they blurred with the sound of my own heartbeat. He didn’t trust me. After everything, after all the times I’d let him in—let him see parts of me no one else had—he still didn’t trust me.

I stopped at the edge of the lot, my breath hitching as I leaned against one of the wooden posts that marked the property line. The darkness beyond the lights of the clubhouse seemed endless, stretching out like the hollow ache in my chest.

How could he think I’d ever be with scum like Fang? How could he look at me,reallylook at me, and think for even a second that I’d betray him?

I squeezed my eyes shut, dragging in a shaky breath. The photo. That damn photo. Fang had orchestrated this, laid the trap perfectly, and Spinner walked right into it without a second thought.

Maybe this is my fault.

The thought crept in before I could stop it, insidious and sharp. I’d kept secrets from him—ones I’d justified, ones I thought I could keep locked away without consequence. But now? Now they were cracking through the surface, and everything was falling apart because of it.

A part of me wanted to go back in there, grab him by the collar, and scream at him until he understood. Until he saw me the way I’d seen him, flawed, yes, but worth trusting. Worth fighting for.

But I knew it wouldn’t matter. Not now.

He’d already looked at me like I was guilty. Like I was the enemy.

Tears stung my eyes, but I swallowed them down, refusing to let them fall. Fang had wanted this. He wanted to plant doubt in Spinner’s head, to fracture the trust between us. And now? He’d done a damn good job of it.

I turned, glancing back at the clubhouse. The lights glowed warm and inviting, but all I could see was the cold accusation in Spinner’s eyes.

How could I go back in there now? How could I face him when I knew he didn’t believe me?

I pulled my jacket tighter around me, forcing my feet to move as I started walking. I didn’t know where I was going—maybe just far enough to clear my head. The clubhouse, the club, Spinner, it all felt suffocating now, like the walls were closing in on me no matter where I turned.

I needed to breathe.

But as I walked, anger began to simmer inside hot and heavy. He came at me with accusations and doubts, throwing Fang’s bullshit in my face without ever stopping to ask if it was true. Sure, he lied and said he wasn’t sure, but the truth was in his eyes.

After everything we’d been through, he owed me more than that.

I stopped in my tracks, the realization hitting me like a slap. Maybe this wasn’t just about the jacket or the note or the photo. Maybe this was about something deeper, something I hadn’t wanted to admit to myself.

Spinner had walls, thick ones, built brick by brick over years of pain. I thought I’d broken through them, that I’d earned his trust. And I’m sure he felt the same way about me.

And maybe—just maybe—we both weren’t ready for this relationship.

I turned, staring back at the clubhouse in the distance. Part of me wanted to walk back and hold on to him tight. To make him see me for who I really was, not Fang’s pawn, not someone with anything to hide, butLucy.

But another part of me knew it wasn’t that simple. Trust wasn’t something you could force. It had to be earned, and right now, we were standing on opposite sides of a chasm that felt too wide to cross.

I swallowed hard, blinking back the tears that threatened to fall. If he couldn’t trust me—if he couldn’t believe in me—then maybe we were meant to be.

The thought sent a fresh wave of pain slicing through my chest, but I straightened, setting my jaw.

Fucking Fang.

I knew why he was doing this, why he was so hellbent on wrecking my life. But I sure as hell didn’t ask for any of it.

With one last glance at the clubhouse, I turned and walked into the night, hoping a good long walk would clear my head.

The ache in my chest told me this wasn’t over. Not even close. But for now? I needed to protect myself. Because if I didn’t, no one else would.

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