Page 72 of Spinner's Luck

I’d fucked up.

“I’ll find her,” I said finally, my voice hard with conviction.

“I hope you do,” Devil replied, his tone clipped, but something in his eyes told me he understood.

I swallowed the acid in my throat. It was more than just fucking up. I’d destroyed everything.

“I didn’t trust her when she needed me most,” I admitted, my voice barely above a growl. “And now she thinks she’s on her own.”

Devil studied me for a long moment before giving a slow nod. “It’s a hard thing, realizing you lost something you can’t replace.” His voice dropped, heavier, weighted with something personal. “But you still got a shot to fix it.” He paused, then muttered, “Some of us don’t get that chance.”

He didn’t wait for a response—didn’t need one. His words hit the target.

I followed him inside, exhaustion and worry coiling around my ribs like razors. We stepped into the war room, where the brothers were already gathered around the table.

“Spinner needs help spreading out to find Lucy,” Devil said, dropping into his chair at the head of the table.

Gearhead leaned back, arms crossed. “We’re wastin’ time chasin’ her. If she wanted to stay, she would’ve. She made her choice.”

My hands gripped the edge of the table, knuckles whitening, my glare cutting through the room. “She didn’t run ’cause she’s guilty, she ran ’cause I gave her a reason to.”

“She took off,” Chain said, leaning forward in his chair. “Means she don’t wanna be here.”

No.That wasn’t it. She didn’t think shehada place here anymore.

“No,” I snapped, heat flaring in my chest. “It means she thought we didn’twanther here.”

Mystic, leaning against the wall with arms folded, pushed off slightly. His tone was quiet but carried weight. “Doesn’t matter why she ran. If Fang gets his hands on her, it’s over. Lucy might’ve been tough as nails, but Spinner, you fucked up with that Ashlynn stunt. Zeynep and Spinner trust her. That’s enough for me. Spinner’s my brother and yours, or have you forgotten what this brotherhood is about?”

Silence stretched thick across the room. Mystic wasn’t one for dramatics, when he spoke, people shut the hell up and listened.

“We got two priorities,” Devil cut in, breaking the tension in the room. “One—find Lucy. Two—figure out what Drago’s planning. Spinner, you’re leading the search. The rest of you, stay focused. This isn’t over. They’re gonna retaliate for that shipment we torched. Don’t turn your back onanyone.”

I nodded, but it didn’t stop the emptiness hollowing me out from the inside.Goddamn, I missed her.My bed felt like a tomb without her. The loneliness was gnawing at me, eating me alive.

The meeting broke. Chairs scraped back, boots thudded against the floor as brothers moved to prep. I turned to leave, but Gatsby caught my arm. His usual quiet was replaced with something heavier—something that made my gut twist.

“You better find her, Spin,” he said, voice low with a warning edge. “From what I’ve dug up on Fang... he’s not just dangerous—he’sfucking sadistic.”

“I know,” I ground out through clenched teeth.

Gatsby’s gaze didn’t waver. “I’ll help any way I can. But time’s not on your side.”

I clenched my fists, tension rolling through me like a storm ready to tear shit apart. “I’ll beat theshitoutta Father Time if he screws me over.”

A faint smirk ghosted across Gatsby’s face. “Good luck.”

Fuck luck.I didn’t need it.

I neededLucy.

And I’d tear apart the goddamn world to bring her back, whether she hated me or not.

Because losing her?

That wasn’t an option.

I strolled into the garage, staring at my bike.

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