Page 99 of Spinner's Luck

She sighed again, moving to the kitchen, like this was just another inconvenience.

“I was helping you,” she said, opening a cabinet. “Ashlynn would be good for you, help get you out of that biker gang and start a real family.”

Bullshit.

My pulse roared in my ears. She wouldn’t know a real family if it found its way up her ass.

“You don’t even know me,” I growled. “Ashlynn’s a club mattress. You know that, right?”

Ashlynn gasped, offended.

I didn’t give a shit.

“This wasn’t about me,” I snapped. “It was about you. About keepin’ your control.”

She poured herself a drink. Ignoring me.

Fucking typical.

I turned back to Ashlynn, who was watching me too closely. Too calmly. Like she thought she still had a shot.

That pissed me off more than anything.

“And you?” I snarled, closing the distance, words dripping with venom. “You’re out. Club’s done with you, show up again, and it won’t just be words you’ll answer to.”

She stood her ground, but I saw the panic flicker in her eyes.

Then her hands reached for me, desperate. Clawing for something that wasn’t there.

“I love you, Spinner. I always have. Don’t throw me away.” Her voice wavered, thick with desperation. “Remember? Youchoseme that night. That means somethin’.”

A harsh, bitter laugh ripped from my throat.

“You threwyourselfaway.” My voice was cold steel. “I can’t stand a liar, and I never chose you. Iusedyou—to hurt Lucy. Because I loveher.”

That got her.

Her eyes flickered with something—jealousy? Anger? Desperation? Didn’t fucking matter.

“I clawed my way into that damn club,” she rasped, her voice thick with emotion, barely holding together. Her breath hitched, shoulders trembling with the weight of her words. “Every choice I made... every damn move with those bikers... it was all for you. To be near you.” She swallowed hard, her eyes burning with a mix of anger and heartbreak. “Yeah, I kept who I was to myself. Figured it didn’t matter. Figured it wouldn’t change a damn thing.”

I let out a bitter laugh, the sound harsh and cold. “The hell it didn’t,” I snarled, my chest tight with rage. “You think playin' me was just gonna slide? I don’t give a damn about your reasons. You lied. Youusedme.” I shook my head, disgust curling in my gut. “Whatever game you were playin’, bitch... you lost.”

Her whole body went taut, something dark flashing across her face. Then, like a switch flipping, she lunged forward, eyes wild.

“Itdidn’t,” she hissed, stepping right up to me, her breath hot with fury.

I held my ground, towering over her, rage coiling tight in my chest.

She didn’t get it.

She never fucking would.

“Because you werenevermy brother,” she pleaded, her voice cracking under the weight of her words. Desperation clawed at her as she stepped closer. “We weren’t raised together. We’re not blood.” Her breath hitched, panic flaring in her eyes. “We weremeantto be—I knew it back when we were kids. But you vanished, so Ifoundyou.” Her voice dropped, trembling with urgency. “Dad... Dad would’vewantedthis. Wantedus.Just like your mom.”

I snapped.

One second I was standing still. The next, I stepped in, crowding her space, backing her against the wall. My shadow swallowed hers, heat rolling off me in waves.Nowhere to run.My gaze locked on hers, burning with a fire that dared her to move.

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