Page 66 of Spinner's Luck

Spinner stopped, but he didn’t look at me, his jaw flexing as he waited.

“When the truth slaps you in the face," I whispered, stepping in so close he had no choice but to hear me, “when you realize exactly what you threw away, I hope she was worth the price. Because while you’re fucking her tonight, I’ll be erasing every trace of you from my life. Lucy Luck doesn’t do second chances. You just made damn sure of that.”

By chance, I spotted a packaged condom lying by my shoe. I picked it up and tossed it at him.

“Wouldn’t want things to get complicated,” I added, throwing his own words about Ashlynn back at him. “You two hurry along and enjoy yourselves. Wouldn’t want the romance to fizzle before the whiskey does.”

His eyes flickered, something shifting in them for just a moment. Maybe he thought I was about to beg him to stay.

Fat fucking chance.

I turned, my gaze sweeping over Chain, Thunder, and Gearhead as they sat watching. Not one of them stood up for me. Not one of them said a damn word.

That told me everything I needed to know.

I wasn’t part of this club.

I never was.

Without another word, I spun on my heel, walking away with my head held high, even as my heart shattered in my chest.

The noise of the bonfire faded behind me as I reached the hallway and made my way to my room. I didn’t stop to think, didn’t stop to feel. I grabbed my bag, shoving essentials inside with trembling hands.

This was my fault. I’d let myself believe I could belong here. That I could belong with him.

I slung the bag over my shoulder, jaw set as I walked out of the room.

Spinner wasn’t getting another chance to hurt me.

He was the first man I’d let in, the first one I thought I could trust.

And he’d be the last.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

THE CLUBHOUSE WASstill alive with noise as Islipped down the hallway, my bag slung over one shoulder. My heart pounded hard in my chest, each beat a brutal reminder that I couldn’t stay, not here, not anymore. Spinner’s words from earlier played in my mind, jagged and relentless, but I forced them into the back of my head where they belonged.

I couldn’t think about him.

Not now.

Maybe not ever.

Not when everything we’d built had crumbled in a single night. His betrayal was a knife, twisting deeper with the memory of him leaving with Ashlynn.

The spare phone I’d hidden weeks ago felt heavy in my pocket, its weight both reassuring and damning. I’d told myself it was just a precaution, something to have in case the world turned upside down.

Now, it was my only lifeline.

A smart move, I thought grimly.

When I reached the back door, I paused, glancing over my shoulder. The hallway was empty, the shadows still. No one knew I was leaving, and I intended to keep it that way. The plan was simple: hike out on foot, leave the car behind, and disappear.

I slipped outside, the warm night air brushing against my skin. But even the South Carolina heat couldn’t thaw the chill that had settled deep in my bones. The moon hung low, casting a faint glow over the gravel lot. The cameras were angled toward the main entrance, their red lights blinking steadily, but I knew the blind spots. I’d memorized them.

Moving quickly and quietly, I stayed close to the shadows, making my way down the dirt road that led away from the clubhouse. With every step, the air grew heavier, the weight of what I was leaving behind pressing harder against my chest.

At the edge of the property, I pulled out the phone and dialed the only number I trusted.

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