Page 115 of Jolt's Vengeance

I snap my head toward him, confusion knitting my brows. "What's going on?"

Widow's face is etched with concern, an unusual sight that sets my nerves on edge. "Paulie just rolled up with his family. Some shit went down. We need to get back to the clubhouse, pronto."

My mind races, trying to piece together what could've happened.

Paulie's one of our most reliable informants at the moment.

If he's showing up with his whole family in tow, it can't be good.

"All right," I nod, turning to Aggie.

Her emerald eyes are wide, a mix of worry and exhaustion clouding their usual fire. "You okay to ride, babe?"

She squares her shoulders, that Scottish stubbornness shining through. "Aye, I'm good."

We file out of the butcher shop, the stench of blood and death clinging to our clothes.

Widow locks up, his movements quick and efficient.

The night air hits us, cool against my skin, and I take a deep breath, trying to clear my head.

As we mount our bikes, I can't help but steal glances at Aggie.

She's perched behind me, her arms wrapped tightly around my waist.

Despite the circumstances, her touch sends a jolt of electricity through me.

The ride back to the clubhouse is tense, the roar of our engines doing little to drown out the thoughts racing through my mind.

What kind of shitstorm are we riding into?

Who the fuck knows, but one thing I do know is that we’ll deal with it, no matter what.

As we dismount, I notice a beat-up minivan parked haphazardly near the entrance.

Must be Paulie's.

Inside, the air is thick with tension.

Paulie and his family are huddled in a corner, looking shell-shocked.

The rest of the brothers are scattered around, their faces grim.

Aggie squeezes my arm, her voice low. "I'm going to head back and help Sienna clean up from painting. See if she needs more help."

I nod, grateful she won't have to witness whatever's about to go down. "All good. I'll catch up with you later."

As she slips away, I can't help but feel a pang of longing.

Part of me wants to follow her, to lose myself in her warmth and forget about the chaos brewing around us.

But duty calls, and I've got a job to do.

I head inside the clubhouse with Widow just as Damon clears his throat.

His gravelly voice cuts through the tense silence. "Now, say what happened again."

I shift my weight, eyes darting between Damon's stoic face and Paulie's trembling form.

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