Page 126 of Jolt's Vengeance

"Collateral damage," Damon says with a dismissive wave. "We're not aiming for 'em, but if they get caught in the crossfire, that's on Kodiak for putting them in harm's way."

The cold calculation in his voice makes my stomach churn.

This is the price of the life I've chosen, I remind myself.

Dixon clears his throat, drawing everyone's attention. "Doc and Kade will be staying back at the clubhouse," he announces. "In case of any... issues."

I glance over at Doc, noting the flicker of disappointment in his eyes.

"Any questions?" Damon asks, his gaze sweeping the room.

The silence is deafening.

We all know what's at stake tonight.

What we're about to do will change everything—for us, for the club, for our enemies.

There's no going back after this.

I take a deep breath, steeling myself for what's to come.

Tonight, I'll either prove myself worthy of that patch... or die trying.

Booger leans forward, his eyes glinting with malice. "Those Kodiak fuckers have gotten cocky. They think they're untouchable."

Dixon nods, a grim smile on his face. "Time we showed them how wrong they are."

I clear my throat, surprised by the steadiness in my voice. "What's our endgame here? Are we just sending a message, or..."

Damon's eyes lock onto mine, and I see a flicker of approval there. "We're ending this, once and for all. Tonight, we burn their clubhouse to the ground and take out anyone who gets in our way."

I nod, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves coiling in my gut.

This is it—my first real action as a full patch.

I'm determined not to let them down.

"Remember," Damon adds, his voice hard, "women and children are off-limits. We don’t fuckin’ touch them, even if they’ve got us starin’ down the barrel of a gun. You get that weapon out of their hands and tell them to get the fuck outta there."

There's a chorus of agreement around the room.

"You've got two hours to get your shit together," Damon says, standing up. "We ride at midnight."

As we file out of the chapel, you can feel everyone’s energy.

It’s not long before the rumble of engines fills the night air as we pull out of the clubhouse.

Cobra shouts over the roar of his Harley. "Nervous, Jolt?"

I flash him a cocky grin. "Nah, just ready to crack some skulls!"

But the truth is, my heart's pounding like a jackhammer.

This is my first real action as a full patch, and I'm determined not to fuck it up.

As we tear down the deserted streets, the wind whips at my face.

It's exhilarating, this feeling of power and purpose.

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