Page 127 of Jolt's Vengeance

For a moment, I think of my brother and how many times I’m sure he’s done this.

We slow as we approach the Kodiak MC clubhouse.

It's eerily quiet, no signs of life.

"Looks like a fuckin' ghost town," I mutter, unease creeping up my spine.

Damon signals for us to cut the engines.

The sudden silence is deafening.

We dismount, weapons at the ready.

"Stay sharp," Widow hisses. "This smells like a trap."

We're about a hundred feet from the clubhouse when all hell breaks loose.

The night erupts in a hail of gunfire, muzzle flashes lighting up the darkness like deadly fireworks.

"Fuck!" I dive behind a nearby car, my heart in my throat. "So much for the element of surprise!"

Kodiak members pour out of the clubhouse, guns blazing.

I see Hawk go down, clutching his shoulder.

Damon yells, making a dash for better cover. "Jolt! Cover me!"

I pop up, squeezing off rounds, the recoil jarring my arms.

My mind's racing, adrenaline pumping.

"We're sitting ducks out here!" I shout, ducking as a bullet whizzes past my ear.

I can hear the screams of the wounded, the barked orders of our officers.

It's chaos, pure and simple.

As I reload, I catch a glimpse of a Kodiak member taking aim at Booger.

Without thinking, I swing my gun around and fire.

The man drops like a stone.

"Nice shot, kid!" Booger calls out, giving me a quick nod before returning fire.

My hands are shaking, but I feel a surge of pride.

I just saved a brother's life.

This is what it means to be a Reaper’s Reject.

The gunfight rages on, bullets flying in both directions.

We're taking them down, but they're not going easy.

I grit my teeth and push forward, following Damon's lead as we bum-rush the clubhouse.

The gunfire's died down, but my ears are still ringing.

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