Page 128 of Jolt's Vengeance

We burst through the doors, weapons at the ready.

"Clear the rooms!" Damon barks. "Watch for stragglers!"

The inside of the clubhouse is a mess of overturned furniture and broken glass.

I kick open a door, my heart pounding in my chest.

Empty.

"Jolt, over here!" Cobra calls out.

I round the corner to find him standing over a cowering Kodiak member.

The man's eyes are wide with fear.

"Please," he whimpers. "I got kids..."

Cobra looks at me, his expression hard. "What do you think, Jolt? You want the honors?"

I hesitate, my finger on the trigger.

This isn't what I signed up for.

Before I can decide, a woman's scream pierces the air.

"Mommy! Help!"

We spin around to see a group of women and children huddled in a corner, terror etched on their faces.

One of the women is clutching a toddler to her chest.

"Jesus," I mutter. "What do we do?"

A gunshot rings out in the background and I turn back for a split second, seeing the former Kodiak member bleeding out on the floor.

Damon appears beside us, his face grim. "Tell 'em to get out. Now."

I nod, relief washing over me. "You heard him, ladies. Take your kids and go. We're not here for you."

The women don't need to be told twice.

They scramble past us, some sobbing, others shooting us hateful glares.

I can't blame them, if our girls were in their shoes, they’d be doing the same.

As the last of them disappears out the door, Cobra turns to me. "You good?"

I nod, trying to hide the tremor in my hands. "Yeah. Let's finish this."

Outside, I hear Hawk's voice. "Fire in the hole!"

The unmistakable whoosh of a Molotov cocktail follows, and suddenly the air is filled with the smell of smoke and burning gasoline.

"Time to go," Damon orders. "This place is about to become a bonfire."

We rush out, the heat of the flames already licking at our backs.

I turn to see the clubhouse engulfed, orange flames reaching for the sky.

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