Page 133 of Jolt's Vengeance

"It's like..." he pauses, searching for the right words. "It's like I've finally found my place. Like all the pieces have clicked into place, you know?"

I lean forward, genuinely intrigued.

"Tell me more," I urge softly.

Jolt's eyes light up, and I can see the passion burning behind them. "It's not just about wearing the patch," he explains. "It's about what it represents. The brotherhood, the trust, theresponsibility. I've earned my place in the club, Aggie. I've actually proven myself."

"Does it feel different?" I ask, genuinely curious. "Or maybe I should be askin’ if the guys stop treatin’ the lot of ye like glorified janitors."

Jolt nods, a hint of pride in his voice. "Yeah, it does. There's a level of respect now, you know? I'm not just another prospect anymore. I have a voice, a say in things."

I smile, reaching across the table to squeeze his hand. "I'm so proud of you, Jolt. You've worked so hard for this."

Jolt's hand shoots across the table, enveloping mine.

His grip is firm, reassuring. "Listen to me, Ghost," he says, his voice low and intense. "Everything in our lives is coming together. No one will ever instill fear in you or make you feel like that again. Not on my watch."

My heart swells, and before I can stop myself, I'm leaning across the table.

Our lips meet in a kiss that's both tender and fierce.

As we break apart, Jolt's lips brush my ear.

"Marry me," he whispers.

I freeze, my mind reeling.

Did he just...?

I pull back, searching his face for any sign that he's joking.

But all I see is sincerity and love in those familiar green eyes.

I can't help it—a laugh bubbles up from my chest, half nervous, half disbelieving.

"Yeah, right," I say, shaking my head.

My heart's racing, and I'm not sure if it's from excitement or fear.

Jolt's expression doesn't waver.

"I'm serious, Aggie," he says, his voice steady. "I know it now more than ever—we're meant to be together."

My mouth goes dry.

He can't be... can he?

But before I can form a coherent thought,

Jolt reaches under the table and produces a box wrapped in shiny red paper covered in hearts.

"I got you something," he says, sliding it across to me.

With trembling fingers, I unwrap the gift.

Inside is a leather cut, just like the ones worn by the Reapers Rejects MC.

But as I turn it over, my breath catches in my throat.

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