Page 23 of Jolt's Vengeance

But another part, the part that values my patch and my life, knows that's a fucking terrible idea.

Siren slides our drinks across the bar and then, bless her, makes herself scarce.

I take a long pull from my glass, relishing the burn as it slides down my throat. When I look back at Aggie, she's watching me, her gaze intense.

"So," I say, my voice low. "A is for Grim's daughter, huh?"

Aggie's emerald eyes flash with a mix of amusement and defiance. "A is for Aggie."

I can't help but laugh, the sound rumbling deep in my chest. "Ghost is more fitting," I retort, taking another sip of my drink. "You've been haunting me ever since that night."

For a moment, Aggie's tough exterior crumbles, and I catch a glimpse of something vulnerable in her eyes.

But it's gone in an instant, replaced by that sassy smirk I'm quickly becoming addicted to.

"I don't know whether to throw up or say that's sweet," she quips, but there's a warmth in her voice.

I lean in closer, drawn to her like a moth to a flame. "How about you decide after you get another drink?" I suggest, my voice low and husky.

Aggie opens her mouth to respond, but before she can, a booming voice cuts through the clubhouse chatter.

Damon hollers, his face set in grim lines. "Everyone except the women, kids, Siren, Shiver, and Doc, with me now!"

The change in atmosphere is immediate.

Every patched member snaps to attention, as do I.

I straighten up, my body tensing as I watch Damon's face.

Whatever's happened, it's serious.

Booger, always quick to ask what everyone's thinking, pipes up. "What's goin' on, Prez?"

Damon's eyes are hard as flint as he surveys the room. "Someone set fire to one of our car washes," he growls.

A collective intake of breath ripples through the room.

My fists clench at my sides, anger surging through me.

Who the fuck would dare?

Actually, I don’t even know why I’m thinking this.

Sally, or the Kodiak fuckers.

It had to be one of them.

As if in answer to my unspoken question, Mouser's gravelly voice cuts through the tension. "Them damn Kodiak motherfuckers," he grunts, spitting on the floor for emphasis.

I glance at Aggie, seeing the worry etched on her face.

Part of me wants to stay, to make sure she's okay, but I know my duty.

I'm a Reaper's Reject, and the club needs me.

"Stay safe," I mutter to her, before turning to join the others.

As I move, I can feel her eyes on me, and I silently promise myself that this isn't over.

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