Page 36 of Jolt's Vengeance

I crack up. "Shut up, you dumb fucker!"

My heart's pounding like a jackhammer in my chest as I make a beeline for the door.

Fuck, I need to get out of here before anyone else catches on.

But just as I'm about to taste freedom, a familiar voice stops me dead in my tracks.

"Jolt? Thought you were down by the university."

I turn to see Cobra, his brow furrowed in confusion.

Shit.

Think fast, Sterling.

"Yeah, well," I say, forcing a chuckle, "seems like Aggie took my phone thinking it was hers. I'm on my way to swap now." The lie rolls off my tongue smooth as silk, but my palms are sweating.

Cobra's eyes light up. "Want some company? Could be fun to hit up a college party."

"Nah, man," I reply, shaking my head. "I don't need Izzy beatin’ my ass for dragging you around a bunch of college girls. You know how she gets."

That gets a laugh out of him. "Fair point. Wouldn't want to piss off the ol’ lady."

As Cobra walks away, still chuckling, I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding.

That was too close.

As I step out into the cool night air, I’m a little bit excited to get off the clubhouse grounds and play this game with Aggie.

I may be annoyed, but there's a part of me that loves the idea of it.

Aggie thinks she's got me figured out?

Well, she's about to learn that Jack 'Jolt' Sterling isn't so easily pinned down.

I swing my leg over my bike, feeling the familiar rumble as it roars to life beneath me.

It’s time to go hunting.

The streets of Vegas blur past me as I weave through traffic, the neon lights painting streaks across my vision.

My mind races faster than my bike, thoughts of Aggie mingling with the thrill of the ride.

Before I know it, I'm pulling up to a house near the university.

The second I arrive, I know I'm in the right spot.

The front lawn is a minefield of red solo cups, and the bass from inside is so loud I can feel it in my teeth.

Typical frat party bullshit.

I kill the engine and sit for a moment, taking in the scene.

A group of giggling sorority girls totter past, giving me curious glances.

I can't help but smirk.

If they only knew what they were getting into, eyeing up a Reaper's Reject like a fresh piece of meat.

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