Page 49 of Jolt's Vengeance

Shiver laughs, shaking his head. "Brother, I've seen corpses with more enthusiasm. Your mind's somewhere else entirely."

I don't bother denying it. "Just thinking about the club, man. We've got a lot on our plate right now."

It's not entirely a lie.

The tension with the Kodiak MC has everyone on edge, and as a prospect, I'm feeling the pressure to prove myself more than ever.

Shiver's expression turns serious. "I hear you. But tonight's about celebrating, not worrying. Whatever's on the horizon, we’re gonna handle it. That's what the club is all about."

His words warm me more than the whiskey ever could.

"You're right," I agree, raising my beer in a toast. "To the club, and to your impending doom—I mean, marriage."

Shiver clinks his bottle against mine, grinning. "Careful there, brother. My ol’ lady might decide you need a lesson in respect."

I laugh, the tension easing from my shoulders. "Bring it on. Siren doesn't scare me."

The words are barely out of my mouth when I catch sight of a familiar figure across the room.

My heart skips a beat, and I blink, sure I must be seeing things.

But when I look again, she's still there.

Aggie.

She hasn't noticed us yet, her attention focused on the friend she's with.

But even from here, I can see the slight furrow in her brow, the tension in her shoulders.

She looks uncomfortable, out of place in the glitzy, neon-lit club.

"Shit," I mutter, my grip tightening on my beer bottle.

Shiver follows my gaze, his eyebrows shooting up. "Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in." He chuckles. "Didn't expect to see your little Scottish firecracker here tonight."

I can't tear my eyes away from Aggie.

She's wearing a tight black dress that hugs every curve, her bleached blonde hair falling in waves around her shoulders.

She looks stunning, and completely out of place among the dancers.

My mouth suddenly goes dry. "Neither did I."

Before I can decide whether to approach her or not, a curvaceous woman with jet black hair saunters up to our table.

She's wearing nothing but a sparkly thong and pasties, a seductive smile playing on her lips.

"How about a dance, handsome?" she purrs, her eyes locked on mine.

I hesitate, glancing back at Aggie.

She still hasn't seen me, engrossed in conversation with her friend.

What the hell, I think.

It's not like we're together or anything.

And, we’re at a fucking strip club.

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