Page 92 of Jolt's Vengeance

Before I can even react, she's on me, wrapping me in a fierce hug that nearly knocks the wind out of me.

The familiar scent of her perfume—a mix of lavender and vanilla—envelops me, and suddenly, I'm home.

"Oh, my wee lassie," she murmurs into my hair, her accent thicker with emotion. "I've missed you so much."

I feel tears pricking at the corners of my eyes as I hug her back just as tightly. "Missed you too, Mum," I whisper, my voice cracking slightly.

As we embrace, I can feel Jolt watching us, giving us space but staying close.

I'm hit with a wave of gratitude—for him, for my mum, for this moment.

After everything that's happened, I'm finally surrounded by people I know who love me unconditionally.

When Mum finally pulls back, her eyes are glistening.

She cups my face in her hands, studying me intently. "Let me look at you, sweetheart. Are you all right? You look tired."

I laugh, a bit shakily. "I'm fine, Mum. Just been a long trip."

Her gaze shifts to Jolt, then back to me, a question in her eyes.

And I realize she notices the bruising on my face.

Surely, she doesn’t think Jolt did this to me.

I take a deep breath, knowing the introductions—and tiresome explanations—are about to begin.

The clubhouse door flies open again, and I turn to see my father barreling out, his face a storm of emotions.

His eyes lock onto me, widening as he takes in the bruises on my face and the angry red line peeking out from my collar.

For a split second, I see a flash of pain in his eyes, quickly replaced by fury.

Before I can even open my mouth to explain, Da’s gaze snaps to Jolt.

In a blur of motion, he lunges forward, grabbing Jolt by the shirt and slamming him to the ground.

Grim roars with all of his might, face inches from Jolt's. "You fuckin' do this to her?!"

My heart leaps into my throat. "Da, no!"

I cry out, but Jolt doesn't even flinch.

Instead, he meets my Da's rage-filled eyes with an odd calm that sends a shiver down my spine.

"Fuck no," Jolt growls, his voice low and deadly. "I'm gonna kill the bastard who put his hands on 'er."

The intensity in Jolt's voice makes my breath catch.

I've never heard him sound so... dangerous.

It should probably scare me, but instead, I feel a rush of heat course through my body.

Da's grip on Jolt's shirt loosens slightly, confusion replacing some of the anger on his face.

He pulls back, eyeing Jolt warily.

"Why wouldyouwanna kill him? Huh?" His eyes narrow suspiciously. "What's my daughter to you, prospect?"

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