Page 108 of Jolt's Vengeance

A lump forms in my throat, emotion threatening to overwhelm me. "Thanks, Vic," I manage. "That... that means a lot."

He pulls me into a bone-crushing hug, and for a moment, I'm that scrawny kid again, looking up to my big brother like he hung the moon.

When we part, I see a similar sheen of moisture in Vader's eyes.

"Now," he says gruffly, clearing his throat. "Let's go join this party before they send a search party."

I laugh, following him out into the warm glow of the main room.

The clubhouse is a riot of color and noise, decorations everywhere and the scent of cinnamon and pine heavy in the air.

My eyes scan the crowd, instinctively seeking out my girl.

I spot her by the refreshment table, laughing with some of the other ol’ ladies.

The sight of her hits me like a punch to the gut—fire and sass wrapped up in a package that takes my breath away.

As if sensing my gaze, she turns, her eyes meeting mine across the room.

The smile that spreads across her face is like the sun coming out from behind the clouds.

In that moment, I know with absolute certainty that I would burn the world to ash to keep her safe and happy.

I make my way toward her, weaving through the crowd.

As I reach her side, my arm slides around Aggie's waist, pulling her close as I breathe in the familiar scent of her shampoo.

The warmth of her body against mine settles something in my chest, a restlessness I didn't even realize was there until it eased.

"Hey, Ghost," I murmur, pressing a kiss to her temple. "Miss me?"

She leans into me, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Hardly noticed you were gone, Jolt. I've been having far too much fun without you."

I chuckle, loving her sass. "That so? Guess I'll have to step up my game then."

As we banter, I can't help but notice the bruises don’t riddle her cheekbone anymore.

It’s hard to believe these past couple of weeks have flown by.

"How's Vader?" Aggie asks, her voice pulling me from my thoughts.

I shrug, keeping my tone light. "Same old Vader. You know how he is."

She nods, but there's a knowing look in her eyes.

Sometimes I swear she can see right through me.

"Everything okay?" she probes gently.

"Yeah," I finally say. "Nothing for you to worry about."

Aggie raises an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. "Jolt, I'm not some delicate flower. I can handle whatever's going on."

"I’m just a little stressed about goin’ back home, Ag."

She offers me a soft smile. "You and me both."

Aggie’s mom calls her over, waving until we know she’s not going to give up. "Aggie, c’mere!"

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