Page 112 of Jolt's Vengeance

I've never seen him this tense, this... worried.

It sends a chill down my spine.

"All right," I give in, swinging my leg over the bike behind him.

As I wrap my arms around his waist, I can feel the tension in his muscles.

The engine roars to life, and we're off, tearing through the streets of Vegas.

The wind whips through my hair, and I cling tighter to Jolt, my mind racing with possibilities.

What could be so urgent that he couldn't even spare a minute to explain?

We ride for what feels like hours, but my phone tells me it's only been about ten minutes when we pull up to a dilapidated metal building.

It looks abandoned, the kind of place you'd expect to see in a horror movie.

"Jolt," I start, but he's already off the bike, striding toward the entrance.

I follow him inside, my eyes struggling to adjust to the dim light.

The air is thick with dust and something else... something metallic that makes my stomach churn.

As we round a corner, I see a familiar figure.

Widow stands with his arms crossed, his usual stoic expression replaced by something darker.

His eyes are fixed on something in the middle of the room, and as I follow his gaze, I feel my blood run cold.

"Oh my God," I whisper, my hand flying to my mouth. "What have ye done?"

My eyes widen in shock as I take in the scene before me.

Strung up on meat hooks, his body wrapped in barbed wire, is Trevor.

Blood drips steadily from numerous wounds, creating a crimson pool on the concrete floor beneath him.

His face is barely recognizable, swollen and bruised beyond belief.

"Jolt," I whisper, my voice trembling. "What is this?"

He meets my gaze, his deep green eyes intense and unapologetic.

"This," he says, gesturing towards Trevor's battered form, "is what happens to anyone who threatens or dares to harm you, Ghost. I told you I'd do anything to keep you safe. I meant it."

I swallow hard, trying to process his words.

Part of me is terrified by the brutality before me, but another part... another part feels oddly protected, cared for.

"What..." I pause, licking my dry lips. "What did you do to him?"

Jolt's expression darkens. "What needed to be done."

I can't tear my eyes away from Trevor's limp form. "Is he... did you kill him?"

Widow speaks up from behind us, his voice gruff. "He ain't dead. Just passed out from the pain."

Jolt steps closer to me, his presence both comforting and intimidating. "Would it bother you if I had killed him, Ghost?"

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