Page 111 of Jolt's Vengeance

"Jolt needs you," he says, his voice clipped. "Now."

I blink, taken aback by his abruptness. "I'm sure he can give me thirty minutes," I reply, gesturing at the mess around us. "I have to help Sienna clean this bloody mess up."

Doc shakes his head, his jaw set. "No time. He needs you right now."

I feel a flare of irritation.

Who does he think he is, barging in here and making demands?

I may be Jolt's ol’ lady, but I'm not at his beck and call.

"Listen here, Doc," I start, my voice taking on an edge. "I don't know what's got your knickers in a twist, but?—"

The distant rumble of a motorcycle cuts through my words, growing louder by the second.

I pause, my gut twisting with a mix of anticipation and unease.

What could be so urgent?

"Aggie, please," Doc says, his tone softening slightly. "It's important."

I open my mouth to argue further when heavy footsteps thunder up the stairs.

Jolt appears behind Doc, his dark hair tousled and his green eyes blazing with an intensity that makes my breath catch.

"For fuck's sake, Ghost, come on!" he barks, his gaze locking onto mine.

The urgency in his voice, the use of nickname—it hits me like a punch to the gut.

Something's wrong.

Really fucking wrong.

I hesitate for a split second, torn between my loyalty to Sienna and the pull I feel toward Jolt.

But the look in his eyes decides it for me.

"I'm sorry," I say to Sienna, already moving toward the door. "I'll be back as soon as I can to help clean up."

Sienna waves me off. “It’s no big deal, Ag. I’ll talk to ya later.”

As I follow Jolt down the stairs, my mind races.

What could possibly be so urgent?

I rush after Jolt, my heart pounding in my chest.

The cool night air hits my face as we step outside, and I can smell the lingering scent of paint on my hands.

"Jolt, what's going on?" I ask, grabbing his arm. "You're scaring me."

He turns, his eyes softening for just a moment. "I can't explain here, Ghost. We need to go."

I bite my lip, frustration bubbling up inside me. "Can ye at least give me a hint? Is someone hurt?"

Jolt shakes his head, leading me to his bike. "I promise I'll tell you everything when we get there. Just trust me, okay?"

I want to argue, to demand answers, but something in his voice stops me.

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