Page 122 of Jolt's Vengeance

CHAPTER TWENTY

Jolt

My palms are slick with sweat as I dismount my bike, my boots hitting the cracked asphalt with a thud.

"What's this about?" I mutter to Turmoil, who's parking his bike next to mine.

He shrugs, showing me he doesn’t know jack shit either. "Your guess is as good as mine, brother."

But I can see the tension in his jaw, the way his fingers twitch toward the knife at his hip.

We're all on edge, have been since shit’s been getting more intense with the Kodiak MC.

As we file into the clubhouse, the bar's deserted, pool cues abandoned mid-game.

It's too quiet, like the calm before a storm that's about to rip through our world.

Booger jerks his head toward the chapel doors. "Prospects, get your asses in there now."

I exchange a glance with Turmoil, trying to read his expression.

But his face is as unreadable as ever, a skill I'm still trying to master.

I take a deep breath, readying myself for whatever's waiting on the other side of those doors.

The chapel's dimly lit, our officers are already seated around the Reaper’s Reject table, faces grim.

Damon walks into the chapel and takes a seat at the head of the table.

Widow looks over to the group of us prospects, “Stand against the wall,.”

We all take our places against the wall just like Widow asked us to do.

I scan the room, trying to gauge the mood.

Booger's fidgeting with his rings, a sure sign he's itching for a fight.

Kade's face is set in stone, but there's a glint in his eye that makes me nervous.

Dixon’s arms are crossed, and even Mouser seems a bit on edge.

Cobra and Hawk are always on edge, so I don’t pay much mind to them.

Whatever's going on, it’s a big deal.

Damon clears his throat, and the room falls into an expectant hush.

"Brothers," he begins, his voice low and gravelly, "it’s no surprise we've got a situation on our hands."

My mind races, trying to piece together what’s transpired over the last couple of days.

Is it Sally?

Is it the Kodiak MC?

Or is it something else entirely?

"As you all know," Damon continues, "we've been keeping tabs on Sally's movements. Our intel suggests she's made a move we can't ignore."

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