Page 123 of Jolt's Vengeance

I feel the tension in the room kick up a notch.

Sally's been a thorn in our side for far too long, but this sounds different.

Kade leans forward, his scarred knuckles white as he grips the edge of the table. "What's the bitch done now?"

Damon's eyes sweep the room, landing on each of us in turn.

When his gaze meets mine, I force myself to hold it, even as my heart hammers against my ribs.

"She's proving Zane, Amara and I right—Sally’s headed south," he says finally. "To Mexico."

A murmur ripples through the room.

Mexico means our charter down there—more specifically, Amara’s charter.

It’s the one that's been keeping the peace and running our operations across the border.

Sally’s an idiot for targeting them.

She wasn’t successful in Montana, or even here, so why in the fuck would she head to Mexico?

The woman is obviously unhinged.

"What does that mean for us?" Cobra asks, voicing the question we're all thinking.

Damon's lips curl into a mirthless smile. "It means, brothers, that we've got a fight on our hands with the Kodiak MC. And it's time to show these fuckers exactly who they're dealing with. Sally enlisted their help, and she’s leaving which is one thorn out of our side. Now it’s time to yank out the other one."

I can feel the energy in the room shift, brothers wanting blood on their hands for the shit we’ve had to endure.

This is what we live for, what we as prospects have been training for.

Booger leans back in his chair, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "About fuckin’ time. I was starting to think we'd gone soft."

There's a rumble of agreement from the other officers.

The tension in the room is thick enough to cut with a knife as we all process the bombshell about Sally.

Damon holds up a hand, silencing the chatter. "Before we get into the details, there's something else we need to address first." His eyes land on us prospects, and I feel my breath catch in my throat. "You sorry sons of bitches have been prospectin’ long enough. It's time to make a decision."

My heart skips a beat.

Is this it or am I fucking hallucinating?

The moment we've all been waiting for, working our asses off for?

Damon continues, "I'm callin’ a vote. Do we patch these boys in, make them full members of the Reapers Rejects MC?"

The room falls silent, and I swear I can hear my own pulse pounding in my ears.

This is really it.

Everything I've worked for, everything I've sacrificed, it all comes down to this moment.

The officers and full patches exchange glances, a silent conversation passing between them.

I hold my breath, afraid to hope, afraid to let myself believe this might actually be happening.

Finally, Damon speaks. "All in favor?"

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