Page 125 of Jolt's Vengeance

Dixon leans forward, his scarred knuckles rapping against the worn wooden table. "Elaborate, Booger. What's their pattern?"

Booger's eyes gleam with a predatory light as he explains, "Almost all of them leave on Fridays and head down to the Strip. Like clockwork, man. They're creatures of habit, and it's gonna be their downfall."

My heart races as I process this information.

It's Friday.

Today.

The realization hits me like a punch to the gut.

What the hell are we about to do?

Damon's smirk grows wider, more menacing.

He looks around the table, his gaze lingering on each of us in turn.

When those ice-cold eyes land on me, I fight the urge to flinch.

"Tonight," he says, his voice low and dangerous, "we're going to fuck everything up for the Kodiak MC."

The tension in the room ratchets up another notch.

I can feel the adrenaline starting to pump through my veins.

Damon continues, his words dripping with venom. "Their predecessor, the Bears, fucked with us for many years—specifically the Montana charter. We're not going to let history repeat itself."

"Blood will be shed tonight," Damon declares, "and fire will burn everything they love to ash."

Before I can stop myself, the words tumble out of my mouth. "What's the plan?"

All eyes turn to me.

Shit.

Did I overstep?

But Damon just nods, approval glinting in his eyes.

"Glad you asked, Jolt," he says. "You're about to get a crash course in how we handle business."

Damon leans forward, his massive forearms resting on the table.

The dim light of the clubhouse catches on his rings, making them glint ominously. "We're taking the attack to them," he growls, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine. "Burning down their club, and killing whoever of them is there."

My heart races at the thought.

I swallow hard, trying to keep my face impassive.

Damon's eyes narrow as he continues, "Women and children are off-limits, as always. We're not fuckin’ animals."

A chorus of grunts and nods ripples around the table.

Even with all of the fucking chaos going on, there are lines we don't cross.

It's one of the things that separates us from everyone else.

Mouser speaks up, his voice cutting through the tension. "What about civilians? Kodiak's got some legit businesses mixed in with their illegal shit."

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