Page 129 of Jolt's Vengeance

As we mount our bikes, I catch Cobra's eye.

The roar of our engines drowns out the crackling flames behind us as we tear down the empty streets.

My heart's still pounding, adrenaline surging through my veins.

I can't wipe the grin off my face, even as the stench of smoke clings to my clothes.

My hands grip the handlebars tighter, steadier now than they've ever been.

We ride in formation back to our clubhouse, the night air cool against my face.

As we pull into the lot, I catch sight of my reflection in a parked car's window.

There's a wild glint in my eyes I've never seen before.

Damon cuts his engine first, and we follow suit.

The silence is almost too fucking much.

"Well, boys," he says, his voice gruff but satisfied. "I'd say that was a successful night's work."

Laughter and whoops of agreement erupt around me.

I join in, feeling like I'm floating on cloud nine.

Cobra claps me on the back, nearly knocking me off balance. "How's it feel, Jolt? First night as a full patch, and you help take down our biggest rival."

I shake my head, still in disbelief. "Man, I... I don't even know how to describe it. It's like..."

"Like you're high as a kite without touching a damn thing?" Hawk interjects with a knowing smirk.

"Yeah," I nod, chuckling. "Exactly like that."

Damon gestures toward the clubhouse. "Let's take this inside, boys. Time to celebrate."

As we file in, I can't help but be surprised at how different everything feels already.

It's the same clubhouse I've been in a thousand times before, but now?

Now I'm not just some prospect hanging on the fringes.

I'm part of something bigger.

I've crossed a line tonight, one I can't uncross.

And you know what?

I wouldn't want to if I could.

This is who I am now—a full patch member of the Reapers Rejects MC.

And damn, does it feel good.

EPILOGUE

Aggie

My eyes widen as I take in the luxurious surroundings of the restaurant.

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