Page 131 of Jolt's Vengeance

If someone had told me a few months ago that I'd be sitting in a fancy restaurant on Valentine's Day with a member of the Reapers Rejects MC, I'd have laughed in their face.

But here we are.

"So," Jolt says, breaking into my thoughts. "What looks good to you?"

I scan the menu again, my eyes catching on unfamiliar French words. "Uh... to be honest, I have no idea what half of these things are."

Jolt chuckles. "Yeah, me neither. Want me to order for both of us? I promise I won't pick anything too weird."

I nod, grateful for the offer. "Please. Just... no haggis, okay?"

He raises an eyebrow. "Isn't that a Scottish thing? I didn't think they'd have that here."

"They don't," I say with a grin. "But with my luck, they'd find a way to sneak it in just to torture me."

Jolt laughs, the sound warm and rich. "No haggis, got it. Though I gotta say, I’m curious now. What's so bad about it?"

I wrinkle my nose. "Trust me, ye don't wanna know. Let's just say there's a reason I refuse to eat it."

When the waiter returns, Jolt orders with a confidence I wouldn't have expected.

I catch words like "filet mignon" and "crème brûlée," but most of it goes over my head.

What I do notice is the way Jolt's eyes keep drifting back to me, a soft smile playing on his lips.

As we wait for our food, I take a sip of the champagne Jolt ordered.

The bubbles tickle my nose, and I can't help but giggle.

"This is nice," I say, gesturing around us. "But ye know you didn't have to go to all this trouble, right? I would’ve been happy to go with ye to In N’ Out."

Jolt reaches across the table, taking my hand in his.

His touch is warm, "I wanted to," he says softly. "You deserve it, Aggie. After everything you've been through... everything we've been through... I wanted to show you how much you mean to me."

I feel a lump form in my throat, emotion threatening to overwhelm me.

It's moments like these that make me realize how far I've come from that we lass in Scotland who was scared shiteless.

The one who watched her mother suffer at the hands of a monster.

The one who thought she'd never trust anyone again.

"Jolt," I whisper, my voice thick. "I..."

He squeezes my hand. "I know, Ghost. I know."

We sit in silence for a moment, the weight of unspoken words hanging between us.

I think about all we've been through—the danger, the fear, the moments of pure joy.

It hasn't been easy, but I wouldn't trade it for anything.

"So," I say, clearing my throat. "Tell me about your day. How are things at the club?"

Jolt's eyes light up, and he launches into a story about some of Boog and Cobra’s latest antics.

I listen, laughing at all the right moments, but a part of my mind is elsewhere.

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