Page 132 of Jolt's Vengeance

Things with the club have been calm lately, but I’ve grown up in this life.

I know things aren’t always as good as they seem.

Usually, when they are it means something is on the horizon.

As our food arrives—beautifully plated dishes that look almost too good to eat—I push the thought aside.

onight isn't about the club, or the dangers that always seem to be lurking around the corner.

Tonight is about us, about celebrating the love we have.

"This looks amazing," I say, picking up my fork. "Though I have to admit, I have no idea what I'm eating."

Jolt grins. "I promise, it’s going to be delicious. We're nothing if not adventurous, right?"

I laugh, raising my champagne glass. "To adventures," I say.

"To us," Jolt counters, clinking his glass against mine.

As we eat, talking and laughing, I can't believe this is real.

Sometimes I actually pinch myself because I’m with the perfect person for me.

He has a way of putting me at ease, of making me forget about the traumas of my past and the uncertainties of our future.

"You know," I say, setting down my fork. "I never thought I'd have this."

Jolt looks up, his brow furrowing slightly. "Have what?"

I gesture between us. "This. Someone who... who sees me. Who understands."

I take a deep breath, forcing myself to meet his eyes. "After what happened with my mum, with my biological father... I thought I'd never be able to trust anyone like this."

Jolt's expression softens, and he reaches across the table to take my hand.

"Aggie," he says softly. "You're the strongest person I know. What happened to you, what you saw... it would break most people. But you? You turned it into armor."

I feel tears prick at the corners of my eyes. "Sometimes I don't feel very strong," I admit.

"That's okay," Jolt says, his thumb tracing circles on the back of my hand. "That's what I'm here for. To remind you how badass you are when you forget."

I laugh, blinking back tears. "Is that so?"

He grins. "Absolutely. It's in my job description. 'Jolt: mechanic, biker, and professional Aggie-ego-booster.'"

I shake my head, marveling at how he can always make me laugh, even in the most serious moments."

The candlelight flickers across Jolt's face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jawline and the intensity in his eyes.

I've never seen him look so... content.

"So," I begin, setting my glass down gently, "you haven't really talked to me much about how it feels to be a full patch."

Jolt leans back in his chair, a slow smile spreading across his face. "It's... different," he says, his fingers drumming lightly on the tablecloth. "Good different, you know?"

I nod, encouraging him to continue.

My heart swells with pride as I watch him, remembering all the long nights and hard work it took for him to get here.

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