Page 134 of Jolt's Vengeance

There, emblazoned on the back, is a patch that reads "Property of Jolt."

Tears spring to my eyes.

"It's... it's like the one my Mum has," I whisper, running my fingers over the stitching.

Jolt's smile is soft, understanding.

"It is," he confirms. "And I meant what I said, Aggie. I'm dead serious."

He leans forward, his eyes intense. "So why don't we get the hell out of this joint and go get a ring right now?"

My head spins.

This is happening so fast, but somehow, it feels right.

I watch, still in a daze, as Jolt signals for the check and pays for our dinner.

As he helps me to my feet, I find my voice. "Are we really doing this?"

Jolt's grin is infectious. "Damn straight we are," he says, leading me out of the restaurant and toward a nearby jeweler.

Jewelry shops are practically around every corner, so it’s no shock we find one rather quickly.

The jeweler's shop glitters under the harsh lights, diamonds winking at us from every display case.

My heart's pounding so hard I can barely hear Jolt as he speaks to the saleswoman.

I'm still reeling from his proposal, my mind racing with a thousand thoughts.

"What do you think of this one, Ghost?" Jolt's voice cuts through my thoughts, and I focus on the ring he's pointing at.

It's a ¼ carat white gold diamond, round-cut and sparkling even in the dim light of the store.

"It's beautiful," I breathe, unable to take my eyes off it.

Jolt grins, that cocky, self-assured smile I've come to love.

"We'll take it," he tells the saleswoman, not even bothering to ask the price.

As we step out of the store, the cool night air hits my face, and I feel like I'm in a dream.

Jolt takes the ring box from the bag and opens it.

With a gentleness that still surprises me, coming from such a rough-and-tumble biker, he slides the ring onto my finger.

I stare at it, the reality of the situation finally sinking in. "Jolt, I... I didn't actually say yes, you know," I stammer.

He chuckles, pulling me close. "Mhm, but you didn't say no either, did you?" he teases, mimicking my accent.

I can't help but laugh, even as I roll my eyes. "You're impossible, ye know that?"

"That's why you love me," he retorts, planting a kiss on my forehead.

As we make our way back to his bike, I can't stop looking at the ring on my finger.

It catches the neon lights of the Strip, sending little rainbows dancing across my hand.

I think about my Mum, about the cut with Grim's patch on it, about the life she's built with the MC.

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