Page 19 of Jolt's Vengeance

Cobra's face splits into a wide grin. "See, that's what I'm talkin' about!"

I laugh, but internally, I'm grappling with the weight of my words.

I mean them, every single one.

This club is my family, and has been since Grim brought us into the club life.

"Unc Cobra is gon' show you around and introduce you to everyone," he announces, his voice carrying through the clubhouse.

I can't help but laugh, the sound bubbling up from my chest.

It feels good to be here, surrounded by people who've known me since I was knee-high.

But as I scan the room, my eyes lock onto Jack's, and the laughter dies in my throat.

His deep green eyes are dark, stormy.

There's an intensity there that makes my skin prickle and he's staring at Cobra's arm around me like he wants to rip it off.

Mmm, he’s the jealous type.

This could be fun.

"Lead the way," I say, leaning into Cobra's side just a bit more than necessary.

I toss my hair over my shoulder, making sure to catch Jack's eye as I do.

As Cobra starts to guide me through the crowd, I can practically feel Jack's gaze burning into my back.

It's a heavy feeling, this power.

I might be new to the clubhouse as an adult, but I'm no blushing wee lass.

"So, who's the new prospect?" I ask Cobra innocently, though my eyes flick back to Jack. "Don't think I've seen him around before."

Cobra chuckles, a low rumble in his chest. "That's Jolt. Been prospecting for a few years now. Good kid, but he's got a lot to learn about the life."

I hum thoughtfully, filing away the information.

Jack—no, Jolt—is still watching us, his jaw clenched tight.

I wonder what he's thinking, what he sees when he looks at me.

CHAPTER FOUR

Jolt

I can't believe my fucking eyes.

Cobra's strolling around the clubhouse like he owns the place, his arm draped casually around her shoulders.

A's laughing at something he said, her head thrown back, exposing the curve of her throat.

The same throat I had my lips on not too long ago.

Izzy, Cobra's ol' lady, saunters up to them, and I tense, waiting for the explosion.

But it never comes.

---