Page 21 of Jolt's Vengeance

I can't help but laugh, a hollow sound that catches in my throat. "Ghost. Yeah, that's one way to put it."

My eyes drift back to Aggie—because apparently, that's her name.

She's laughing at something Cobra said, her bleached blonde hair catching the light.

But now, knowing who she is, I can see why she’s so damn comfortable here.

That fire in her eyes, the way she carries herself—it all screams 'MC royalty'.

"Fuck," I breathe out, running a hand through my hair. "How long has she been around?"

Siren shrugs, refilling my glass without me asking. "She's been coming around more lately. Something about college in Vegas."

College.

Right.

Because of course, Grim's daughter would be smart as hell on top of everything else.

I down the second whiskey, hoping it'll wash away the memory of her lips on mine, her nails digging into my back...

Siren prods, her blunt nature cutting through my spiraling thoughts.

"You gonna tell me what's got you so worked up?"

I meet her gaze, debating how much to reveal. "Let's just say... I might've made a mistake. A big one."

Siren arches a single brow, “You’d best spit out more shit than that, brother.”

I chuckle lowly, the sound more bitter than amused. "Met her at a bar a couple of weeks back. Fucked her in the alley."

The words taste like ash in my mouth now.

Siren's eyes widen, her usual composure slipping for a moment. "Shut up, you're fuckin’ with me right now."

"Wish I was," I mutter, running a hand over my face. "Trust me, if I'd known who she was..."

Siren shakes her head, a mix of disbelief and something that might be pity in her eyes. "Jesus, Jolt. You sure know how to pick 'em."

I'm about to respond when a familiar voice cuts through the air, sending a jolt through my system. "You gonna steal my drink this time, or are we cool?"

She’s staring right at Siren.

Standing right there, a playful smirk on her lips that I now realize she must’ve mastered from her father.

I freeze, my mind racing through a thousand scenarios, none of them good.

Siren, bless her, doesn't miss a beat.

She turns to Aggie with a smile that's all business. "We're good. You're not seventeen anymore, kiddo. Eighteen is enough for me to turn my eye, but I won't turn an eye if you're sharing with underage girls like that again."

I watch the exchange, my heart pounding.

Aggie's emerald eyes flash with mischief as she leans against the bar, her bleached blonde hair catching the dim light.

She downs the rest of her drink and places it on the bar.

She's close enough now that I can catch a hint of her scent—something wild and sweet that takes me right back to that alley.

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