Page 22 of Jolt's Vengeance

Fuck.

Oranges and cinnamon, maybe?

"You're a prospect, so I'm sure you'll do whatever I damn well tell you," Aggie says to Siren, her voice dripping with sass.

Her Scottish accent comes out thicker now, and it only adds to her allure.

I can't help it.

Something in me snaps.

Maybe it's the way she's throwing her weight around, or maybe it's the fact that I can't stop thinking about how her skin felt under my hands.

Either way, the words are out of my mouth before I can stop them.

"The fuck she will, or any of us for that matter," I growl, stepping closer. "Our duty is to the club, not to some MC princess brats or keepin' their secrets."

Aggie's eyes widen slightly as she turns to face me.

My heart's racing, adrenaline pumping through my veins.

I know I'm playing with fire here.

She's Grim's daughter, for fuck's sake.

But there's something about her that makes me want to push, to see how far I can go before I get burned.

Aggie's smirk widens, her emerald eyes flashing with a challenge that sets my blood on fire.

I shouldn't like it, but goddamn, the sassiness, the sheer balls on this woman... it's intoxicating.

Cobra, who's been watching our exchange with amusement, finally releases his arm from around Aggie's shoulder.

He leans in, his voice a mock-stern growl. "Little girl, I might not be your daddy, but I can still give ya a whoopin' when need be."

I tense, ready to step in, but Siren beats me to it.

She snorts, shaking her head as she wipes down the bar. "Jesus, Cobra. That sounded so fucking perverted."

Cobra's eyes widen comically. "I didn't mean it to!" he sputters, looking genuinely flustered.

Izzy breaks out into a fit of laughter.

Hell, it's almost enough to make me laugh, if I wasn't so focused on Aggie.

Izzy grabs Cobra's arm, rolling her eyes. "Come on, you big idiot, before you say something else stupid and get yourself into more trouble."

She starts dragging him away, but not before throwing an exasperated look at Aggie. "Sorry about him, hon. You know how he is."

As they disappear into the crowd, Siren turns to us, her hazel eyes glinting with amusement. "You two want another drink?" she asks, already reaching for glasses.

"Hell yes," I mutter, not taking my eyes off Aggie.

She nods too, and Siren pours our drinks.

I can feel the tension crackling between us, electric and dangerous.

Part of me wants to grab her, to finish what we started in that alley.

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