Page 29 of Jolt's Vengeance

I turn to Sienna, "And this is Siren. She's practically family."

"Welcome to the madhouse, sweetheart," she says with a wink. "If you need anything—and I mean anything—just holler. We take care of our own here, even if they're just visiting."

I watch as Sienna shakes Siren's hand, a mix of awe and nervousness on her face.

"Thanks," she manages to say. "I appreciate that."

Siren nods, then turns back to me. "I heard your mom's been asking about you. Might want to give her a call soon, yeah?" With that, she saunters off, leaving us alone at the bar.

I feel a pang of guilt at Siren's words.

I've been meaning to call Mum, but between classes and sorority life, time's been slipping away.

I make a mental note to ring her tonight.

"She seems... intense," Sienna says, watching Siren's retreating form.

I can't help but chuckle. "Aye, that's Siren for ye. Blunt as a hammer, but with a heart of gold." I pause, considering. "She's been through a lot lately."

Sienna's eyes continue to dart around the clubhouse, taking in the mayhem.

Her brow furrows as she leans in close, her voice low. "Aggie, I have to know. Why on Earth would you want to go to that frat party later when this looks like it could turn into a real rager?"

I follow her gaze, watching as Aurora tears past us again, her tiny legs pumping furiously as she brandishes a bubble gun like a tiny, determined outlaw.

Bubbles float in her wake, catching the light and creating a surreal, shimmering trail.

I can't help but grin, my heart swelling with affection.

"This?" I gesture broadly, my Scottish becoming more pronounced. "This is Aurora's birthday party, ye numpty." Ipoint to the pint-sized whirlwind wreaking havoc across the room. "She's just turned two."

Sienna's eyes widen in surprise. "Oh! I didn't realize... It's just so..."

"Wild?" I finish for her, laughing. "Aye, that's how we do things 'round here. Ye should see Christmas."

As if on cue, Aurora lets out a gleeful shriek, spraying bubbles directly into Widow's face.

The gruff biker splutters, coughing harder than he was earlier, and I try like hell to hold back my laughter.

I lean against the bar, soaking in the familiar chaos.

It's different from the polished sorority events we're used to, but there's a raw authenticity here that I've missed more than I realized.

My eyes unconsciously scan the room, searching for a particular face.

When I spot Jolt across the clubhouse, my breath catches.

He's leaning against the wall, a drink in hand, laughing at something Spark just said.

The way his t-shirt stretches across his broad shoulders makes my mouth go dry.

As if sensing my gaze, Jolt looks up, his deep green eyes locking with mine.

The intensity in his stare sends a shiver down my spine.

I feel the air between us crackle with unspoken tension, memories of our first time together surging back.

"I'm gonna grab a drink," I mutter to Sienna, not waiting for a response as I push away from the wall.

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