Page 33 of Jolt's Vengeance

Red cups litter the lawn, and the air is thick with the scent of cheap beer and weed.

"Ready to raise some hell?" I ask Sienna with a wink.

She grins back, her earlier vulnerability replaced by a mischievous glint in her eye. "Born ready."

As we step inside, the chaos engulfs us.

Bodies writhe to the pounding music, and shouts of laughter punctuate the air.

I scan the room, taking in the scene, when my fingers brush against the hard edge of Jolt's phone in my pocket.

A wicked smile tugs at my lips.

"Give me a sec," I yell to Sienna over the noise.

She nods and drifts toward a group of our sorority sisters by the makeshift bar.

I duck into a quieter corner, fishing out Jolt's phone.

My heart races as I unlock it—thank fuck for his predictable password—and pull up his contacts.

I find Shiver's name and start typing.

My thumb hovers over the send button for a moment.

Is this too far?

But then I remember Jolt's hand on my throat, the heat in his eyes, and how he thinks he can just toy with me whenever he wants. Fuck that.

I hit send:

Catch me if you can.

A thrill runs through me as I imagine Shiver's confusion, followed by Jolt's panic when he realizes his phone is missing.

I can almost hear Shiver's vulgar response, picture that cocky grin of his as he figures out what's happened.

Sienna's voice cuts through my thoughts. "What are you smirking about?"

She's holding two red cups, offering one to me.

I take the drink, tucking the phone away. "Just setting up a little game of cat and mouse," I say cryptically.

Sienna raises an eyebrow. "With that hot biker from earlier?"

"Maybe," I reply, taking a swig of the sickly-sweet punch. It burns going down, but I welcome the warmth. "Let's just say I'm keeping him on his toes."

As we rejoin the party, I can't help but feel excitement coursing through my veins.

Part of me hopes Jolt will come storming in, all righteous anger and barely contained desire.

The other part knows I'm playing with fire, taunting a man who's part of the world I both love and fear.

But isn't that what I do best?

I down my drink and grab Sienna's hand.

"Come on," I shout over the music. "Let's show these frat boys how real women party!"

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