Page 35 of Jolt's Vengeance

Siren's eyes light up with understanding.

"Aggie?" she asks, her hazel eyes dancing with amusement. "Damn, that girl's got some serious stones."

I nod, unable to keep the grudging respect out of my voice. "Yeah, she's something else, all right."

Shiver claps me on the back, nearly knocking the wind out of me. "Well, well, well. Looks like our boy Jolt's met his match. What are you gonna do about it, man?"

I drain the last of my whiskey, savoring the burn as it slides down my throat. "What do you think I'm gonna do? I'm gonna go get my damn phone back."

Siren raises an eyebrow, her lips quirking in that knowing smirk of hers. "Just the phone, huh? Sure you don't want to, what was it? 'Show her what that Harley can really do?'"

I flip her off, but I can feel the heat rising to my face. "Siren, I don't need any more sass from the peanut gallery."

Shiver's still chuckling, his eyes gleaming. "Oh, come on, Jolt. You gotta admit, it's pretty fuckin’ hilarious. Little college girl giving a big bad biker the runaround? That's some sitcom-level shit right there."

I roll my eyes, but I can't quite keep the smile off my face. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. We'll see who's laughing when I get my hands on her."

As soon as the words leave my mouth, I realize how they sound.

Siren and Shiver exchange a look, and I can practically see the wheels turning in their heads.

I growl, but it's too late. "Not like that, you pervs. I will say, it’s good to see you laughing, Siren."

Siren offers me a soft smile. “Yeah, well, what was I supposed to do? No way in hell I was gonna let Serpent cut out my humor.”

"Jesus, girl!" Shiver shakes his head.

I raise my brows and shake mine, knowing I shouldn’t be shocked anymore with her sense of humor and crudeness.

I groan, pushing away from the bar. "I'm outta here before you two decide to start planning the wedding or some shit."

As I turn to leave, I catch sight of my reflection in the mirror behind the bar.

My dark hair's a mess, my green eyes bright.

The tribal tattoos on my arms seem to writhe in the dim light, the tiger on my hand almost looking alive.

For a split second, I wonder what Aggie sees when she looks at me.

Does she see the prospect, eager to prove himself?

The charming smartass with a quick wit and quicker smile?

Or does she see something else entirely?

I shake off the thought.

It doesn't matter what she sees. I'm just going to get my phone back, nothing more.

Shiver calls out as I reach the door. "Hey, Jolt."

I turn back, bracing myself for another round of teasing.

But there's something different in his expression now, a hint of seriousness beneath the ever-present humor.

"Yeah?"

He hesitates for a moment, then says, "Be careful, all right? I know you can handle yourself, but... just watch your back out there. Those college girls could eat ya alive!"

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