Page 37 of Jolt's Vengeance

"Well, fuck me," I mutter to myself, glancing down at my cut.

The leather vest with our club's patches isn't exactly subtle.

Normally, I'd have it off for a situation like this, but tonight?

There’s no other option.

I swing off the bike, my boots crunching on discarded cups.

As I approach the house, I can't shake the feeling that this night could go one of two ways— smooth as whiskey or a complete clusterfuck.

I climb the porch steps.

It’s time to find my little phone thief and show her what happens when you mess with me.

I'm barely on the porch when two frat boys block my path, puffing out their chests like they're hot shit.

One of them, a blonde douche with a popped collar, eyes me up and down.

He sneers, his breath reeking of cheap beer. "Where's your invite, man?"

I clench my jaw, my patience already wearing thin.

I'm not in the mood for this bullshit, not when Aggie's in there with my damn phone.

"Up your asshole," I snarl, shoving past them. "Go fish for it."

The other guy starts to protest, but I'm already through the door, leaving them sputtering in my absence.

The heavy bass hits me like a wall as I enter, the air thick with the smell of weed and spilled booze.

I pull out Shiver's phone, bringing up the tracking app.

My eyes narrow as I see the blinking dot indicating my phone's location.

She's on the far side of the house.

I mutter, weaving through the crowd. "Gotcha, you little minx."

As I push my way through the sea of drunk college kids, I can't help but be amused.

Here I am, a grown-ass man chasing after some college girl who swiped my phone.

But there's something about Aggie that gets under my skin and makes me do crazy shit like this.

It's not just about the phone anymore, and I know it.

I spot her in the back living area, and my breath catches for a second.

She's with Sienna, the girl from earlier, both of them dancing to the pounding music.

They're sipping on what looks like cheap beer, laughing and swaying to the beat.

My eyes narrow as I notice a couple of guys inching closer to them, clearly interested.

A surge of possessiveness rushes through me, catching me off guard.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

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