Page 89 of Jolt's Vengeance

"What?" he asks, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

I can't help but laugh.

This big, bad biker, nervous because I'm looking at him?

It's adorable.

"Nothing," I say, smiling. "I'm just... happy."

The word feels strange on my tongue, but it's true.

Despite everything we've been through, despite the lingering fear and uncertainty, I am happy.

Here, with Jolt, on our way back to my hometown.

Jolt stares at me for a long moment, his deep green eyes searching mine.

I know that look—it's a mix of desire, wonder, and something deeper that neither of us is quite ready to name yet. The intensity of it makes my breath catch in my throat.

A crackling voice breaks the moment. "Welcome to Arby's, how can I help you?"

Jolt clears his throat and leans out the window. "Yeah, we'll take three Classic Roast Beef sandwiches, three large curly fries, and..." He pauses, glancing back at me. "What do you want to drink, babe?"

"Dr. Pepper," I reply, touched that he remembered my favorite.

"Two large Dr. Peppers and a large Sprite," Jolt finishes, adding Sienna's usual order without missing a beat.

As we wait for our food, I can't help but marvel at how easily Jolt has slipped into this role—my partner, my protector.

It should feel strange, this whirlwind romance born from lust and desire.

But somehow, it just feels right.

Jolt pulls up to the next window, fishing out his wallet and pays the cashier.

We inch forward to the final window, the smell of roast beef and curly fries wafting through the air.

Jolt turns to me, his expression softening.

"I'm glad you're happy, Aggie," he says, his voice low and gravelly. "But there's a part of me that wants to be back in Vegas, making that fucker pay for what he did to you."

His words send a shiver down my spine, but I understand why he wants to hurt Trevor.

Hell, I want Trevor to hurt, but I need time away from that shite.

I reach out, placing my hand on his thigh and giving it a gentle squeeze.

"I'm glad you're not," I murmur, my accent more pronounced with emotion. "That you're here with me instead, enjoying our couple of weeks in Montana."

Jolt's eyes darken at my touch, his muscles tensing beneath my fingers.

"Aggie," he breathes, and I can hear the struggle in his voice. "You don't know what it does to me, seeing those bruises on your face, that cut on your body. I want to tear him apart with my bare hands."

I swallow hard, my emerald eyes meeting his. "I know, Jolt. But that's not what I need right now. I need you here, with me. Safe."

He nods, covering my hand with his own. "I'm not going anywhere, Ghost. You're my ol' lady now, remember?"

The term makes me smile, despite the seriousness of the moment. "Aye, and you're my ol' man. God help us both."

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