Page 90 of Jolt's Vengeance

Jolt's deep, dark green eyes crinkle at the corners as he laughs, the sound warming me from the inside out.

"God help us indeed," he says, his thumb tracing circles on the back of my hand. "But I wouldn't have it any other way."

I lean back in my seat, the tension easing from my shoulders. "So, tell me more about this brother of yours. Victor, right? The one in the Deathstalkers MC?"

We’ve spent the last couple of days talking about him more than me.

I came to the realization I barely knew anything about his life, and yet he knew almost everything about mine.

Jolt's expression softens. "Yeah, Vic. He's a few years older than me, always been the responsible one. Joined the Marines straight out of high school."

"And you didn't fancy following in his footsteps?" I ask, genuinely curious.

He shakes his head, a wry smile playing on his lips. "Nah, military life wasn't for me. But the brotherhood? The sense of belonging? That's what drew me to the Reapers Rejects."

I nod, understanding all too well the pull of club life. "It's in your blood now, isn't it?"

"Just like it's in yours," he says, giving my hand a squeeze.

The miles roll by and it's not long before I realize we’re almost there.

He nods, his eyes scanning the road ahead. "You more nervous or excited about bein’ back home?"

I consider his question for a moment. "A wee bit more nervous," I admit. "It's been a while since I've been home."

As we approach the clubhouse grounds, I spot a familiar figure standing guard.

Ripper, with his medium-brown hair and stubbled jawline, gives us a nod as we pull up.

"Welcome back, princess," he calls out, his cocky grin firmly in place. "Jolt, you better be treatin’ our girl right."

Jolt rolls down the window, matching Ripper's grin. "You know it, brother. Wouldn't dream of doing otherwise."

Ripper waves us through, and Jolt steers the SUV toward Kade's old house.

As we come to a stop, I turn in my seat to wake Sienna.

"Hey, sleepyhead," I say, gently shaking her shoulder. "We're here."

Sienna stirs, blinking owlishly. "What's goin' on?" she mumbles, her voice thick with sleep.

"We're at the clubhouse," I explain, watching as realization dawns on her face.

Meanwhile, Jolt's already out of the car, hauling our luggage toward the house.

I can't help but admire the way he jumps to do any sort of manly thing.

As I watch him, a thought occurs to me.

My parents will probably expect me to stay with them while I'm here.

It's the logical thing, after all.

But I don’t think I’m going to stay in my childhood home.

I'd much rather be cozied up with Jolt, safe in his arms, feeling protected from the entire world.

I want the stolen moments, the quiet nights, the chance to explore this new relationship without the weight of my family's expectations.

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