Page 93 of Jolt's Vengeance

I hold my breath, waiting for Jolt's response.

Part of me wants to jump in, to explain everything myself, but I know this is a moment Jolt needs to handle on his own.

Jolt meets Da's gaze unflinchingly. "She's my ol' lady, sir," he says, his voice firm but respectful. "That's what your daughter is to me."

My heart swells at his words, at the way he claims me without hesitation.

But as I watch my father's face darken again, I can't help but wonder if we've just jumped from the frying pan into the fire.

Da's eyes lock onto mine, his expression a mixture of disbelief and fury.

I can almost see the gears turning in his head, trying to process this unexpected information.

"It's true, Daddy," I say, my voice steady despite the nerves fluttering in my stomach. "Jolt's my ol' man."

The words hang in the air between us, causing the tension to only become thicker.

I watch as his face cycles through a range of emotions—shock, anger, confusion, and finally, a kind of resigned frustration.

Da shakes his head, running a hand through his graying hair. "What the fuck happened down there? I wanted you close to the club for safety reasons, not to get in a fuckin' relationship."

I open my mouth to explain, but Jolt beats me to it.

He steps forward, placing himself slightly in front of me in a protective stance that doesn't go unnoticed by my father.

"Well, sir," Jolt begins, his tone respectful but firm, "it just sort of happened."

I can't help but snort at the understatement.

'Just sort of happened' doesn't quite cover the shite we’ve been through.

Da's eyes narrow, his lips curling into a sarcastic smirk.

"Yeah," he drawls, "like you just happened to fall for my beautiful daughter, hmm?"

I tense, ready to jump to Jolt's defense, but once again, he surprises me.

Jolt nods, his deep green eyes never leaving Da's face.

"Yes, sir," he says simply. "That's exactly what happened."

The sincerity in his voice makes my heart skip a beat.

I reach out, intertwining my fingers with his, silently offering my support.

Jolt squeezes my hand gently, and I feel like things are going to turn out okay.

As I stand there, caught between the two most important men in my life, I can't help but think how surreal this all is.

A week ago, I was just a college student trying to balance classes and club life.

Now, I'm introducing my ol' man to the man who raised me, sporting bruises from a fight I barely escaped.

Life in the MC world, I suppose.

There’s never a dull moment.

A shiver runs through the air, and I hear Sienna's teeth chattering behind us.

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