As I wrap my arms around Jolt's waist and we roar off toward the clubhouse, I realize this is the best choice I’ve ever made.
This wild, unpredictable life with Jolt and the club—it's exactly where I want to be.
We pull up to the clubhouse, and I'm surprised to see a crowd gathered outside.
For a heart-stopping moment, I think they all somehow know about our engagement.
Did Jolt plan this?
My palms start to sweat as we dismount.
But before I can say anything, a high-pitched squeal cuts through the night air.
Izzy, one of the other ol’ ladies, comes barreling toward us, her face lit up with excitement.
"I can't believe you're having another baby!!!" she shrieks, rushing past us and throwing her arms around Camila, who's standing a few feet away.
I blink, caught off guard by the sudden shift in focus.
The crowd erupts in cheers and congratulations, completely oblivious to the life-changing moment Jolt and I just shared.
I lean in close to Jolt, my lips brushing his ear as I whisper, "Let's tell them another time. We should be celebrating for Camila and Boog right now."
Jolt nods, his deep green eyes twinkling with understanding.
He squeezes my hand, his thumb brushing over the new ring.
The white gold is still unfamiliar against my skin, but it sends a thrill through me every time I feel it.
We make our way through the crowd, offering our congratulations to Camila and Boog.
As the night wears on, I can't help but notice the way Jolt keeps glancing at me, a secret smile playing on his lips.
My heart swells with emotion, but there's still a nagging worry in the back of my mind.
I pull him aside, my fingers tracing the tribal tattoos on his arm. "Are you sure the club won't be dealing with any threats anymore?"
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t still afraid something bad could happen.
Jolt pulls me close, his strong arms enveloping me.
I breathe in his scent—sandalwood and cedar.
"I promise you, Ghost," he murmurs, using the nickname that always makes my heart skip a beat. "Sally's heading for Mexico, but that'll be just like the rest—unsuccessful. Everything is fine here, for now."
I want to believe him, I really do.
But I've seen enough of this life to know that 'for now' can be a very short time.
