Page 44 of Bolt's Flame

I didn’t even want to imagine what Fiona was thinking right now.

My chest tightened, the memory of her standing in the doorway like a knife twisting in my gut. Her face—the look on her face—that hurt, that betrayal. She’d seen Jenny here, sprawled across me in bed, and she’d assumed the worst.

I had struggled to sit up, the movement sending a fresh wave of nausea crashing through me. I’d tried to say something. Tried to get the words out, to explain that this wasn’t what it looked like, that I didn’t even know how Jenny got here, but nothing had come out right. My mind had been too foggy, too slow. I’d watched as Fiona turned and walked out, her angry words hitting me like a death blow.

I rubbed a hand over my face, trying to piece together the fragments of memory that were still coming back to me in bits and pieces. But all I could remember was taking those pills, the headache starting to fade, and then... nothing. It was like someone had flipped a switch, and now I was standing in the wreckage of something I didn’t even understand.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed, my movements slow and uncoordinated. Jenny stirred beside me, and I felt a fresh wave of anger roll through me. Whatever had happened—or hadn’t happened—I wasn’t about to let her play me for a fool.

“What the fuck are you doing in my bed?” I growled, my voice hoarse.

Jenny stretched, her lips curling into a lazy smile like she didn’t have a care in the world. “Relax, Bolt. You needed some company, so I kept you nice and warm.”

My jaw clenched, rage simmering inside me as I struggled to keep my cool. I didn’t remember asking for company, and I sure as hell didn’t remember inviting her into my bed. “Get the fuck out.”

She pouted, clearly not expecting me to react this way. “Come on, Bolt. No need to be so mean. We had a good time—”

“Get. The. Fuck. Out!”

The words were sharp, cutting through whatever game she was playing. I didn’t care how she’d gotten here or what she thought had happened. I just wanted her gone, and not just from my bed, but from the clubhouse.

Jenny’s smile faltered, but she didn’t argue. She slid off the bed, picking up her clothes as she shot me one last look. “You’ll regret this, Bolt. You always come back.”

I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. My head was still spinning, my thoughts tangled in the mess of everything I’d just lost.

My heart was pounding, my throat tight with the realization that Fiona was gone. That she’d seen me with her, seen me like that, and she was never going to believe I didn’t remember.

What if I did fuck her?

I leaned forward, burying my head in my hands as the weight of it all crashed down on me. The woman I cared about, the one I’d let in, was gone. And she’d seen something I couldn’t explain. Hell, I didn’t even understand it myself.

But the worst part?

I knew there was no coming back from this. Not easily. Not with the way she’d looked at me—like I was the last person on earth she would ever trust. Like I’d betrayed her in the worst way possible.

And maybe I had? I just couldn’t fucking remember!

My head was still spinning when I heard a growl by the door. I turned just in time to see Horse standing there, his eyes immediately locking onto Jenny as she finished buttoning her shirt. His face went from confused to murderous in less than a second, the color draining from his features before a wave of red-hot fury took over.

“Bolt,you son of a bitch,” he growled. His voice was pure rage. “What in the fucking hell is this?”

Jenny glanced at him, her smug smile faltering for the first time as she realized what she’d gotten into. She didn’t say a word—didn’t have to. The damage was already done.

Horse’s eyes snapped to me, and I could see the betrayal, the rage, and the sheer disbelief written across his face. I barely had time to react before he was on me, his hands grabbing me, slamming me back against the wall so hard I saw stars.

“You think you can do this to my little girl?” Horse roared, his fist cocked back, ready to take my head off. “You think you can disrespect her like that and get away with it?”

I barely had time to process what was happening, my vision blurring as I tried to keep Horse from killing me. Jenny was gone—disappeared from the room like the sneaky bitch that she was. My body was still heavy, still groggy from whatever the hell I’d taken, but Horse’s anger didn’t give a shit about that. Nope, he was going to end me.

“Horse, wait!” I struggled to get the words out, but my voice was sluggish, the haze still clouding my mind. “It’s not... it’s not what it looks like.”

But Horse wasn’t listening. His fist came down, and I barely managed to duck out of the way, the punch glancing off my shoulder instead of my jaw.

“Don’t you lie to me! You fucked that bitch!” he snarled, shoving me harder against the wall. “She trusted you, Bolt. She cared about you, and you do this shit?”

The pain in his voice cut deeper than the punch. He wasn’t just angry—he was hurt. And I couldn’t even explain myself. Hell, I didn’t know what the hell had happened, but in this moment, none of that mattered.

I felt the world tilt again, my body heavy and uncooperative as Horse pressed me against the wall, his fist hovering in the air. I tried to push him off, but it was like fighting throughquicksand. Nothing made sense, and the more I tried to move, the slower I felt.