Page 77 of Bolt's Flame
“I’m not goin’ anywhere,” I promised, my voice filled with confidence. “Not without you.”
She swallowed hard, her hand reaching up to cup my cheek. “I can’t lose you, Bolt. Not now. Not after everything.”
I leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her lips, feeling the weight of our love hanging between us. “I promised never to leave you,” I whispered against her lips. “And I intend to keep that promise.”
She nodded, but I could still see the fear in her eyes. Fear for me, fear for herself. I pulled her into a tight embrace, my lips pressing against her hair. “I love you, Fiona, and tonight I’ll be in our bed doin’ all sorts of dirty things to you to prove it.”
Fiona chuckled and looked up at me with a smile. “I’ll be looking forward to it.”
THE SOUND OFmotorcycles roaredas we approached the vicinity of the location. My heart pounded in my chest, adrenaline pumping through my veins.
I was ready for this.
Devil was beside me, his hand resting on his gun as he scanned the area. The club had come in full force—Thunder, Chain, Devil, Horse, Gatsby, all of us. A handful of men were left behind to guard the clubhouse and protect the women.
The location of the foundry loomed ahead, the road dark and empty. This was it. The moment everything came to a head.
We stopped just down the road, the roar of engines dying down as the club members dismounted their bikes, ready to draw blood.
“Stay close,” Devil said, his eyes taking in our surroundings. “We walk the rest of the way in and surprise them.”
I nodded, my hand tightening around my pistol. It felt heavier tonight, like it knew just how personal this revenge was to me.
The plan was simple: go in, take out Drago and his men, and get out. But as soon as we stepped onto the property, everything exploded into chaos.
Gunfire erupted from the shadows, bullets whizzing past us as the club moved in, returning fire. I ducked behind a rusted metal beam, my heart racing as I aimed and fired, taking down one of Drago’s men with brutal efficiency.
By the time the dust settled, the foundry was eerily quiet. Drago’s men were either dead or gone, and the club stood victorious. But the weight of everything still hung heavy in the air. Devil moved through the building, his eyes scanning the bodies. “Drago isn’t fucking here!” he snarled. “And I don’t think he was here to begin with, split before we got here.”
“He ran tail, like the fucking yellow snake he is,” Chain smirked. “But we put a hurtin’ on his numbers tonight, that I guarantee.”
“Let’s fucking clean this up and clear out,” Devil mumbled, sounding defeated. In his mind, the goal was to take out Drago, so he failed.
And Devil didn’t like to fail.
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
I STOOD OUTSIDEthe clubhouse, the afternoonsun casting a warm glow over the lot, watching as Bolt and the others returned from some sort of club business. But the tension of the past few weeks was finally starting to lift, like a dark cloud that had hung over us for too long was finally clearing.
Drago was hiding as far as I knew. His threat gone for the moment, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I wasn’t looking over my shoulder, waiting for the next hit to come.
The woman from the van hasn’t been able to speak. The doctor says she has Laryngeal Trauma because the men choked her, causing damage to her vocal cords. Since her hands were also damaged, it could be a month before we know her story.Mystic is the only person who seems to be able to keep her calm. He stays by her bedside like a guard dog, growling at anyone who upsets her.
Bolt caught sight of me as he pulled up, a slow grin spreading across his face. He parked his bike and swung off, walking toward me with that easy confidence that still made my heart skip a beat. No matter how much time passed, I knew I’d never stop feeling that spark when I saw him.
“Afternoon, beautiful,” he murmured as he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his chest.
I smiled, leaning into him, the warmth of his body seeping into mine. He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead, and for a moment, we just stood there, holding each other. It still amazed me how much had changed. How muchIhad changed. I wasn’t the same woman who had walked into this clubhouse, scared and broken, running from a life I never thought I’d escape.
Now, I am a stronger woman. I had Bolt, my dad, and Brenda. Plus, I had this whole new family of this club that I was growing to love.
“What are you thinkin’ about?” Bolt asked, his voice low as he pulled back to look at me, his eyes searching mine.
I nodded, my heart swelling with emotion. “Just how happy I am.”
He smiled, his thumb brushing over my cheek. “You know, there was a time when I wasn’t sure we’d ever get to this point.”
“Me too,” I admitted, thinking back to the fear, the uncertainty that had gripped me for so long. But those days felt like a distant memory now. “But we made it. We’re here.”