Page 30 of Karma

Grim is an intense guy. I knew that from before. He’s one of the ones you send in when you want the job done. Whatever the job is.

But I’ve never had all that intensity of his trained on me until tonight. And now I can’t get the memory of his strong body pressing me against the wall out of my mind. Of the feel of his hard cock against my ass. Or even his damn whiskey breath.

I can’t remember the last time I wanted a guy so bad. Must’ve been way back in the days of Stitch, the first guy I fell in love with not counting Walter. It was ages ago, and all went to shit fast.

I’ve been thinking about Grim so much, I’m even starting to forget he’s a total top and all the problems that will bring. Not a good thing.

After what seems like hours since setting out, I finally reach the Stone Dogs MC HQ. It’s a house on the outskirts of LA, in a mostly abandoned part of town and the road leading to it had so many potholes, I actually considered getting off my bike and rolling it to my destination to avoid destroying it and/or breaking my neck. I saw the swastikas and other Hitler fan club crap adorning the house about a mile before I actually reached it.

So now I’m sitting here in the dark trying to decide what to do. I’ve been thinking about fucking a guy so much tonight those Aryan motherfuckers will probably smell it on me.

I call Joker once I realize the decision on what to do next won’t just come to me. I should’ve done so earlier anyway, since I don’t even know what he wants me to talk to them about. He answers on the second ring.

“What do you want from these Nazis, anyway?” I ask.

“Oh, good, are you there?” he asks, sounding happily excited. “They have some sweet anti-personnel mines to sell that would be just perfect for the hills around Justice.”

Justice is a town in the middle of the Nevada desert that no one but our MC knows about. It’s where he’s planning to bringEden after abducting her, and where we will make our last stand in the war against Devil’s Nightmare MC. We need all the help we can get with that, true. But anti-personnel mines?

“That’s not a good idea, Joker,” I tell him. “You know one of our guys will just end up stepping on it. And what do you know about placing them, anyway?”

“I’ve been looking it up,” he says defensively.

Of course he has. He plans and plans all the damn day. But that’s why he needs me. To tell him when his plans are shit. I probably should’ve said that about the plan to abduct Eden, the Devil’s Nightmare MC princess, but that ship has sailed.

“Nah, bad idea,” I say. “Plus, I don’t want us doing business with the Aryan brotherhood.”

I’m the VP of our MC. That should count for something. Although it’s always Joker calling the shots and I’m fine with that too.

“Come on, you’ll be fine,” he says, laughing. “You’re the whitest guy in our whole MC.”

“And probably the gayest.” Especially after my run in with Grim earlier. Jesus Christ.

Joker clears his throat. “You don’t gotta tell them that.”

We have very few secrets and me being bi was never one of them. Which isn’t to say I flaunt it or discuss it with him. But damn, I wish I could get some advice from him tonight.

“I’m not going in there,” I say and turn my bike back around. “You can get your mines from somewhere else.”

“You fucking know how hard it’s been to get good quality weapons, Scorpio,” he says. “The Devils clamped down on all supply lines and aren’t selling to anyone.”

It’s true. We’ve had to go as far as Honduras to get some good shit. But we can do that again.

“This is no time to start getting personally offended by other people’s bullshit beliefs and convictions,” he goes on. “You never cared one way or another before.”

And the truth is, I still don’t. I could go into that clubhouse and get those mines for us. But I don’t want to. What I want to do is go back to that crappy bar and finish what Grim and me started. It’s the only way I’m gonna get him out of my system. And who knows, maybe Karma’s back already too. That should be enough to keep him from killing me, at least.

“I’m nixing the mines idea,” I say. “Too fucking dangerous.”

“Then get back here and help me with this shit already,” he says sounding like he’s barely managing not to start yelling at me. “This war is as much for you as it is for me.”

He’s not wrong. Devil’s Nightmare MC murdered both our families and left us with no one. This war has been years in the making and we’ve worked hard to come this far… to a situation where we’ll at least get revenge if not see all the Devils dead. But he always wanted that revenge more than I did. That’s one of the secrets I do keep from him.

“I’ll be there soon, Joker,” I tell him. “I just gotta take care of something first.”

“What?”

“Something…” I say evasively.

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