Chapter 6
“Hello?” Psycho barked into the phone, not bothering to look at the caller ID. He had been working on his Harley all morning, and had spilt the oil all down the front of him and was now just stepping out of the shower from cleaning up.
“It’s Petra,” came the sweet sounding voice in his ear, and he looked down as his cock became instantly hard beneath the towel he wore. “Did I catch you at a bad time?”
“No, I’m good. What’s up?”
“I’m ready to talk if you are. I know it’s Sunday afternoon, but that was a lot of shit to process.”
“Yeah. I can be at your place within the hour.”
“Okay, since I didn’t purchase groceries, and I have no food in my house, what would you like? I’ll call it in?”
“Beef fajitas from the Mexican place. The meal that comes with the rice and beans.”
“Okay, it’ll be here waiting for you.”
“I’ll see you shortly,” he said as he hung up, and whipped the towel off, finished drying himself, and got dressed.
He swore at himself after he picked up the towel he’d tossed on the floor and hung it over the rod to the shower.
He made a mental note that if his plan came to fruition, then he would have to learn to clean up after himself.
He didn’t think Petra would be the type that would do it, but she would be the type of person to ream him a new asshole for leaving wet towels laying around.
In his bedroom, he looked at his clothes and sighed.
Guess he’d have to settle for jeans and a tee shirt, since he didn’t own anything else.
Instead of wearing blue jeans, he settled for a pair of black ones, and a blue tee.
He had no idea why he was so worried about his appearance, then he sighed as he paused before he put his socks on.
“Calm down, Psycho,” he said to the empty room.
“She’s just a woman. I’m sure she’s just as nervous as you.
” He scoffed at himself, shaking his head.
“Yeah, right, she’s going to listen to your pitch and toss you out on your fucking ear, then where would you be?
” He shook his head as he finished dressing, then took a critical look at himself in the bathroom mirror, leaning in close.
He ran his finger over the scar left by the bullet, and if he had to say so himself, he could admit that after having that fucking tattoo removed, the bullet wound scar wasn’t as pronounced as before.
He knew he could probably find some products to cover it, but he wasn’t that vane.
Besides, he always had it covered when he rode, because of the bandana he wore.
He put a black one on, nodded at his reflection and headed toward the back door.
Because he had stripped naked as soon as he'd entered the house he rented, and tossed his oily clothes in the washer, he dumped in the detergent, along with a grease cutter, and started the machine. He knew he was stalling, but he didn’t want the oil to set in his clothes and have to toss them.
Outside in his driveway, he left the garage door closed and hopped into the front seat of his truck. He drove slowly to the other side of town, and when he arrived at Petra’s house, he grinned when he exited his truck. He pulled his wallet, and stopped the delivery man as he got out of his car.
“Is it paid for?”
“Yes,” the young man, almost a boy said with a shaky voice. Just looking at him made him feel old
“I’ll take it,” he said as he handed the kid a twenty.
“What’s this for?”
“Your tip, don’t worry, the lady of the house is expecting me,” he said and looked up when Petra opened the front door.
“Is there a problem here?”
“Ma’am, do you know this gentleman?”
“I do, I’ve been expecting him, why, is there a problem?”
“No, he said he’d take the food, I wanted to make sure he wasn’t stealing it.”
“He’s not.”
“Okay,” the kid said and released the bag. “Have a good day, Ma’am, Sir,” the kid said and left in his car.
Psycho shook his head as he walked to the front door. When he reached Petra, he shook it again, sighed heavily, and groused. “I feel fucking old. There’s no way in hell that kid has his driver’s license.”
Petra stepped back to allow him to enter, and giggled. “Yeah, that ‘Ma’am’ part sucks. However, it shows he was raised right and has manners.”
“There is that.” He took their food to the counter and started emptying the contents of the bags.
Neither of them spoke unless it was to see what they wanted to drink, then they settled at the kitchen table to eat.
Halfway through the meal, Psycho finally stopped eating enough to look at her intently.
“I don’t know how much you want to eat because I’m going to be talking about some serious shit here in a few minutes, I don’t want you to get an upset stomach or something.”
“Will you be talking about gore, guts, blood, bodily fluids?”
“No.”
She shrugged with a grin. “Then I’m good.” She continued to eat her meal and the didn’t speak until they cleaned up after themselves, and cleared the food. They settled back at the table with cups of coffee and bottles of water.
“I’m going to try to keep on track for what I need to tell you, however, I feel that some things need to be said before I get into the meat of it all. I will totally understand if you want to kick me out after what I have to tell you.”
“I’m listening,” Petra said after ten seconds of pure silence.
“First, a question, what did Kessler tell you when he sent you to the Devil’s Scorpions?”
“Nothing much, I had read the files on them and knew how bad they were, and what they were doing. He pretty much told me to go there and try to get involved with them.”
“Son of a bitch, you didn’t have help?”
“What do you mean by ‘help’?”
Psycho sat forward and cradled his coffee cup in his hands.
“When Kessler and Flynn told me I would be infiltrating the Devil’s Scorpions, they had an agent already undercover with them to come see me.
” He pointed to the tattoos covering his right arm.
“He, the already undercover agent, told me that I needed certain tattoos in order to be believable to the Scorpions.”
“The ones the other members had?”
“Yes, though I killed while in the Army, I didn’t since becoming a cop.
I was a small town Deputy Sheriff, and I didn’t see any hard core action until I joined the Vulture’s MC.
You read that file already. When I retained my entire memory after being shot, that’s when Kessler and Flynn started training me to go undercover with Devil’s Scorpions.
” He shook his head, finished his coffee, and settled back in his chair.
“What I’m about to say is probably going to piss you off.”
“Just say it, Psycho.”
“I knew about you. I knew you were undercover ATF, however, I was told not to tell anyone there who I was.” He shook his head when he saw understanding cross her expression.
“The only other person that I knew ahead of time that was undercover with them was the guy that took me to the tattoo parlor, and who vouched for me when we got to Tucson.” This time he paused and got up to refill their coffee cups before settling back in his chair.
“It wasn’t until after the arrests of the Scorpions that I knew of the other men there undercover.”
“There were more than just you?”
“Yes, I can’t speak for the others, I can only speak for myself.
I was told to intervene on your behalf if you were in grave danger.
I was also told that you were an excellent agent and could hold your own, both with your story and fighting to stay alive.
This next part is strictly personal on my part. ”
“What is?”
“Keep in mind that I knew who you were before I even arrived there with Vulture,” At her look he smiled and nodded.
“Yes, there were six of us. Me, Vulture, Snake, Bulldog, Wheels, and Hillbilly. As far as we knew, you were the only female undercover agent. Anyway, the moment I met you, I liked you. Even with all the fucking shit Zeke and the other patch holders put us through, I still liked you.” He sipped his coffee and stared at the table as he spoke again.
“Do you remember the night Slim slapped you around at the bar we were in?”
“Yes,” Petra answered quietly as she reached up and touched the tiny scar on the outside of her upper lip where Slim had split her lip after she refused to go in the back alley with him for what he described as a quickie.
Thankfully, several of the other women helped her keep safe by yelling at him.
In the Devil’s Scorpions motorcycle club, Slim was considered only a prospect and he didn’t have the same power a fully patched member had.
“What about it?” she asked to encourage him to continue his tale.
“Do you remember he didn’t go back to the club house with us that night, then he didn’t show up for a few days? When he did show up, his face was covered in bruises?”
“Oh my god, was that you?”
“Yes. I didn’t have my center patch yet, but I had both my top and bottom rockers.
He had nothing, he was only a prospect that had been around for only three or four months at that time.
While in that back alley he wanted to take you to, I didn’t have my rag on, and my face was covered, but I let him know in no uncertain terms that you, and all the other women were off limits to a piss ant like him.
That he had no right as a prospect to even be looking at you ladies, let alone trying to drag any of you to the back alley for a quickie.
I about shit my pants when Zeke asked him what happened to him and he looked at all of us.
My knuckles were still raw from the beating I gave him. ”
“I know it’s a couple of years too late, but thank you. I had never been so scared in my life when he grabbed my arm and tried to drag me away from the group.” Petra reached out and gripped his hand and tightened her grip when she felt a tingle shoot up her arm.
“You’re welcome, and I was told later by Snake that if I hadn’t beat the asshole up, then one of them would have.
Not only because you were undercover, but because you are a woman.
We didn’t agree with Zeke’s rules that the women had to be shared, and I’ll never know how you avoided being raped by the members, or hooked up with any of them. ”
“I don’t know either, I have a suspicion that Mary had something to do with it, but I don’t know for sure. All I know is that about six weeks after I arrived, Mary said something to Zeke, and no one messed with me. I will be eternally grateful to her for that. Do you know what happened to her?”
Psycho scrubbed his face hard. “I’d tell you, but then I’d have to kill you.”
“Holy shit, so it’s above my pay grade?”
“Yes, I’m only repeating what was told to me. I am just as clueless as you as to what happened to you. You wrote the reports, you were told what you needed to know after the arrests.”
“I only have one question.”
“What’s that?”
“I kept hearing and seeing the name Paul Rankin in the reports from the other agents involved. Kessler even talked about him, but I am clueless as to who he is. Do you have any idea?”
Psycho grinned as he leaned up on his hip, withdrew his wallet, and pulled out his driver’s license. He handed it over silently.
“You?” Petra asked in shock. “You’re Paul Rankin?”
“Yes. Now that you know that I knew you were undercover, but didn’t say anything to you, I have something else to confess.”
“What’s that?”
“I like you Petra. I mean, I like you enough that I want to have a relationship with you, however, there’s a reason why I gave you that file to read last night, and why I am here today. My dating you might not happen.”
“Why not?” She demanded. “Since we’re being honest here, I have been sitting in my office for the last few months wondering how much time Psycho would get for his involvement with Devil’s Scorpions. Until you showed up at my door the other night, I had no clue you were one of the good guys.”
Psycho grinned, then quickly sobered. “Okay, a few months back, I came up with a plan. I’ve talked with Snake, Bulldog, Wheels, Vulture, and Hillbilly about it.
They are all in agreement with me on this.
We are about eighty percent ready to put this plan in motion.
The guys I just mentioned have gone to their home states to clean up any unfinished business they have in their personal lives. ”
“I’m listening,” she said when he paused to sip his coffee.
“I have gone to both Flynn and Kessler with this idea, and though they aren’t happy about it, they can’t really say anything bad about it.
” He grinned as he shook his head. “I didn’t give them the opportunity to turn this deal down, I told them what was going to happen, and they were either on board with it, or I would turn in my shield and go it alone.
I’m asking if you would like to join me.
We would take our time getting to know each other as we set this up, but you would be in on the ground floor. We would do this together.”
“What is it? I can’t give you my answer unless I know what I’m getting myself into.”
“I’m starting my own motorcycle club.”