“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?”
