Jassy
“I don't give two shits about what you think you gotta do!” Happy yelled right in Karl's face, flecks of spittle flying everywhere. His face was redder than a beet, and veins were popping out all over like he'd been shooting ‘roids for the last six months.
The look on Karl's face was calm though, collected, almost serene.
“Look,” my newly-minted partner in crime said, “I understand you don't want me to split from the club, but I have to. If I don't, we'll be having even worse things coming down the pike.”
Damn it was weird to call him that. Partner. It had a nice ring to it, though. I hadn't had anything like him since I was back home. All I'd had were all the men, and that didn't count for much of anything.
But now I had Karl.
Too bad I might have to lose him, too, when I went
