Joker Harley Novels & Stories

Doesn’t take much since I’ve already gotten him there. “Harley,” I say, as I squat a bit and make slight swimming motions with my arms. The other three males quickly appear, all pretty much looking like the other. Clones with chiseled bodies, buzz cut hair and scowls. “Dakota, my fair lady. Doing okay? Heard you been a bit busy but nothing you couldn’t handle,” Harley says, dropping to a similar position as me and swimming around. The other three stand behind him like bodyguards. His father probably bribed them to watch his back, I honestly wouldn’t be surprised.

“Didn’t know you were the old lady kind, Hamill.” “Let her go.” Jax’s husky voice was even and measured, maybe too much so. “Right the fuck now.” “And if I don’t?” “You really want to find out?” “That sounds like a threat.” Joker reached into his back pocket, and now silver glinted in his hand. “I feel the need to protect myself, all of a sudden.”

I countered, "he seems pretty smart. Yesterday, I saw him waiting for the light to change before crossing the road." "That's actually kind of weird," the waitress said, leaning closer. "Harley never used to do that. About a month ago, though, he darted across the street and almost got creamed by a car. Viktor who works for Ben over there saw the whole thing and scooped Harley up. Took him to the corner and in like, half an hour, had him trained to wait for the light.

A few months later, he rescued me. It was probably a good thing that Jay had kept up his relationships with some of the felons he was in jail with, because within two weeks he'd managed to get me a whole new identity and I was legally linked to him - and so, Harley James was born. I smiled to myself as I watched Jay start to disassemble the bike, giving it a good look over as he did so. Say what you might, Jay never let a bike leave his shop in a less than perfect condition. With a smile on my face, I trod the stone pathway to the small cottage we shared.

“Thank you.” She said nothing, ignoring me, but my visage was completely ugly. I had seen it. That same symbol of two blades on a howling wolf, I had seen it on Harley's wrist. The symbol was faint, as though she had tried to wipe it off, but I was still able to see it. Harley was from the Dark Wolf Clan. But does Diana know?I have a feeling that she doesn't. Things were really getting more complicated. Harley was a spy, and Diana's family was trying to usurp George from his position. Regardless of whether they knew about Harley's true identity or not, none of them would be spared.

“For you ladies, from that gentleman over by the corner.” We twisted our heads in the direction the bartender pointed, only to notice a tall man a few seats away from us with dirty blond hair tied in a topknot and a heavily trimmed beard covering his jaw. The silver ring on his lower lip shone from the distance. “I don’t think we should—” Before I could even finish, Harley had already emptied two out of four shots. “Harley, don’t. What if they’re spiked?” “You say this every time a hot guy offers you a drink. It’s no surprise you haven’t had a dick in quite a while.” She giggled at her own words and, leaning in, she asked, “Why are you so sceptical?”

But with the Alhaj's backing, they would be more than willing to. The bikers joined us where we stood, the most popular and feared biker in the whole of Harmony City was Baraka. A large, wild man with a big beard and a piercing fierce look to go with it. He got off his bike and came straight to the Alhaj. They embraced like they were good friends.

I just took what I needed, the friction and the heat being the only things that reminded me I was still alive. ​Oh, fuck... this feels good,I hissed through my teeth as I hit the limit. ​A few minutes later, I was back on my feet, zipping my leather jacket while she was still catching her breath. To me, she was already gone. ​Clean yourself up and get out, I said, my voice flat, robotic in its lack of emotion. ​I walked out to the parking lot. The air was cool, but the sound was hot twenty Harleys idling at once, a choir of thunder that made the ground tremble. I kicked my leg over the seat, the engine's heat seeping into my thighs.

“C’mere, Prez, and I mean double-time.” Stomping footsteps approached, and then Nails Paxton was in the doorway of Ace’s bedroom, looking ten kinds of seriously-pissed. Ever since that anonymous phone call had come in from someone claiming that Ace Cuddy had killed Kirk, Warren ‘Derby’ Kane (Joker’s own cousin), and Shay Alcott, it had been one hell of a day, and Joker knew that what he had to show Nails was only going to make for a much worse night.

I retorted, matching my tone to hers. She huffed and crossed her arms over the too-white duvet, flexing her fists so the lettering across her knuckles stretched. Love and hate both got distorted. ‘Huh, sounds like your messed-up brain, buddy,’ said Knight. ‘Don’t act like yours is any better,’ I shot back. He held up his paws. ‘Can’t argue with that.’ “Some bastard poisoned me, all right?” said Harley, fixing her gaze on the linoleum floor. “I don’t know who it was or how they did it. Now Nova’s got the whole pack on lockdown while she tries to find the little bitch who did it.”