Biker Justice: A Skull Kings MC Novella by Sage L. Morgan

pale cheeks, but I thought I could see the glint of a tear.
    “I get the feeling there’s a little more to that tattoo than what you’re letting on.”
    Suddenly, Lisbeth jerked her hand out of my grasp. She took a step backward, regarding me with her shimmering eyes. “Carmen. You can’t tell anyone. Promise.”
    I felt my mouth turn downward. Technically, I’d made a promise to Logan first. But Lisbeth was right in front of me, right now, and she needed somebody to talk to. Hell would’ve frozen over before she could ever be convinced to tell Liam. Somebody had to know, though. I could tell. Whatever had Lisbeth that scared was too big of a secret for a young girl to handle on her own.
    It was a promise I couldn’t keep, but at that moment, I had to do what was best for her.
    “Okay,” I said, nodding quickly. “I promise.”
    * * *
    L ogan was still in my bed when I got home.
    “Put a shirt on,” I said. I spotted the black lump of his shirt on the ground and kicked it into my hand.
    After I tossed it to him, Logan pulled it on over his head without hesitation. He raised his eyebrows, speaking in a carefully measured tone. “So? How’d it go?”
    I sank onto the bed next to him. My purse landed with a heavy thud between my feet. I’d been shaking on my entire drive over, the sound of Lisbeth’s voice lingering hauntingly in my ears.
    “I don’t know if I should tell you,” I said.
    The sheets rustled as Logan scrambled to my side. His warm, dry hand pressed into my arm. “Tell me.”
    “She made me promise not to tell anyone,” I said, hearing the fear in my own voice, “and honestly, I’m not sure if you can help her, anyway.”
    “Don’t you want to know what I was doing outside of her work?”
    I shook my head. “Not worth it anymore.”
    “Carmen.” The playful edge of his tone was gone. He turned my face toward his. “What if I told you I could help?”
    “I highly doubt that.”
    Logan blinked a few times. “Okay, fine. How about we take baby steps? Tell me why you think I won’t be able to help Lisbeth. You wouldn’t be spilling the beans if you did that, right?”
    “Well...no, I guess not.”
    Logan leaned back, gazing at me patiently.
    I didn’t know where to begin. “There’s a bad guy.”
    “Okay? And?”
    “He’s really bad. Really powerful. Lisbeth got mixed up with him somehow, and she doesn’t want anybody, her brother, the MC, anybody else to get mixed up with him, too.”
    “He’s that scary, huh?” Logan said.
    I resisted the urge to punch him. “I’m serious! It’s safer if nobody knows.”
    “And who decided that? Lisbeth? The girl who’s famous for making the best decisions in town?”
    I shoved him off of the bed.
    “Shit!” he yelped as he hit the floor.
    I stood up, towering over him. If I wanted to, I could’ve kicked him in the spine. “Yes, Lisbeth is the one who decided that, and I agree with her. Sorry, but there’s some things outside of Canyon City and your little biker world that you wouldn’t be able to understand.”
    Logan pushed himself up and clambered onto his feet. “Like the gang, right? Because this bad guy, he’s probably the head honcho of some gang?”
    I pressed my lips together. He could interpret my silence however he wanted.
    “And the tattoo. The compass is probably the gang’s symbol. The rose is for whatever Lisbeth’s role was in the gang.”
    I felt my eyes grow wide.
    “Let’s say the rose is a symbol for prostitution. Hypothetically, her pimp must’ve been a member of this compass gang.”
    “How did you—”
    “So is that why I can’t help her, Carmen? Because I’m just a simple biker living the small town life, and she’s running away from a big bad gang?”
    I wanted to say yes. “Logan.” I shook my head. “I just want everybody to be safe. So does Lisbeth.”
    Logan raised his chin. “So, if I can’t help her, if her brother or the MC can’t help her, then who can?”
    I threw my head