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

back, exasperated. “I don’t know! The FBI, maybe? Oh, but wait. Do you have the Federal Bureau of Investigation on speed dial?” I said sarcastically.
    Logan’s expression didn’t waver. “Carmen,” he said, creeping forward. He took my hands and brought them up to his chest. “I do, actually.”
    “What?”
    “This isn’t the real me. I’m not just some small town biker. I was born in Brooklyn and I played football in high school.”
    “So?” My lips pursed. “What does that have anything to do with Lisbeth?”
    There were flames of excitement burning in Logan’s eyes, but he spoke in a low hiss, as if he feared us being overheard. “I’m an undercover field agent, Carmen. I was recruited about five years ago.”
    The words froze in my ears. It was like listening to a foreign language. “What?” I whispered.
    Logan began speaking faster, recounting his awkward first months trying to learn how to ride a motorcycle, schlepping around as the Skull Kings’ newest prospect, and various run-ins with the rival Scorpions, but his words merely buzzed around my mind. His story was like a web, one thread crossing over another and impossible to follow. The only thing that really stuck was the very first thing he’d said:
    This isn’t the real me.
    My hands fell away from his chest, and I backed away.
    “Carmen?” Logan stepped forward, concerned. “What’s wrong?”
    There was a chill inside of my ribs. I felt hollow, empty. I continued backing away from him, ignoring the sting of hurt that radiated from the pit of my stomach. I swallowed it down, forced it back, and imagined that I wasn’t human, that my face was an emotionless rock.
    “I have to go pick up my son,” I said. I bent to retrieve my purse. “You should probably go.”

Chapter 7
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    I spent the better part of twenty-four hours trying to decide whether or not Logan was telling the truth. By the time I got to work the next day, I still didn’t know. Luckily, it was a Friday, which usually promised decent dinner crowds. Hopefully, I’d be too busy with all my tables to even think about him.
    At least, that had been my train of thought until I walked in to find the devil himself sitting at the lunch counter.
    “Finally!” Logan exclaimed, jumping off of the vinyl stool.
    A sour-faced Terrence stepped out from behind the counter. “I’m covering your shift tonight, so don’t you worry about a thing,” he said stiffly, sounding rehearsed.
    I glared at Logan. “I’ve got bills, so I better stay.”
    Logan rapped his knuckles on the counter. “Gee, she has bills to pay. What do you have to say about that?”
    I could only see the back of Logan’s head, but whatever he was doing made Terrence go pale.
    “Let’s call it a paid vacation. I’ll still pay you for the hours you aren’t working tonight.”
    Logan turned around to look at me. With a start, I realized he was waiting for my approval.
    A smile crept over my lips. “At barely four bucks an hour, Terrence? That hardly seems worth it.”
    “Take my tips, then!” Terrence squeaked. “I’ll give my share of tonight’s tips. All of ‘em.”
    Once again, Logan glanced sidelong at me for my approval. I nodded.
    “What a great boss!” Logan exclaimed, clapping Terrence on the arm. “Now, I better see some top-notch, Carmen-level customer service tonight, and if she suspects you stiffed her as much as one dollar—”
    “On my honor as a business owner, you can trust me,” Terrence said, shakily lifting two fingers in some sort of bizarre salute.
    I almost laughed. Honor and Terrence didn’t go together, but there was one thing he was afraid of, and that was the Skull Kings. As annoyed as I was at Logan, at least he’d gotten me out of work for the night.
    “You’re a good man, Terrence,” Logan said, waving as he walked toward the door. He hooked me with his arm and steered me to the exit. “Come with me,” he whispered.
    I was surprised when