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Authors: Sage L. Morgan

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Biker Justice: A Skull Kings MC Novella

BOOK: Biker Justice: A Skull Kings MC Novella
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Biker Justice:

A Skull Kings MC Novella

Sage L. Morgan

Copyright © 2014 Sage L. Morgan

All Rights Reserved. This book may not be reproduced, in whole or part, without the express written consent of the author.

All characters are 18 years of age or older, even when not specified.

Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright Page

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Author’s Note

Chapter 1

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O
n nights like this, I liked to curl up with Xander under the sheets, pretending we were a mother rabbit and bunny hiding from the rain. Lightning forked through the sky, illuminating the parking lot like daylight. Seconds later, there was the clap of thunder, so loud it shook the saltshakers on the tables.

We were definitely
not
going to have any customers tonight.

“Is he really going to make us stay?” Sarah asked. She was still new. Her Buddy’s Sports Bar tee shirt didn’t even have grease stains yet.

I shrugged and continued sweeping the floor, though it was already clean. I was that bored. “You could ask him, but we all know what he’s going to say.”

“On Wednesdays, we close at nine!”
Sarah said, mimicking Terrence’s stiff, grating voice.

I burst out laughing. The tone, the cadence, and even the way she frowned with just the shelf of her eyebrows were spot on.

Sarah released the frown, morphing into her sweet, smiling self again. “Well, if we’re going to do nothing for two and a half more hours, at least we’re getting paid. Right, Carmen?”

“Right.”

I didn’t have the heart to tell her it wasn’t that easy. At least for me, anyway. I was getting paid less than four dollars an hour to sweep and mop and dust a whole restaurant when my sitter cost thirty. But Sarah, she was still a kid. She still had her parents when it came time to pay rent, the car insurance bill, the cell phone bill.

As for me, I needed
tips,
otherwise I was actually bleeding dollars while at work.

I cast one more longing glance out the windows. It was hopeless out there. Rain came down in sheets. Our little desert town had pretty much no drainage, so it was all flooding into the roads. Nobody in their right mind would’ve wanted to drive through those treacherous conditions, even for the promise of an overpriced burger served by the world’s best waitress.

Well, except for one person, apparently.

“...the hell?” I said.

Sarah jumped off of her seat on the counter. “Finally, a customer!” She ran for the hostess stand as headlights swung through the parking lot.

I put the broom away and got my notepad ready. I could see a figure exiting the back seat of the car.
No.
A taxi.
In this weather?
I wondered. It idled at the curb while the passenger slumped through the rain and through the front door. The bell on the door jingled as it opened, and the petite, hooded figure ducked inside, dripping rain all over the floor. I spied a lock of dark hair, a flashing white smile. I felt a tingle of recognition, which was swiftly followed by shock.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I asked, at the exact same time Sarah said, “Welcome to Buddy’s!”

Lisbeth Olsen pushed the hoodie off of her head and grinned. “Hey, Carmen.”

My entire body tingled as I wondered if I was dreaming. Then, my mouth snapped shut. “Come sit down and take that jacket off. It’s filthy. Where have you been? Does Liam know you’re back in town?”

“Actually,” Lisbeth said, “I was wondering if you could lend me some cash for my cab fare.”

I sighed. “How much?”

Lisbeth pressed her hands together, looking sheepish. “A hundred and nine dollars and twenty-eight cents.”

I did some quick math in my head. “You came all the way from Phoenix? And you couldn’t call either of your sisters who happen to live there?”

“The meter’s running.”

I suppressed a growl of irritation. Sarah, who’d been watching the short exchange with polite interest, gave me a strange look as I got my purse out from under the counter and began digging bills out of my wallet. She eyed Lisbeth suspiciously when she stepped out to pay the driver.

“Who was that?”

“A girl I used to babysit.”

“She’s
her,
isn’t she?”

I put my purse back under the counter and began straightening out the placemats, feigning disinterest. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Just tell me, Car. Is she Liam Olsen’s youngest sister? The one who ran away and became a stripper and was in music videos and all that?” Sarah whispered, though Lisbeth was still outside.

I looked up at her in surprise. “Where did you hear all that?”

Sarah grinned. “Everybody at school knows about—”

The door jingled as Lisbeth stepped back inside, prompting Sarah to clam up and take a sudden interest in stacking menus. Lisbeth shook the water out of her hair and unzipped her hoodie.

“Oh, Jesus, Lisbeth,” I murmured.

Lisbeth slipped her pale, thin arms out of her sleeves. Without the bulk of the fleece hoodie, she was clearly very thin. It could’ve been anything, a virus, dehydration, a crazy low-carb diet, but somehow I knew. I just couldn’t bear to think about it.

I cleared my throat. “So, does Liam know you’re here?” I asked again.

Lisbeth sat down at the counter. She observed the empty restaurant with bored, hooded eyes. “No. Not yet. I guess I could call him in a little bit to pick me up.”

I studied her as she began playing with the ends of her hair.
God, how long has it been?
I thought to myself.

Years. It had been years. And knowing Liam and his older sisters, that was exactly why Lisbeth hadn’t told them she was coming back. That was why she came to me.

“How about I drive you over to him myself?” I said.

“Well, you don’t have to...” But Lisbeth perked up immediately.

I gave her an encouraging smile. “Okay. I still have a couple of hours left on the clock. I’ll get someone to make you a burger.”

Lisbeth raised her eyebrows. “Can I have nachos instead?”

She still had an appetite. It was a good sign. “You got it.”

Just as I went through the swinging doors into the kitchen, I slid my phone out of my apron pocket. The first thing I had to do was let the sitter know I was going to be late.
There goes another thirty bucks.

I broke up the cooks’ poker game to place Lisbeth’s order.

“Customer?” Jose asked hopefully.

“Nope. It’s for me.”

As scummy as Terrence was, at least he gave us an employee discount.

* * *

I
t had seemed like a good idea at first, but it became progressively worse the closer I drove to Amazon Gentlemen’s Club. Lisbeth was nineteen years old now, a bona fide adult, but given the circumstances, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to be the one delivering Liam’s lost wild child of a sister to a strip club.

Even if it was the place where Liam, his girlfriend, and most of the Skull Kings MC worked.

The monsoon had finally passed. Amazon’s bright façade came into view as I rolled over a hill. The usual cluster of Harleys populated the best parking spots, and I wondered if Lisbeth could still recognize her brother’s bike.

What am I going to say to him?
I was still trying to think up a good opening line as I parked in front of the club when I was struck by a sudden bolt of inspiration. “Stay in the car,” I told Lisbeth.

I wrapped my sweater tight around myself and hurried up the damp sidewalk to the entrance. Logan, all healed up from getting jumped by those rival bikers, was back on the stool. He wore the same goofy grin that seemed to be reserved just for me, even though I knew better.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite customer. Can I watch you get a lap dance?”

“Not now, Logan. I need Noah. Is he here?”

The grin disappeared from Logan’s face. “What’s going on?”

I couldn’t remember if Logan had been around long enough to know about Lisbeth. “I just need to see him. It’s urgent.”

Logan put his hands on my shoulders, making me jump. It was a complete non-gesture, an afterthought. He maneuvered me onto his stool, instructing me to stay put while he went inside. Then, too soon, his hands came off of me. It was a single moment, but it was enough to remind me of the last time he’d touched me.

Focus,
I told myself. I blew on my hands to keep them warm while I watched my car in the lot. I could make out the silhouette of Lisbeth’s head against my headrest. Deep down, I was afraid for her. The last time she’d come home after running away, Liam had put his fist through a wall.

“What’s up?”

I recognized Noah’s presence immediately. He was a tall, broad boat of a man, with ham-like forearms and a deep, commanding voice. I got the impression that his mouth, virtually undetectable under his beard, was twisted in a frown as I looked up into his face.

“The prodigal daughter has returned,” I said with a wry smile.

Noah’s eyes flashed. “Lisbeth?”

Logan appeared at his elbow like a gnat that refused to be batted away.

“Where is she?” Noah continued.

I jerked my head toward the parking lot. “In my car. She showed up at my work about two hours ago. I think she was afraid to come see her brother by herself, so I brought her.”

“Good.”

“And now, I have no idea what to do with her.”

Noah’s bristly moustache rustled. “So that makes me the buffer. I’ll take care of it, then. Logan, why don’t you take Carmen inside for a drink?”

Logan swept into a deep, exaggerated bow. “It would be my pleasure.”

“And tell Liam to come outside while you’re at it.”

Logan offered me his bent elbow. “Shall we?”

“Ugh. I guess,” I said, slipping my hand through his arm.

Logan and I walked into the club. Like Buddy’s, Amazon was pretty dead tonight from the monsoon. A few regulars were scattered in the row of chairs closest to the stage, watching a stripper perform her slinky dance in the mottled light of the disco ball. I passed briefly by Liam, who hooted a nonchalant “Hello” before Logan slipped himself off of me to whisper something in his ear. Then, Liam was gone.

“What’s exactly going on, Carmen?” Logan asked. His unblinking gaze unnerved me.

I spotted the bar across the room. Aspen was bartending tonight. She looked good. I acted like I hadn’t heard Logan’s question. “Hey cowboy, when are you going to buy me that drink?”

Logan only looked annoyed for a second. Then, he flashed that grin again and touched his chin. “With this face? I never buy the drinks.”

Aspen’s face lit up when we sidled up to the bar. “Carmen! How are things at Buddy’s?”

“Slow as hell with everything going to shit. So pretty much the same.”

Aspen looked sympathetic. “Rough night, then, huh?”

I rested my chin in my hand. “You don’t even know.”

Logan leaned into me after Aspen turned away to get us some beers. “Are you ever going to tell me what’s going on?” he muttered through the side of his mouth.

It was nobody’s business but Liam’s, and I told him so.

“Fine. I’ll just hear it from the other guys, anyway. The brothers don’t keep secrets from each other.”

I rolled my eyes. “Whatever.”

He remained silent when Aspen returned. She gave me my tall beer and plunked an extra shot glass in front of me.

“What’s that for?” I asked as she poured out a finger of tequila.

“An apology. Things have been pretty crazy since I started working here, and I feel bad about ditching you with Terrence. At the time, things were so exciting between Liam and I—”

I tried to wave away her guilt. “No worries. Ever since your man and his biker crew swept through, Terrence has been on his best behavior.”
Mostly.
“Except for tonight, when he wouldn’t let us close early with the storm.”

“Still, though.” Aspen smiled. “When does the Carmen I know refuse a free drink?”

I sneaked a glance at Logan, who stared idly into his beer. The last time I’d accepted a free drink in this facility, it had led to another, and another, and...

“Just one, but that’s it!” I said. And I meant it. I jabbed Logan with my elbow when I caught him grinning as he took a sip. “Wipe that smile off your face, little boy.”

“Or what, you’ll spank me?” He raised his eyebrows. “I hope so.”

“Don’t hold your breath.”

“I think I will. Or did you forget what happens when you get a few drinks in you?”

I felt color rising to my cheeks. Luckily, Aspen was taking a drink order from a middle-aged couple at the other end of the bar. I grabbed Logan’s sleeve and yanked him close.

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