Page 26 of Roar & Lizzy: A Forever Kind of Love

The other night, he'd left a twenty-dollar bill on a vacant table only to stand back and watch her smile. He was fucked and enjoying himself.

Peer stepped over and slid a records book in front of him. "The next order."

"Good. Go ahead and put it in tomorrow."

"You don't want to check it?"

He shook his head. "I trust you."

Having never owned a bar before, they were learning as they went. Peer knew as much as him. Except, he had the experience of knowing the ins and outs of how to run Slag under his belt. There were members and families and the money coming into the club that needed to be split, saved, used, and there were bills.

The Fire Ring broke even. He wasn't looking for a profit. Slag had enough money coming in from other sources to support the members. That's all that mattered.

The last group of customers got up from their table. Roar walked over to the fire. The flames ever-changing, he inhaled deeply.

From as long as he could remember, there was fire. The Seattle Chapter had a fireplace inside the clubhouse. It was up to the members to keep it burning.

Fire represented the loyalty in each Slag member. It needed to be cared and fed, much like the bond between brothers riding under one color. Each of them knew their strengths and weaknesses. Together they were strong.

He put his hand out and let the heat warm the palm of his hand. One splash of water could put out the flames like their enemies could destroy Slag, if they failed to build a fire.

A hand landed on his arm. "Better be careful. You could get burned."

He looked at Lizzy. She had her sweater on and her purse hanging at her side.

"Ready?" He looked behind her and found Coco walking toward them.

She yawned and nodded. He escorted them out the front door.

"It's supposed to rain tonight but be nice again tomorrow." Coco looked up at the night sky. "All the stars are gone, so the forecast is probably right."

"I'm going to leave my window open in case it does." Lizzy looked left and right and crossed the street. "I love the smell of the rain."

He put his hand on her lower back when she stepped up onto the sidewalk.

She smiled at him and kept walking, unfazed that he'd touched her. He escorted them to the door.

Lizzy stayed outside with him while Coco went inside. "What about you? Do you like the rain?"

"If I'm not riding."

"That makes sense." Her gaze lowered to his vest and she trailed her finger over his patch. "How do you get to be president?"

"Members voted me in."

Her lashes lifted as she gazed back up at him. "They must like you."

He'd let her come to her own conclusions.

"Good night," she said softly.

"Night." He stayed where he was, watching her.

She stepped inside and swung the door, flashing him a smile, before shutting him out. He waited until the door locked, and then walked away from the house.

Halfway across the street, a raindrop landed on his arm. He looked up at the sky. Lizzy would be getting her rain.

In front of The Fire Ring, he turned back and looked at the house. Lizzy's bedroom was on the second story. There was nothing below on the ground for someone to climb up if she happened to open her window.

Knowing she was safe, he went to the clubhouse. It was going to be a long night.

---