Page 52 of Roar & Lizzy: A Forever Kind of Love

Chapter 18

Brage pulled up besideRoar in front of the Brikken Motorcycle Club compound. Rune and Joel stopped behind them. The ride to Tacoma, Washington, only required four Slag members to ride in and distract the Brikken members.

The other members were doing their job outside of Longview on I-5 where the majority of the Brikken members would be heading south with a shipment of chopped motorcycle parts.

A prospect opened the gate enough to walk outside and approached Roar. "State your business."

"I'm the president of Slag Motorcycle Club, Portland Charter, making contact with Jett." He looked down the long span of metal fencing. "Is your president available?"

The prospect backed away and took out a cell phone, holding it to his ear. Roar took the time to view the security. The rural area let Brikken block off any access to the clubhouse. There was no possible way for him to get inside, except to be invited.

Slag had long ago gone by the belief that you don't attack the person you're out to hurt, you hurt their family instead. The pain went deeper and lasted longer. The message better received.

Today, he only needed to step inside the gate. Later, his visit would all add to the bigger insult his members were causing to the Brikken MC.

"You can go inside." The prospect pushed open the metal gate.

Roar, without looking at the other Slag members, rode forward. The clubhouse stood at least three hundred yards from the road. He pulled up to the two-story building and got off his motorcycle.

A tall man with graying hair walked out and strode toward him. It wasn't the president of Brikken but going by the build and looks, he suspected it was one of Jett's relatives. Perfect.

The man held out his hand. "Thorn Stanton."

He shook. "Roar Akram, president of Slag Motorcycle Club, Portland, Oregon, riding under our mother chapter in Norway."

"The Seattle Chapter expanded into two?" Thorn crossed his arms and widened his stance.

"It was time. We'd grown larger. My father is still holding the position." Roar looked around, hoping Thorn would divulge some family connections. "I was hoping to make contact while I was in the area."

Thorn remained quiet, neither denying his relationship to the president or claiming him. Smart man, not letting his weakness show.

"I've had a little run-in with Lagsturns." Roar chuckled. "From what they claimed, they've gone into business with Brikken."

Not even a change in the man's breathing gave away his reaction. Roar's fabrication had nothing to do with the visit. He had no reason to upset the man or start rumors. His plan to get inside the fence had already worked. Now he only needed to get his men back out of the gate when the niceties were over and let the troubles fall where they may.

"I'll be making a courtesy round in the upcoming weeks throughout the Pacific Northwest, opening up communication with the major MCs." Roar met Thorn's gaze. "Pass on the message to your president."

Thorn nodded and motioned for the gate to open. "Thanks for stopping by."

Roar walked over to his motorcycle, sweeping his gaze along the front of the clubhouse. There was nobody in view, but eyes were on him. He could feel the pressure to make every move slowly.

He rode away from Thorn, giving the man his back in trust, and went through the opening of the gate. Five miles away at the edge of the city of Tacoma, he looked over at Brage and signaled for him to pull over and make the call.

While Brage contacted the Slag members out on the run, Roar turned to Rune. "What's the latest count on Brikken members?"

"They're topping three hundred members." Rune spit on the ground and laughed. "Two hundred of them are making the carry. The Slag members are going to have fun going in at a disadvantage in numbers."

"They'll pull it off." Roar stretched his leg. Today's visit would be the icing on the cake to a rude awakening for Brikken. A reminder that Slag could get in anywhere.

While Slag had nothing against Brikken, their reputation forced them to make sure all MCs in the Pacific Northwest and Inner PNW knew who they were fucking with. That there were ways to hurt the others.

"They're already riding back." Brage pocketed his phone. "Glenn conveyed they'd forced the Brikken caravan to stop, took them unaware, and then let them go."

"And?" he said.

They've taken two Brikken motorcycles." Brage grinned. "Brikken is down twelve men. The two bikeless ones, and the ten that stayed behind to escort them home."

It wouldn't hurt the other club to have fewer riders to escort their chopped bikes to their drop-off. It was a reminder that Slag was around. Pure entertainment for the Slag members.

To add insult to injury, having stepped onto Brikken property, he let them know if they fuck with Slag, he'll go after their family—and nothing will stop him.

"Fun is over. Let's ride." He started the engine and rode ahead of his members.

With business behind him, he wanted to get back and spend time with Lizzy.

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