Page 107 of Roar & Lizzy: A Forever Kind of Love

"Both of you." Peer looked behind him through the open door. "I'm taking you to the clubhouse."

She looked at Coco, verifying that her anxiety wasn't over the top. Something was wrong.

"Okay. My shoes are upstairs," she said, calmer than she was feeling.

Both of them went into their rooms and put their shoes on, meeting back downstairs. Lizzy went into the kitchen and turned off the oven.

Before they left, she asked, "Why do we have to go to the clubhouse?"

"Roar wants you both there." Peer stepped outside and stopped, looking up and down the street. "We need to hurry. Stay with me. We're going around the block."

As soon as Peer's back was turned, she frowned at Coco. The urge to go to Roar grew. Not once during their time together had any of the MC members come to the house and fetched her.

Walking fast beside Peer wasn't working. She jogged, reaching out for Coco, making sure she hurried. It was Sunday. The only thing her and Roar had planned was dinner at home after his club meeting.

Her mouth dried. She breathed heavier than normal in her rush.

The gate blocking the alley came into view. She let go of Coco's hand and bent her arms, pressing her elbows against her sides to keep her breasts from pounding her to death as she ran faster.

One of the Slag prospects opened the gate enough for her to get inside. In the alley, she stopped, panting for breath.

"Where is he?" she asked, sucking in air.

"In the clubhouse." Peer led the way.

"I'm so out of shape." Coco pressed a hand to her stomach. "There better be a good reason why we were forced to run over here."

Lizzy concentrated on catching her breath and followed Peer inside the building. The silence of the crowd of members standing around warned her that something was wrong more than Peer ordering her to come with him.

She walked forward, noticing the attention was on the center table. Several members completed a circle, blocking her view.

Not waiting for Peer, she hurried over and grabbed the arm of the first person she reached, pushing her way through the human gate.

In the middle of the group, Roar sat on a chair and raised his gaze, seeing her. She looked down and found the pantleg of his jeans split up the leg. The material soaked with blood. She stumbled forward.

He attempted to get up, but Brage and Viktor grabbed his shoulders, shoving him back down on his ass.

Studying the bloody mess of his upper thigh, she snapped her gaze to his face. "What happened? You need to go to the emergency room."

"I'm fine." He reached out and tagged her hand, drawing her closer. "Finn's going to clean and stitch it up."

"This needs more than a Bandaid." She looked around at the others, needing their support.

"Finn's a medic. He'll patch him up," said Brage.

"How did you do this?" She kissed his cheek, smoothing his beard with her hands. "It looks awful."

"A damn convict shot him," muttered Elling, pushing out of the circle.

She stared at the empty spot Elling left. Her mind latched on to the important part. She and Coco heard a bang. They thought a car had backfired.

It was a gunshot?

Roar?

"Lizzy." Roar slipped his hand behind her thighs, keeping her close. "Give Finn a few minutes to get here and then I'll be able to go out and stop anything else from happening. I want you and Coco to stay at the clubhouse until I come back."

"Don't be ridiculous. You're not going anywhere." She dropped to her knees and whispered, "This isn't right. Whoever shot you needs to be arrested and pay for the crime."

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