Page 109 of Roar & Lizzy: A Forever Kind of Love

Chapter 40

The throbbing in Roar's leg matched the tension in the room. He shifted onto his hip, needing to get Brage on board before the asshole who shot him gets away.

"I'm telling you. Let him go. He'll go squealing back to Moroad Motorcycle Club, bragging about how he took out the president of Slag, and it'll buy us a couple days to contact the leader of Blue about keeping a fucking eye on what his members are doing. When this is all over, and we've made our point with Moroad, you can go after the fucker who shot you." Brage studied Roar. "Besides, you need a couple days off that leg."

"Who shot me?" he asked quietly.

By the time he realized the gun was pointed at him and his leg was knocked out from underneath him, he hadn't gotten a good look at the man in the car. All he knew was it was a black Cadillac, pre-eighties.

"The guy goes by Chew, on account of having no teeth. He's a new recruit with Blue and trying to make a name for himself. From what we've heard, Jeremy, the president of Moroad, put a call out on you after Blue went and told them we were doubling back on Moroad's extortion." Brage leaned back in his chair. "Your plan worked exactly like you thought it would. We've got Moroad's attention on us, which is why you should lay low. Let them think they got the upper hand."

Brage was right. Roar rubbed his hands over his face, still hyped up on adrenaline with the pain slowly winning, he wasn't thinking straight. All he wanted was revenge. It could've been Lizzy walking out of the house or Coco.

The asshole might not have missed a vital part of his body.

"Two days." He pushed himself to his feet, gritting his teeth. "Make sure our men find him and keep an eye on his every move. I don't want him getting away."

Roar limped to the door. "I'm taking Lizzy home once it gets dark. I want at least six men out there protecting the house tonight."

"On it," said Brage.

Halfway down the hallway, Roar's phone vibrated in his vest pocket. He stopped and looked at the screen, then answered the call.

"Dad?"

"Ja, son." His dad's gruff voice wrapped around him. "You're alive?"

"Last time I looked." He reached out and held on to the wall, taking the weight off his leg. "I've had better days."

"Do you need anything?" asked his dad.

Roar stared down at his leg. It'd taken five minutes and a few choice words to pull a pair of jeans over his thigh after having the other ones cut off him.

"No, we have everything covered here. Despite them finding a way in and gunning me down, we can use this to our advantage." He inhaled and held his breath a moment to gain power over the pain. "We'll keep our eyes open and watch our backs."

"I'm not talking about Slag." His dad paused. "I'm asking if you need anything."

"Lizzy is here. I'm going to take her home in a bit. She'll take care of me."

"Ja, as a good woman would. Rest. Heal...just a second, your mom's yammering in my ear."

"Roar? Honey?" said his mom.

"I'm fine." He tilted his head and looked at the ceiling. "I've been hurt worse."

"Of course, you have. You're an Akram. It doesn't mean I can't tell you that I love you." His mom's voice broke. "Listen to your father. You need to rest."

"As soon as I'm off the phone." His leg throbbed. "I need to let you go."

"Okay. Bye, honey."

He disconnected the call. While he appreciated his parents caring, he needed to make sure his club was settled, and nobody was going to go off half-cocked. Then, he was going to take a couple pills and hope the pain went away for a while.

Elling ran around the corner into the hallway and slowed at the sight of Roar. "Joel just rode in. The guy who shot you is dead."

He straightened. "Who killed him? I told every fucking Slag member to stand down."

"It wasn't Slag, Prez." Elling rocked back on the heels of his boots. "Joel got notified from one of his informants that the cops found the shooter five blocks from here. By the time the area cleared out, and the police put up their tape and left, he rode closer. There's a blue marker outside the building on the wall where he was killed.

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