Page 108 of Roar & Lizzy: A Forever Kind of Love

"Ja." He cupped her face. "He will pay when I'm done."

"Move out." Finn appeared in front of Roar holding a duffle bag. "Everyone, go find something to do."

Lizzy stood and moved to Roar's side. His arm tightened around her legs. She put her hand on his shoulder. No one could make her leave him.

"Do you need anything to help you get through what I'm going to do?" Finn went down on one knee and opened the bag.

"Just get it done." Roar fell silent.

Unable to watch Finn clean the gaping wound running along Roar's outer thigh, Lizzy leaned toward Roar and cradled his head against her chest.

She knew the minute the pain settled in because his body went hard. Her stomach rolled, and she closed her eyes, even though she wasn't looking.

Stroking his hair, she kissed the top of his head. "We really need to talk about how incredibly idiotic life is in a motorcycle club," she whispered.

He grunted.

"I'm serious." She pressed her cheek against his head. "I could...punch whoever did this to you."

Roar sucked in his breath, almost jerking out of the chair because of something Finn was doing. "Is that what I've turned you into." He moaned. "A fighter?"

There was nothing passive about how she wanted to protect Roar.

"Shut up," she mumbled. "I'm mad at you, too."

Through the pain. Through the shock. Through the dangers once again hitting Slag Motorcycle Club through their president. Roar found enough strength to chuckle and slip his hand between her legs and give her inner thigh a squeeze.

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