Page 117 of Roar & Lizzy: A Forever Kind of Love

Epilogue

Six months later —

The traffic light turned red. Roar looked ahead for traffic and blew through the intersection. He was late.

Four more blocks and he cut through a store parking lot, popping out on a back street. He'd left the other four Slag members back on I-5.

Their visit to the Seattle Chapter went well, and the six-hour round trip tested his leg. Last week, they'd scared Blue enough, they gang had handed over the extortion money intended for Moroad Motorcycle Club. It was time to move on to the second task.

Seeing The Fire Ring up ahead, he never let up on the throttle.

The gate opened. He rode into the alley, parking by the door of the clubhouse.

Brage jogged over. He shook hands with his vice president.

"No problems while I was gone?" he took off his helmet.

"A couple drive-by gawkers that looked a little longer than necessary but otherwise quiet around here." Brage stayed by the motorcycle. "How'd the leg hold up?"

"Good." His leg was the only thing keeping him from storming into the bar and seeing Lizzy.

"Bullshit." Brage shook his head. "You pushed it."

He wouldn't admit a thing. The club wouldn't run itself, and they had a timeline they needed to make. The cargo ship would only take their shipment to Norway on a certain day. They couldn't miss the date, or they'd have to wait another six months.

Knowing Brage wouldn't leave until he got off the Harley, he put weight down on his leg and swung off the bike. His grip on the handlebar turned his knuckles white, and sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Lying son of a bitch," muttered Brage. "Take your woman home and put your leg up."

"Brage, I'm gone fifteen hours, and I can hear the joy in your voice over the chance to get my patch." He slapped Brage on the shoulder. "Go find yourself a pair of tits and leave me alone, brother."

He walked to the back door of the bar. The aroma coming off the kitchen reminded him how hungry he was, but more than food, he needed Lizzy.

Pushing through the door, he stepped into the bar and searched the room, finding the only person who could make him feel better. Like the first time he'd seen her, she took his breath away. There wasn't a day that went by that he hadn't looked at her and wondered how he'd found the perfect woman for him.

She understood him. Supported him. Loved him.

Lizzy smiled at the customer she was serving and turned, ripping off a paper from her order pad. He witnessed the moment she spotted him. Her eyes lit up and her mouth curved.

She shoved the order into Coco's hand and came straight to him. He caught her and kissed her hard. Sliding his hands down to the gentle swell of her ass, he inhaled her sweet scent.

"God, I missed you." She ran her hands over his cheeks, down his beard, and planted her palms on his chest. "You're okay?'

"Ja." He kissed her forehead. "It was a good ride."

"Your leg?" she whispered.

"Strong enough to take you home."

She stuck out her lower lip. "I have three more hours of work."

"Good thing I'm the boss." He raised his gaze. "Peer, get one of the women to come in and help out. I'm taking Lizzy with me."

She pressed against his side. For once, she hadn't argued with him about needing to work for a paycheck.

Peer lifted his arm. "On it."

Lizzy slid her arm around his back. He took her down the hallway.

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