Page 18 of Roar & Lizzy: A Forever Kind of Love

Chapter 6

Like the last few nights, Roar stepped out the front door of The Fire Ring behind Lizzy and Coco, walking with them as they crossed the street, and seeing them to the door of the house they shared. The last thing he needed was someone hurting them in the middle of the night as they walked home after working for him.

Coco went inside the house and turned on a light. He waited for Lizzy to follow her roommate like she had the other nights he'd walked her home.

Instead, she stopped in the doorway and looked at him. "Thank you."

He tilted his head, studying her in the soft glow of the light. She'd taken her hair down the second she walked out of the bar. He hooked a tendril that curled toward the front of her neck and rubbed the strands between his fingers.

"I-I should go in," she whispered, though in the quiet night her words wrapped around him and swore he could hear the invitation to join her in the tone of her voice.

He inhaled deeply and lowered his hand. There was something special about her but his time with her was spent in a working environment. He needed to know her away from the bar, away from her serving drinks, away from other people, to find out what it was about her that grabbed him by the balls and wouldn't let go.

She stepped into the house and smiled at him, shutting the door softly. The slide of the lock was his signal to leave. He would have the Slag prospects watch her house and make sure nobody bothered them while they slept.

He crossed the street, locked up the bar, and left through the backdoor. At least fifty of his MC brothers hung around in the alley. Elling bullshitted with Aron and Glenn, the men's laughter an indication of how deep they were into their drinks.

On the other side of the door, Joel lifted his hand. Roar walked over to him and Brage.

"Everything okay?" he asked.

"Ja." Brage took the cigarette out of his mouth. "For now. Rune spotted law enforcement circling the block earlier, but they seem to have backed off."

"Good," he said.

The more eyes on the Portland Chapter, the easier it would be for the Seattle Chapter to get the long-armed rifles and money to the mother chapter in Norway. His father already had a contract with a cargo ship that delivered twice a year from the pier in Seattle. Nothing could interrupt their schedule.

It was vital for him and the others to keep the attention of the Feds and other Motorcycle Clubs off his father's men and the job they needed to do.

Slag Motorcycle Club had not been in the area long enough to gain law enforcement's attention yet. With the bar, the police would be more concerned about who came and went. But it wouldn't be long, and they'd profile each and every one of them.

They planned to be the biggest threat to every motorcycle club from Montana to California.

Slag Motorcycle Club of Portland was the debris nobody wanted in their community.

"Room's waiting for you, Prez." Brage pulled on his cigarette. "It's a night to celebrate."

"Good to hear." He headed inside.

The door to his room had been installed while he checked in with Peer at the bar tonight. They'd all worked around the clock to make the club livable. Putting in the second floor in what was an otherwise big, empty space, allowed them to construct a dozen private rooms and a dorm where the majority of the members slept on the floor, on cots, and on whatever else they through down until they could find housing in the area.

He walked through the crowd. The party only beginning, it would go into the morning hours.

Norah shrieked his name, running toward him on high heels. He caught and lifted her, barely opening his mouth when she planted a kiss on him. Striding through the men, he headed straight to his room.

Norah made herself available to him, and he'd take the comfort she provided. She was damn good, enjoying and knowing what she wanted.

He climbed the steps and set her on her feet on the second floor. Keeping his arm around her, he looked around at the finished area. Proud of his MC brothers, they'd accomplished the first step of what they'd set out to do.

"You good?" Norah's hand cupped his crotch at the door to his room.

He turned the handle. "That's your job."

Backing her into the room, he kicked the door closed. Norah moved away from him in the dark and turned the light on.

He reached over and flipped the switch. "No light."

The rustle of Norah's clothes coming off had him stepping across the room. Knowing there was a chair under the window, he felt for the wall and found the piece of furniture. For reasons he refused to acknowledge, he didn't want Norah or any of the other women in his bed.

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