Page 30 of Roar & Lizzy: A Forever Kind of Love

Chapter 11

The men playing poolteased and flirted with Lizzy, trying to get her to take a break and join them in a game. Roar stepped forward at the same time she moved away from them, but he caught their eyes following her. Spotted the nudges between friends, bragging up what they'd do to her. Caught their interest in her.

Letting Lizzy pass him, he approached the two closest men. "You're out. Get your friends and leave."

"Who the hell—?"

In the blink of an eye, he headbutted the man and watched him fall like a fucking tree. Roar looked at the others. "Gather your friend off the floor and get out of my bar."

The other guys weren't stupid and jumped to get out of there. He turned his back on them, knowing Rune and Joel were in the room and would be watching for retaliation. He was their president. They would protect him with their lives.

But he would be talking to the two Slag members who worked security at the bar about letting that kind of behavior happen toward his employees. That was unacceptable.

He found Lizzy at the window to the kitchen, her back to him. She seemed oblivious to what happened after she walked away. More and more, he found himself staying during the hours The Fire Ring was open, skipping the activities going on in the clubhouse.

Lizzy looked over her shoulder, picking up the two trays of food, and then turned, carrying them out to the floor. He slipped behind the counter and approached Peer.

"Hey, Prez." Peer poured a shot of whiskey and slid it over in front of him. "Drink up. You need it."

"Ja." He slammed it back.

Peer tossed him a towel and pointed at his forehead. He touched the area above his brows, and his fingers came away stained in blood.

He wiped his head and walked out of the bar to the breakroom. Peach followed him in from the kitchen.

"Do you need a First Aid kit?" Peach moved the towel away and studied him. "You'll live. Hold it on there for a few more minutes. I need to go back and close up the kitchen for the night."

"What time is it?" he asked, dabbing his head.

"Fifteen minutes until closing." Peach left the room.

He inhaled deeply and closed his eyes while holding pressing on his forehead. After a day of riding, he was beat. Keeping up with the club, the bar, and making Slag's presence known in the area, he ran out of hours in the day.

Tilting his head back, he let the towel sit on his head and crossed his arms. If he had a few hours to sleep, he'd get his second wind.

The noise in the bar grew quieter. He opened his eyes and yawned. Checking the wound, he found it had stopped bleeding. He dumped the towel in the garbage can.

It normally took Lizzy and Coco five minutes to straighten the tables and gather their things after the bar closed, and he walked out to the main room to wait for them.

Coco stared into the fire and called Lizzy over. He stopped by the counter. The two women whispered together.

Heather and Monica walked to the hallway while Kelli kneeled on a bar stool and hung over the counter in front of Peer, waiting for him to unload the cash register.

Coco looked back and caught him watching, and then tapped Lizzy's arm, motioning her. The two of them walked to the breakroom and returned, ready to go home.

Outside, the night air revived him. He slowed his steps, letting the two women set the pace.

A train whistled. It was a quarter after two in the morning. He could set a watch by the train schedules.

Across the street, he walked them up to the door of their house. Coco unlocked the door.

He waited.

Lizzy turned and smiled.

There it was.

Every night, the same thing. She always left him feeling good. Her smile the only bright spot of his day.

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