Page 41 of Roar & Lizzy: A Forever Kind of Love

Moroad, an MC made up of felons held most of the power inside the Idaho State Penitentiary. The quarter of them that roamed free within the state were always looking for ways to extort money to offset the illegal guns they supplied to anyone showing a wad of cash.

"We could be interested if that's your plan. At the right price. Things are running dry in California. If Slag can acquire, we can provide extra security for your club," said Dennison.

He glanced at Brage. It'd taken Dennison five minutes to get around to the point of the meeting. Meanwhile, he had no interest in partnering up with Lagsturns because what he'd needed was time to teach them a lesson and cause some tension.

"Not interested." He lifted his arm, motioned with his fingers, and the gate opened. "Ride out."

Dennison backed up, not turning around. "You'll regret it. The offer is off the table."

"There was never any fucking table." He removed his knife and held it in his hand at his side.

Dennison's gaze lowered and he took one more step back before getting on his motorcycle. As soon as the Lagstruns' members entered the street and the gate shut, Roar turned to Brage.

"Did they get it?" he asked.

Brage, phone to his ear, broke out in a grin and nodded. He looked around at his men, all of them waiting for the signal that today's plan went down without any loss. The reward would be sweet.

The gate on the other end of the alley opened. Fifty Slag members rode in. Roar walked to them, the others crowding around him.

His members dismounted and grabbed the duffles tied to the back of their motorcycles. They dumped each one in a pile in front of Roar.

Silence broke out amongst them. Roar squatted and unzipped a canvas bag. Rifle parts gleamed in the sun.

The anticipation from his men rolled over him. He dragged another heavy bag in front of him and opened the duffle. The long barrels piled on each other was better than cold hard cash to Slag.

The men, anxious to see it all, dove in, holding up gun parts and cheering. The Slag chant filled the air. Roar straightened and stood back, enjoying the celebration.

Slag MC of Norway would benefit from the stolen loot his men had taken off Lagsturns. He'd played them at their own game. There was not a chance in hell that Lagsturns would come all those miles for a meeting with Slag without making it worthwhile. Knowing they bought guns off of Moroad before they met with him, he'd gambled that they'd keep their loot at a location away from the meeting. His intuition paid off having Slag there to lift them of their goods.

"Tonight, we celebrate." He turned to Brage. "Hide this shit in the clubhouse and keep the women out of what went down. If any of the men talk..."

He left the threat unsaid. They all knew the importance placed on the stolen goods.

"Marcus, Joel, Elling, Viktor, and Peer," he yelled. "Let's round it out."

Getting on his motorcycle, he and the others split up and surrounded the block. If the Lagsturns returned for retaliation, they'd stop them before they could breach the alley.

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