Page 67 of Roar & Lizzy: A Forever Kind of Love

Coco shook her head and walked out of the room. Left feeling more confused about the situation, she had to agree with her friend. None of what happened made sense. Common or uncommon.

She understood Slag Motorcycle Club had the right to refuse service to any customer but to empty the bar of service people and pull a gun, that couldn't be explained away as restaurant etiquette.

Something bad was happening within the motorcycle club, and because the bar was connected, it put everyone in harm's way.

That was something that happened on the news. Like gang wars or shootings.

She looked up at Roar. To know he was involved in something dangerous meant that something criminal had happened or would be happening.

"I'll go back to work," she whispered.

He never stopped her. Heather and Monica never mentioned another word about what had happened throughout the rest of their shift. Coco, like her, went through the motions of keeping the customers happy. But her mind wouldn't shut off.

By the time Roar walked her and Coco home, she'd completely shut down. There was no sense in asking questions to learn more because she was afraid of the answers. While she never thought of herself as having lived a secluded life, she was aware of what could go wrong in the world, she couldn't imagine a day where she needed to carry a gun or worry about someone harming her where she worked.

Left alone at the door with Roar, she rose to her tiptoes and kissed him. "Thanks for walking us home."

It was what she said every night, but usually, she followed it with regret that they couldn't be together until the weekend or she missed him, or she wanted him. Tonight, those declarations never came out of her mouth.

"Are you going to be okay to go sleep?" he asked, stroking her face.

She pressed her cheek against the palm of his hand. "Yeah, I'm tired. I just want to forget that tonight even happened."

"I'll check on you tomorrow afternoon after you wake up." He kissed her softly. "Go to bed."

She closed the door and dragged herself upstairs. Coco had already shut herself in her room. It was probably for the best. She wouldn't know what to say about what happened tonight.

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