Page 80 of Roar & Lizzy: A Forever Kind of Love

Pulled in the opposite direction, she could do nothing more than to allow Henrik to take her inside. Sequestered in the main room of the clubhouse, she searched the crowd of women for Maren, knowing Roar's sisters had already left to go home.

Spotting Roar's mom, she hurried to her side. Maren one-armed her away from the crowd. At the edge of the room, she accepted the hug, reassuring her that everything would be okay.

Afraid to voice her fears, she tried to stay strong. No one else seemed bothered in the way that she was. Weren't they afraid for their men?

"You have to trust that Roar can protect himself." Maren rubbed Lizzy's back. "If you believe in him, he will come back to you."

Her heart raced. He wasn't leaving her. They were fine. She was falling in love with him. No, she loved him.

God, she had to tell him. He couldn't be rushing off to do something dangerous or get himself into a risky situation without her telling him how she felt.

She couldn't lose him.

He was a Slag member.

She swallowed hard. He wasn't going to stop being a member of a biker club because she loved him. She needed to love him because he was a Slag.

"He'll be okay," she whispered, turning to Maren.

Roar's mom nodded and her grip on her strengthened. "Ja. He will."

"There was a gunshot." Her forehead pounded. "Who would fire a weapon with so many people outside?"

"There could be many reasons." Maren squeezed her. "The men know what to do. Knute, Roar, the others will take care that nobody gets hurt."

The knife. He always wore it at his side. But that was no match for a gun.

Someone put a cup of coffee in her hands. She nodded, not knowing what to say. The women kept busy. Maren spoke to others while staying by Lizzy's side.

Time passed slowly. Straining to hear what was happening outside, she missed out on what the others around her talked about.

The biker at the front of the room opened the door. Men spilled inside. Lizzy stood on her tiptoes, trying to find Roar.

Then, he was in front of her, striding toward her. She rushed to him, throwing herself into his arms.

He palmed her head, holding her close. "Everything is okay."

"What happened?" She pressed her hands against his chest, needing to feel his heartbeat.

"I'll talk to you in private." He held her close and worked his way through the room to the back hallway.

Opening one of the many doors, he closed them inside a room. Remembering his mother's advice, she rubbed her fingers along his high cheekbones, his brow, and down each side of his jaw, working the tension out of his face.

Talking could wait until after she took care of him.

Under her touch, she witnessed his expression change from cold to warm. It was after midnight, they planned to ride out early in the morning.

Their break from working went from wonderful to worrisome. In the back of her mind, she always knew that there was more to Slag Motorcycle Club than Roar shared. The signs were in front of her the whole time.

But it was too late for her to walk away. She loved him.

She removed his vest, folded it in half, and placed it on the dresser. Moving back to him, she worked his shirt over his head. When he put up no fuss, she continued on with his belt, being careful to leave the leather in the loops of his jeans.

Kneeling at his feet, she unlaced his boots. He pulled his jeans and boxers over his hips and sat on the bed. She pulled off his boots, noticing the pistol for the first time. Glancing up at him, he bent over and removed it for her.

Once he was completely naked, she took off her clothes and crawled into bed, pulling him down. She snuggled against him. Cheek to chest.

Hearing the loud thrum of his heart, she held him tightly.

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