Page 83 of Roar & Lizzy: A Forever Kind of Love

Unable to help herself, she peeked out her bedroom window, hoping to see more of what was going on at the Slag clubhouse from the second story, but she could only see the top of the building.

A train whistle startled her. The forlorn sound an unwelcome visitor at night.

Closing the curtain, she went into the bathroom and showered. The warm water relaxed her enough, she only wanted to close her eyes. Her night had caught up with her.

She carried her dirty clothes back to her room, tossed them on the floor, and crawled into bed. Barely aware of the train whistle, she went to sleep in hopes the night passed quickly and all the business Roar was involved with would be over, and he'd be able to spend time with her.

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THE LAGSTURNS' MEMBERrounded the corner of the building aiming a pistol in front of him. From behind the dumpster outside the gate, Roar had a clear view within the shadows of the streetlight.

He looked in the other direction. Aron hunkered down beside his motorcycle with only the top of his head visible.

Roar soundlessly pulled his knife from the sheath. He waited for the precise moment the Lagsturns' member spotted Aron by the gate.

Almost parallel to the man, Roar lunged, tackling the club's enemy.

"Drop the gun," he said, pressing the knife against the man's neck.

The man's body stilled. The clatter of the weapon on the sidewalk brought Aron. Roar kept the blade in position and pulled the Lagsturns' member to his feet.

"I should send your body back to your club." He pushed the guy forward until he had him against the outside wall of the bar. "How many more of you are there here?"

"Fuck off." The man grunted as Roar pierced his skin with the knife.

"You better answer quickly." Warmth rolled over Roar's fingers.

Blood ran freely from the man's neck. Roar had no problem using him as a message to Lagsturns or any other club wanting to think they could come on Slag property.

"Slice him." Aron moved in closer. "I'll take his body and drop it off at their door."

The man's breathing grew louder. "Just me. They only sent me."

"Bull shit." Roar slid the blade along the man's skin.

"Okay. Okay." The biker's cheeks blew out as he tried to conquer the fear coursing through him. "There's three more."

"Where are they?" asked Roar.

"Two blocks away. Waiting."

"Where?"

"Th-the train. There's one off the tracks."

Roar raised the tip of the knife to underneath the man's eye and drew an S over his cheek. The man shook, squeezing his eyes closed. He cocked his head, looking at his penmanship.

"That'll do," muttered Roar. "Aron, go ahead and send a crew over to the location of an off-track train."

"On it, Prez," said Aron.

He grabbed the front of the man's shirt as his body slumped. "Nope, not going to pass out on me."

"Fuck you." The man's head went back and hit the wall.

"We can play this game two ways." Roar shook the man until he opened his eyes. "We've already taken your motorcycle, so you can either run back to where you left it and see if we're lying or not. Or, you can run away on foot and try to warn the other Lagsturns' members that we're coming for them. Which direction are you going? Choose wisely."

Roar stepped away and spread his arms out to his sides. The man glanced between him and Aron, judging if they were telling him the truth. Either way, he was going home with less than he came with."

The Lagsturns' member grabbed his face and ran toward the tracks. Roar wiped the blade of his knife off on the thigh of his jeans and slid it into the sheath at his side.

"Are our men going to get there before him?" he asked.

"Ja." Aron grinned. "Brage has six men already there."

"Good." He looked at his MC brother. "How would you like to add another bike to your collection?"

"Not going to turn down the offer." Aron grinned and took off walking to collect the Lagsturns' motorcycle. Roar headed toward the gate, done for the night. Once the others finished getting their enemies out of town, maybe he could get a few hours sleep in before he planned to go to Lizzy.

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