Page 89 of Roar & Lizzy: A Forever Kind of Love

"Lizzy?"

She turned, and Coco plowed into her, grabbing her arm. "What's going on?"

"I don't know. I have to find Roar," said Lizzy.

"There he is." Coco pointed to the middle of the room.

Lizzy pushed past the people blocking her from Roar and reached out for him. He grabbed her hand and pulled her back to the side of the room with Coco.

He leaned closer to Lizzy. "There's a load of cops at the gate. I'm going outside to talk with them, but if they have a search warrant, they'll be coming inside the clubhouse. I want you both to sit down and wait it out if that happens."

"A search warrant? What for?" She pressed her hand to her chest. "Why would they be here?"

"Nothing happened. They've got nothing on us." He kissed her forehead. "I need to get out there and meet them."

He left her. She turned to Coco and shared a worried look.

"It'll be okay." Coco put her arm around her and led her to a table.

She sat and leaned forward, covering her cheeks with her hands. "This is crazy. The cops must suspect them of doing something."

"Maybe it has to do with the bar," said Coco.

"Nothing happened there tonight." Remembering the way the Slag members acted when they were in Seattle, and there were a few nights Roar attended club business and couldn't be with her, she whispered, "Something is going on with the club."

"You don't know that."

It was a feeling she had. No one needed to tell her law enforcement only came if they suspected a crime or wanted to arrest someone. Their visit wasn't about coming over and wanting a beer, or a coffee.

Elling whistled, drawing everyone's attention. The noise in the room lowered.

"Everyone sit tight. This will be over soon." Elling walked out the door.

Coco leaned toward Lizzy. "You're right. Something is going on. Elling is acting serious, and a few minutes ago, he was two steps away from having a good time...with me."

Bouncing her legs under the table, she no longer was tired but wide awake. She wanted to have confidence that Roar had done nothing wrong, but she'd seen in the past that motorcycle club members were often involved in altercations with other MCs in the area.

She'd witnessed many things that concerned her and Roar refused to talk about. Had she been delusional in love?

Her stomach turned. She rubbed the base of her neck. The minutes ticked by slowly like an itch she couldn't scratch.

No, she'd seen how much everyone in Slag meant to Roar. He came from a loving family. A close family. His mother was probably the sweetest woman she'd ever met.

The calmness Maren had shown her during a night that had ended frighteningly scary helped her understand what Roar needed in his life. The woman was a saint, and she'd seen how Roar's father adored and protected his mother.

She had no idea how Maren stood strong and supported her husband throughout the years if raids, fights, and threats happened all the time. To know that Maren came from Norway with her husband to start a new life, build a club, and make a home for her children, well...it seemed like such a daunting task to Lizzy.

"They're probably looking for Prez," said a Slag member at the next table.

"Shit, man." Marcus leaned back, tilting on two legs in the chair. "You should've seen the fucker Roar sliced. Put a real pretty S on his face with that damn knife of his."

Lizzy looked at Coco to see if she heard Marcus. The open mouth and rounded eyes told her all she needed to know. Pushing her chair back, she stood and stepped over to the other table.

Her body vibrated. "Roar did what?"

Marcus failed to hide the flinch of being overheard. "Nothing."

She leaned closer. "No, you said—"

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