Page 93 of Roar & Lizzy: A Forever Kind of Love

Chapter 34

Coco walked down thestairs into the living room. On the couch, Lizzy held her finger to her lips.

"What's wrong?" mouthed Coco.

"Roar," she whispered, pointing to the door. "He's sitting on the step."

Coco raised her hands, palm up.

Lizzy stood and pulled Coco into the kitchen where they could talk louder without fear of being overheard. "I heard a motorcycle a couple of hours ago and looked outside. Brage was walking up to the house. I waited for a knock, but he got back on his Harley and rode away. I came downstairs and looked out the window in case he left something by the door and spotted Roar sitting there."

"Do you think he's been there all night?" Coco removed the coffee pot and poured her a cup.

"I don't know." She caught her lip between her teeth. "I think so. I came downstairs around seven o'clock."

Coco hummed in contemplation and brought the mug to her mouth. Lizzy exhaled, last night fresh on her mind. She'd barely slept, and when she had, she dreamed of people pulling her away from Roar while she screamed for him. The loss of him penetrated her deeply, she woke up panicking.

The thought of him staying outside the house while she slept changed her mind about not talking with him. Last night, she couldn't even wrap her head around what had happened with the police at the clubhouse and the rumor that he'd scarred a man.

Nothing in her life had prepared her to hear Roar had committed that level of violence. While she understood Roar came from a different lifestyle and Norwegians were proud people who protected everything they'd created within the motorcycle club, including their families, he had to understand that she'd been raised with a single mother who taught her how to be a pacifist.

She removed a mug from the cabinet and poured a cup of coffee, adding several spoonfuls of sugar.

Coco eyed her carefully, knowing she didn't use that much sugar. "I'll go upstairs and give you privacy."

"No, stay." She shook her head. "I'll talk to him outside."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah." She stepped away from the counter and looked back at Coco. "Honestly, I don't trust myself. I lose my head around him and need to be outside, so I don't let him distract me from the conversation we need to have."

Coco's swift inhale only validated Lizzy's decision. She walked toward the door, to Roar. She knew her strength to think for herself was stronger if she could keep him from touching her. Because the love she had for him always won over her common sense when he was near.

Opening the door, she stepped outside. Roar continued sitting on the step, looking out at the street. She sat down beside him and held the cup out to him.

He took the drink. "Did you sleep well?"

"No." She straightened her legs and slid her hands between her thighs.

It would be a warm day but the morning chill remained in the air. Her queasy stomach turned. Roar must've been cold all night with only his vest and T-shirt on.

"We need to talk." She paused. "I don't know where to start."

"Start with what is bothering you the most." He leaned forward and braced his elbows against his knees.

She stared at his boot. Worn, scuffed, and made with a strong leather. Much like the man beside her who proved that she was important to him despite all the threats of violence, police, and other motorcycle clubs threatening to wear him down.

"You used your knife on a man and scarred him for life," she said softly.

"Ja." His hands cupped his coffee, dwarfing the mug. "He has come here several times to hurt us. He had a gun and was going after Aron. I stopped him."

She took that information and instantly thought of ten different ways he could've taken care of the problem without hurting another person. Calling 911 being her top choice.

Knowing that neither his motorcycle club or his father's club ever relied on other people but on their members, she knew that wasn't a choice for Roar.

"What's the purpose of Slag Motorcycle Club?" she asked.

He glanced at her. She could feel his surprise before he quickly hid it.

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