Page 96 of Roar & Lizzy: A Forever Kind of Love

Chapter 35

In the meeting roomof the Slag Motorcycle Club clubhouse, Roar reached out and disconnected the call with his father. He'd ordered the officers in to listen to the conversation on speaker, to share in the good news.

Brage, Joel, Rune, and Viktor leaned back in their chairs. Roar looked at each of them. The upcoming raid would require them all to stand as one.

"For the next three months, we'll need to hit Moroad MC hard and divide their attention," said Roar.

"Going to North Idaho to intercept the guns will be near impossible." Brage hooked his hands under his armpits. "The distance alone will make it difficult. Splitting up our crews will weaken us. We need the majority of our numbers in Portland and sending a small group to Idaho is asking for trouble. We can't underestimate Moroad."

"That's why we're not going after the weapons. Money is what my father needs to purchase the number of guns Karl needs in Norway." He thumped his thumb against the surface of the table. "We all know how Moroad Motorcycle Club gets their money."

Brage leaned forward. "Are you thinking of double-crossing them?"

"The prisons will riot." Rune latched his hands behind his head.

"Ja." Viktor's deep laughter filled the room. "It'll make communication harder, buy us time. When they finally hear who is behind the coup, the money will be out of our hands and halfway across the ocean."

He stood from the table. "Tomorrow, we'll discuss our immediate plans at the meeting. I'll want Elling to attend. For now—you all deserve a break."

He left the room, leaving the door open, and strolled through the clubhouse.

Rebekka, working near the stove, called his name and held up a plate. He veered over to the kitchen area and grabbed the warm treat fresh off the skillet.

"I don't think the butter is even melted yet and I put extra sugar on it." Rebekka pressed the roller over the dough on the counter. "Only fifty more pounds of potatoes to go."

"You're a good woman. Clarence is a lucky man." He grabbed another one off the plate and walked out of the clubhouse, across the alley, and entered The Fire Ring through the back door.

Women's voices came from the breakroom. He stopped in the doorway and took another bite. Lizzy, in the process of putting her hair up on the top of her head, spotted him and broke out in a smile while rushing over to see him.

He kissed her and chuckled as she licked the granules of sugar off her lips.

"You're sticky." She brushed his beard with her hand and looked at the food he held. "What is that?"

He held the end up. "Open your mouth."

Her lips parted, and she bit through the treat and chewed. "That's good. What's it called?"

"Pottacocca." He handed her the one he brought her and took another bite of the one he'd started.

"Potta...what?"

Heather laughed behind her. "It's Lefsa. Only those Northern Norwegians call them by the other name, but everyone knows they're a little crazy compared to us, who happen to be born with all the marbles in our heads."

He grunted at Heather as she walked past him and received a slap on his arm in return. Shoving the rest in his mouth, he brushed his hands off on his jeans. "She only wishes she was from the north."

"I heard that, Roar," said Heather.

Lizzy washed at the sink and came back to him. He looped his arm around her shoulders.

In the hallway, she asked, "Did you get some sleep?"

"Some." He rubbed against her. "More tonight, with you."

"Excuse me." Coco moved past both of them.

He gazed after Coco, who pushed through to the bar. "What's her problem?"

Lizzy sighed. "She's upset with me."

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