Page 94 of Brage & Dinah

Chapter 38

Roar rode through thegate into the alley. Brage parked in his usual spot. Tired and satisfied, they'd made the drop off to the Seattle Chapter, including the dismantled weapons they'd gained from Moroad Motorcycle Club.

Near the door of the clubhouse, the women belonging to Slag members gathered in a group, waiting for the moment they could welcome the men home. He spotted Dinah at the edge of the ladies and got off his motorcycle. The twenty-four hours away from her seemed like a lifetime.

"Round up," shouted Roar, gathering all the members in front of him.

Standing beside his president, he looked out at the men proudly. In two days, the load to their Mother Chapter would be put on the cargo ship destined for Norway. Their success at getting all the attention focused on the Portland Chapter made it possible to keep the eyes off Slag in Seattle, making for a successful run.

But, things were heating up.

They'd need to keep the fire burning as the other motorcycle clubs in the Pacific Northwest retaliated.

"Good job." Roar strode into the middle of the members congregated in the alley. "Tomorrow, we start again."

Having already been briefed, Brage knew the plans. Bantorus Motorcycle Club had a belly full of money. They only needed to find a way to reach their cash flow.

They'd failed the last time. Next time, they'd succeed, even if Slag had to reduce the number of Bantorus members.

Tomorrow, at the meeting, Roar would also inform the Slag members that there had been three sightings of a Federal agent staking out The Fire Ring. From here on out, they'd need to be careful, stay more aware.

With the other MCs out for blood, the Feds ready to make an example of them with hard time, Brage would need to keep a tighter hold on the members to make sure none of them cracked.

"Officers meet at eleven o'clock in the morning." Roar walked toward Brage. "For tonight, we celebrate."

"Slag," yelled Brage.

The men chanted, "Slag. Slag. Slag."

He walked to the other side of the alley, out of the path of the men, and joined Roar by the back door of the bar.

"Take the night off. I'll keep an eye on the Fed." Roar clamped his hand on Brage's shoulder. "I've spoken with Elling, Viktor, Marcus, and Peer. They're going to come in a half hour before the meeting, and we can discuss the rotation. I only want officers handling the contact between the agent and Slag."

"I'll be there early," he said.

Roar checked his phone. "I'm going to check on Lizzy and let Coco know she can leave."

"Mhm." He watched Roar walk toward the gate.

Last week, Peer told him Coco planned to move in with him on a roommate basis in his new rental house. He needed help with Tyr and Coco had offered to stay in the spare bedroom. It shifted the dynamics. Both Lizzy and Coco would need to be protected away from the clubhouse.

In his pocket, his fingers curled around a pack of gum. He looked across the alley, finding Dinah. She would probably never realize how proud he was of her.

He couldn't imagine what she'd gone through discovering her past, getting to know her mother and finding out the dreams someone else had had for her. It was heartbreaking and mournful. Rightly so, Dinah's anger toward the Reed brothers grew the more she talked to her mom.

True to Aldridge's word, Brage had received a call last week informing him that Tony was no longer in the picture. He had yet to tell Dinah and wasn't sure he would unless she asked. He wanted her to move forward and knowing how responsible she felt toward everyone else, she'd have conflicting feelings if she knew.

Dinah waited until he was within feet of her and launched herself into his arms. He captured her offered lips. The road weariness wore off him. Arousal energized him.

She twined her arms around his neck. He palmed her ass, pulling her against him. It'd been a long trip.

Her softness rubbed him in all the right places. He dipped his tongue in her and moaned, pulling away when all he wanted was more. "I want you upstairs."

She grabbed his hand and pulled him to the door of the clubhouse. He had no worries about getting through the crowd inside. Dinah cut a path, beelining it to the stairs. She let no one get in her way.

Since discovering who she was meant to be, she rediscovered the person she was all along. And, he loved the confident woman who decided sex felt good any time of the day or night.

Inside the bedroom, she slid her hands underneath his vest and swept the leather off his shoulders. He reached behind his neck and pulled his T-shirt over his head, flinging it toward the dresser. The best part of his day came when he could feel her skin against his.

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