Page 30 of Brage & Dinah

Chapter 12

Roar stepped out ofthe bar onto the sidewalk in front of the building. Brage pushed off the corner wall at the intersection, stubbing out his cigarette on the thigh of his jeans, and met his president in front of The Fire Ring.

"No problems with Dinah?" asked Roar.

He shook his head. "She's came out three times since her shift started but walked back inside once she noticed me here."

"Peer is making sure she keeps from talking to customers away from him and asking them for help. That's our biggest problem at the moment with letting her continue working here. We don't need word getting out that something illegal is happening within the club and have the cops swing by to look around." Roar pulled his hair back and quickly braided the mohawk on top of his head. "My other concern is having her around the women and one of them getting hurt."

They'd debated on whether to let her out of Brage's room. He'd suggested letting her have enough freedom to hang herself.

Dinah wasn't going to admit that she belonged to Moroad. She needed some incentive.

"I don't like the idea she's here," said Roar.

Brage crossed his arms and latched his hands under his armpits. It was on the tip of his tongue to tell Roar that he had nothing to worry about. Deep down, he believed Dinah wasn't out to harm the women. But, until he was positive about what she was doing here, he'd lean toward being overly cautious.

"Has Elling found anything on the background check?" he asked.

"Not since the last time I talked to him. I told him either you or me would be around after the bar closes to check in with him. Hopefully, he'll have answers then."

It was important to know Dinah's connection to the Moroad member. He needed to get a crew out to go after the man connected to her and end any threats coming at them. There was no questioning if Dinah came to Slag to gain information. The only thing left to do was stop Moroad from hurting the club.

If he had to make an example out of the Moroad member, he would.

Luckily, that month's extortion money was already safely split three ways between the Portland and Seattle Chapters, and the rest sent with a shipment of weapons on the way to the Mother club in Norway.

"We expected trouble to land at our feet," said Roar.

He rolled his lips over his teeth. "I never planned to stick my cock into the trouble."

"Fair enough." Roar slapped his hand down on his shoulder.

Peer stepped out onto the sidewalk and whistled. Brage whistled back, and he and Roar walked over to their MC brother.

"Brought you a burger. Peach is worried you'll lose weight standing around out here." Peer lit a cigarette.

"Dinah?" he asked.

"She's covering the bar. Marcus is sitting at the counter, listening in on her conversations, making sure she doesn't open her mouth."

Brage opened the bag and pulled out the hamburger. He ate away the frustration over having other men looking after Dinah. Things would've been different had she been authentic with him from the start.

Unfortunately, there was no place in his life, even in his bed, when she put getting dirty with a Slag enemy before him.

Family came first, and Slag MC was it for him. It was imperative they kept business going and money flowing toward Norway in the form of cash and weapons.

The door opened in front of the bar and a head of dark hair popped into his view. He lifted the burger to his mouth and took in the way Dinah turned her head, making contact with him, and disappeared back inside. She wasn't giving up. The moment he closed his eyes, she'd try and make a run for it.

"I'm going inside and keep Marcus company." Roar walked forward.

"Guess I better go in there and give Dinah her break." Peer dragged on his cigarette and flicked it to the curb. "Unless you want me to keep her working. I wouldn't mind—"

"Treat her like an employee." He wadded up the sack and handed it to Peer. "If I hear of anyone abusing her, they'll answer to me."

"Ja." Peer's gaze softened. "I'll pass on the info."

His MC brother left. The ache in Brage's shoulders remained. He understood why Slag members would like to punish Dinah, but he wasn't going to let them hurt her. If he had to spend the next year tagging her ass to protect her while they settled the trouble with Moroad and moved on to harass the next motorcycle club in the territory, he would.

A high whine of a motorcycle invaded the night sounds. He turned and gazed down the road. It was a foreign bike. The rider came into view and rolled past the bar, lifting two fingers.

Within seconds, another rider went by without even looking in Brage's direction.

Only joy riders out enjoying the streets, he grabbed the back of his neck and stretched his muscles. An hour on the asphalt would do wonders at working out the knots in his shoulders. Or, sex.

Sex had a way of fixing all his aches.

He pulled out a cigarette and took up position at the corner so as not to discourage customers from going in the bar when they viewed a biker loitering outside.

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