Morgan

I arrive at the hospital with Boomer and Crystal by my side. Understanding what Ewan means to me, they want to be as supportive as possible. I can’t believe how wonderful Boomer’s being about this. Everything we’ve done to stay away from each other and fight the truth had been for nothing.

As frequent visitors, they no longer give us temporary passes. There isn’t a soul in this place that doesn’t recognize the three of us at this point. We get to his floor, and I’m getting curious glances from everyone at the nurses’ station. Panic sets in. “No, no,” I whisper, shaking my head. Boomer pushes Ewan’s hospital room door open, and I fall out. My brother catches me before I lose my mind. “No, no. He can’t be gone.” The bed is empty. Tears pour down my face like the damn Niagara Falls. I can’t control them, and my heart’s dying inside. I race around the room searching for his belongings. His things are still here, but maybe he just passed. God, I feel like I’m going to die right here.

In the middle of my breakdown, the bathroom door opens, and with the help of a male nurse, Ewan comes out. “Fuck, princess. Come here. I’m not going to leave you.”

I rush into his waiting arms, but I’m slowed down by Boomer who whispers in my ear, “Easy, Morgan the man is barely standing.”

I smile stupidly and walk into his arms. His mouth comes down mine hard crushing my lips to his. I’ve waited forever for this. It’s everything Ewan, and it’s minty fresh. “I’ve missed you,” I tell him.

“I’m sorry, Princess. I should have been more careful with you.” He’s referring to the shooting, but he’s about to change his tune when he learns the truth.

“I’m the one who’s sorry.” His eyes immediately find Boomer. He tenses for a moment but then relaxes.

My brother smirks at him. “Sit down before you keel the fuck over and die. We can talk about your ass being a pussy later.” I help Ewan back to bed. He doesn’t lay down. Instead, he sits and takes my hand pulling me down to sit next to him.

“Mick, I’m fucking grateful for what you did to protect my sister. I understand your reasons were more than to loyalty to the club and me, but that doesn’t change that you did all you could to save her.”

“Thanks, Boomer,” he says, sticking his hand out for a shake. I can see there’s an understanding happening.

“You ever treat her bad; I’ll bury you.”

“Never. Morgan’s going to marry me as soon as we can. Life’s too fucking short to waste another day.” He leans down and kisses my temple. I’m smiling like a fool.

“Wait. You’re both getting ahead of yourselves. Mick needs to know it’s my fault he’s in here.”

He eyes bore into mine. “Did you fucking shoot me, Morgan?” he asks.

“No,” I screech. “Of course not.”

Holding my hands in his, he adds, “Then it’s not your fault. I don’t give a fuck if you think that. What happened wasn’t yours.”

“They came for me.”

“What the fuck?”

“Mick, they are the guys that attacked Morgan in college.”

“Attacked you in college?”

“Yes, that’s how Crystal and I met,” I tell him the truth, the whole truth and wait for his punishment, but it doesn’t come. Instead, he pulls me onto his lap as if he didn’t just wake up from a coma, then tips my chin to examine my neck. There’s a slight scar from that night. “I wondered if you were lying about that mark.” He sits me back down next to him and then addresses my brother, “Please tell me you got these fuckers.”

“Only the ones who attacked us. We have a beat on where they’re at and who their ringleader, but the operation is too big to attack on our own. The rumors are they are infiltrating two towns over with tons of heroin and meth. They’re trying to branch out, but we’re in the way. It’s the only reason they could be coming for us. Santos has been doing some recon to make up for the attempted abduction of my wife’s family.”

“Morgan’s being watched I presume,” Ewan snarls at my brother.

“Of course. Morgan’s my sister before she was your fiancée.”

“Yeah, sorry. It’s just been so damn hard learning that I’ve been out for a month and everything has been out of control.”

“I get it, man. But you need to get better before we start dropping fuckers. And you two need to get married soon just in case something happens to your ass again.”

“I’m going to take Crystal to breakfast then back to the house to check on shit. I’ve been dealing with a lot of business matters since you’ve been in a coma. Demi and Ash are running the shop for now but under half the hours.”

“That’s cool. I appreciate it.” They say their goodbyes, leaving us alone.

As soon as that door closes, he’s on me, his hands thrust into my hair, and his mouth is on mine. I moan as his tongue slides against my lips. I open for him, letting him in. My hands run up his arms and into his hair. I’m so overwhelmed that he’s alive that I can’t breathe. I pull back and try to catch my breath.