Chapter 15

Morgan

“You can’t talk to him yet,” I argue, grabbing his arm as he makes his way through the crowd at the clubhouse. We arrived today, and we’re having a surprise reception for Boomer and Crystal. Sophia and I planned it out days before the wedding. They loved it when they came in, but now Ewan is mad at me.

He whips around, scowling at me. He pulls me away from everyone and over to the front door unseen because everyone’s huddled around the food buffet table. “What? Why not?”

I don’t know why he’s in a rush to do this. It’s not like he didn’t get what he wanted. I’m giving him the chance to keep this quiet. He’s making a big deal out of this. It’s not like Boomer is going to be checking in on me. “I don’t want you to lose everything for me.”

“Morgan, what part of you are my everything that you don’t understand. You’re mine. I tried to hold it off, but I can’t wait. We’re in this together.”

“Damn it, Ewan,” I yell at him. “I don’t want to ruin their party.”

“Fine. We can talk outside.” He leads me outside where the air is perfect. The guys are guarding the front gate, and he walks me over to his bike. “I’m going to tell him. I’m not going to bed alone anymore.”

“We can sleep over all the time.”

“No, I don’t want secrets. I love you, Morgan and as they say, never wish to be parted from you.”

“Fine, but at least wait until the party’s over.”

“I can do that.” He leans into me, wrapping an arm around my waist. We share a brief kiss when all the of the sudden the sounds of gunfire open around us. There’s a van entering the gate. We have no time to run or hide. Ewan throws me on the ground and covers me with his own body. Panic sets in and I feel like I need to learn to be stronger. “I love you, Morgan.” He pulls out his gun, stands in front of me and fires back at the guys.

“I love you,” I say just as another guy shoots at Ewan. He falls right in front of me. I rush over and grab his gun. I don’t know how to use it, but I fire it at the guy who hit my man. It hits him, but it’s not a good shot. I fire again, but the gun is empty. Another guy rushes up and hits me with the grip of the gun. “Bitch, it’s time you pay up big this time. We’re going to enjoy tearing your pussy and ass up before we dump your body off.” Realization hits me. It’s the guy from the alley. I continue to fight, but they’re too strong for me. I’m stunned, but I’m focused on my Mick, my Ewan, my love. God, I see him on the ground with blood around him. They drag me off as I fight.  Another blow to the face and I’m losing consciousness. I hear more fire coming from the clubhouse. The van starts moving and then we’re spinning. My head hits the side of the van, and I’m out cold.

I wake up screaming for Mick. “Where's Mick? Please tell me he's okay. This is all my fault,” I cry.

Boomer grimaces down at me with heartbreaking rage in his eyes. “They're taking him to the hospital and Doc is working on him on the way.”

“He covered me to protect me.”

“Good, that's what he should have done. Now let's pray that he will make it.” Boomer’s carrying me back to the clubhouse, and I feel so cold and destroyed. I’m confused, but I need my man. Cyber tends to my wounds, cleaning and bandaging them up. Boomer leaves me there with a kiss on my forehead.

Crystal pulls me into her arms as soon as Cyber takes me into the safe room. My head is spinning, and I blurt out, “I need Ewan to live.” She holds me tighter, whispering kind words to me.

“Crystal. It’s the guys from the alley,” I exclaim, pain, guilt, and fear taking over me.

“Are you sure?” she asks, panicking as well. I’m sorry that I’ve dragged her into all of this. I’ve managed to pull the entire club into it. Worst of all, I may lose the love of my life. As much as I want to lie about it, we need to be safe. It wasn’t as random of an attack as we thought it was.

“It’s them. They found me. I wish we’d told him before,” I tell her. It’s harder to say the words out loud, knowing that everyone, especially Ewan could die because of me.

“I know. I’m sorry. I should have, but…” Crystal’s in tears because Boomer’s not going to be happy with her. It’s my fault with that too. It’s was my business to tell them, and I talked her out of confessing. I understand that everything that happened today rests at my feet.

I rub her arms and gaze into her eyes. “But you know, as I do, he would have hunted them down and been killed or arrested.”

She upsettably shook her head, adding, “Yes, I can’t lose him. And now I might. He’s going to leave me for keeping this from him.” I doubt that, but he’s not going to be happy. Mostly his rage will be geared toward me after the panic and fear die down. I hear the door open and feeling it’s my brother without even peeking. I’m in so much trouble, but I can’t even care because nothing is worse than losing Ewan.

“Morgan, how are you doing?” Boomer asks me as he sits Crystal in his lap.

“I’m physically okay. I’m sorry. This is all my fault.” Jackson came into the room along with Blade at the same time. “God, this is hard to talk about.” Everyone is gathering around to find out what is going on and I feel the weight of their anger on me.

Then Crystal sighs before continuing for me which I’m grateful. “The day I met Morgan, it was chance. You wondered how we became friends. Well…” she pauses.

Then I add, “She saved my life.”

“What?” Jackson roars, “And you’re just telling us this?” He doesn’t get angry like Boomer and it makes me flinch. It’s always the quiet ones.

“Continue, please,” Boomer mutters with a firm jaw and teeth clenched.

I can tell he’s growing impatient. “I was walking back from the library, checking out all the cool things there when I was pulled into an alley. They…” I break down. It’s like reliving the moment all over again. The feel of them touching me, the knife to my throat, and the fear I’d never see Ewan again.

“They started to attack her, sexually,” Crystal continues, seeing all the men already understanding the situation.

“They didn’t get to, you know…” I attempt to explain. It seems the whole room let out a collective sigh including Crystal.

“I’m sorry, Tigress.” Boomer’s rubbing her arms. I guess he was squeezing her harder than I thought.

“If it wasn’t for Crystal coming over and kicking their asses. I don’t know what they would have done. Obviously, they wanted me dead.” My eyes are fixated on the door because the lingering fear is haunting me.

“That’s their ultimate goal, but I have a feeling these guys work for the Colombian dealer whose name is still unverified. Cyber, get to work on tracing the van,” Boomer says rapidly. His mind is working overtime.

Cyber has his phone out reading something when he adds, “Already on it, Pres. I’ve got stolen plates. I’m looking into the location of the vehicle registration. The VIN comes back to Brownsville, Texas.”

“Okay, well check all of Santos’s connections. If that fucker has ties there, he’s going to have a serious problem. Now, let’s get to the hospital.” That catches my attention. I jump up ready to go, forgetting about my injuries. I have to know how Ewan is doing.

Many of the vehicles are damaged, but we take the few SUVs that aren’t. When we arrive, they send us to the ER waiting area. I’m shaking, hoping that they’re going to give us good news. Doc and Beast are sitting down, then meet our gaze. I’m feeling weak because I see the sadness in their eyes. Boomer walks up, and I follow right behind him. Doc says, “It doesn’t look good.” I faint on the spot.