“Sully?” I reached down, feeling for a pulse, and my whole body slumped in relief when I felt it. She was unconscious, but she was alive.
The roar of motorcycles filled my ears, and when I looked out the back window, I expected relief. But it wasn’t Jude riding up. It was more Satan’s Angels.
My idea hadn’t panned out the way I wanted it to. Four of the men I took out hadn’t crashed the way I’d hoped. It only took a minute before they surrounded the SUV and began shooting at the windows, hoping enough pressure would weaken them.
Sully jerked in my arms, coming to, as the bullets pinged against the vehicle. “It’s okay,” I whispered. “Jude is on the way.”
“Why are we stopped?”
“They shot out a tire, but we’re safe in here.”
“What if they get in?”
I was about to tell her they couldn’t when the gunshots stopped and two of the men started kicking the back window.
“Morgan!” Sully cried and clung to me. I whispered what I hoped were soothing words as the men outside did everything they could to break through the vehicle.
“Give us the girl and we’ll leave the rest of you alone.”
“Fuck you!” Smokey yelled back.
Minutes felt like hours before the roar of bikes could be heard again. Gunshots rang out and the two men kicking at the back window dropped to the ground.
I held Sully’s face against my neck so she didn’t see anything, but I knew the cavalry had come. Jude was here. The air was quiet for three seconds before I heard him.
“MORGAN! SULLY!”
Banging on the window above me had me looking up into Jude’s eyes that were filled with a combination of fear and relief.
“Unlock the door, baby.”
I reached up and hit the button. Jude yanked the door open and dropped in, wrapping his arms around both of us. Smokey was already helping my mother climb out when we heard another shout.
“SULLY!”
Sully’s head snapped up. “Stephen?”
“He’s okay, baby,” Jude said, helping her stand.
Pardon filled the space above us, and he hissed, “Thank fuck.” He reached down as Jude lifted Sully out of the vehicle.
Jude’s eyes were filled with tears when they landed back on me.
“I thought I was gonna lose you, baby.”
“I knew you’d come,” I cried as I wrapped my arms around his waist and hugged him.
“I love you, Morgan.” He held my face in his hands and looked deep into my eyes, letting me see the truth I’d been ignoring. “I love you so fucking much. I never stopped.”
“I love you, too.”
He leaned down and kissed me. Not a hard, quick kiss like when I left the clubhouse. And not a slow, passionate kiss like the first time. This kiss was filled with every emotion we’d been feeling between us.
Fear.
Guilt.
Joy.