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For now.
She stood straight from where she’d been leaning against my chest and looked up at me. “It isn’t over.”
My shoulders sagged at the sadness on her face. In her mind, this shit would probably never be over. It would be, but I couldn’t make her any promises as to when. “It will be.”
I glanced over at Josie who had been loaded on the stretcher and was being pushed toward the ambulance doors. Becs walked right behind the EMTs, and I knew she’d be riding along, which meant Bear and Race would be heading to the hospital.
Maggie stood on her tiptoes and placed a kiss on my jaw, causing me to look back down at her. “It’ll be okay.” She took a deep breath and exhaled heavily. “I just know. This time, it’ll be okay.”
I didn’t feel as confident as she did, but I liked that she was. It proved she trusted me, trusted us, and more importantly, finally felt safe. “Nothing will touch you, not ever again.”
She smiled softly. “I know that.”
“Gunn.”
My head jerked from staring into her beautiful and trusting eyes to Bear who was standing beside me. I didn’t need to ask what, he just started talking. “Going to the hospital, Race is with me. Becs is with Josie. I need you to get everyone else inside and call the other members, fill them in, tell them to be on alert, and sleep here if they need to.” He glanced back at the ambulance when the sound of the doors closing filled the air. He faced me again, his expression hard. “Tell them church tomorrow, eight a.m.”
We both watched the ambulance pull out, the police cars close behind, and I had a feeling Bear called in a favor to Luke to have the police escort Josie and Becs to the hospital. I slapped my hand on his shoulder, and he looked back at me. “Consider it done.”
“Keep everyone close. I’ll call you with an update.”
He started to move away, but Maggie called out to him, stopping him in his tracks. “Be careful.”
I slung my arm around her shoulders and pulled her tight against my side when Bear ran his hand around the back of his neck. He was pissed, and in a way I hadn’t seen in a long time. He was taking this personally. A hit on an innocent woman, one who didn’t even belong in the club, was not going to happen again. It never should have to begin with, and that guilt was going to force him into a world he’d been trying so hard to stay out of.
He nodded at Maggie, but then aimed his stare in my direction. “This ends.”
He turned and walked toward his bike, threw his leg over, and started it up. Race was already straddling his and pulled out behind him, their engines screaming in the quiet of the night.