Quinn- Wolves MC

17

Gunner

"Boss." Lex says cautiously as he cracks the door to my office open.

I'm currently leaning my head against the edge of my desk trying to keep my composure which isn't working at all. Everything on my said desk is currently residing on the floor. Papers, my computer, anything else is all either broken or cracked.

"What?" I snap not bothering to pick my head up.

Two days. It's been two fucking days without a lead. I know who has her. It has to be those religious fucks, but I have no fucking clue where they took her.

I feel Lex enter the room before shifting uncomfortably on his feet.

"For Christ sake! Spit it out!" I order slamming my hands against the wood making it splinter slightly as I sit up to face him.

"One of the techs got something." Lex informs me his eyes shifting over me like he wasn't sure what to do.

Lex and I have been through shit together, but he's never seen me this angry. It wasn't exactly anger I'm feeling. It's desperation and confusion. I've known Quinn less that a month or so, and her being taken from me brings up a lot of unknown emotions that I can't say I've felt before. I want to hit something and break down all at once, and if I don't get answers I might just punch someone.

Slamming to my feet I gesture for Lex to lead the way. Already a group of my brothers are gathered around the computer Leo has set up. I brought him in for a few more eyes on the look out, and I can trust him not to spill our business.

"What do we got?" I ask pulling myself together in front of my guys.

They don't need to see their president losing his mind. I reserved that for only a few people.

"You ain't gonna like it. Shit ain't right." Leo informs me as he gets up and offers me his chair.

Sitting down I look at the computer screen seeing a paused video.

"What's this?" I ask not wanting to hit play.

It was an emailed video. I know enough about technology that I can figure most of this shit out for myself, but how the fuck did they get an email address for anyone here?

"The dickheads sent us a video of Quinn. No one has watched it yet. Decided to wait for you." Tease gruffs out like it pained him to talk.

Clenching my jaw I reach forward and hit the spacebar. The video starts playing and as it goes on my stomach gets more uneasy.

An older sketchy looking guy walks out in front of where Quinn is bound to a chair, her head held up by none other than fucking Roger. He looks like shit, and I'm surprised he was even able to breath right now. Should have killed the fucker when I had the chance.

"That's our little camera. Roger told me how cozy you were in another mans arms. This biker king has tainted your pure body and soul. And do you remember what we do when you are tainted?" The old man sing songs as he leans towards Quinn before he dismisses Roger from holding her head back.

Quinn swallows, her face blank as she stares at the man. There is zero color in her face, and she looks sweaty and almost sick.

"Now you may be wondering why we need this on tape, well... we are going to send it to your little biker king. As a gift for us getting you back. He played right into our plan once we figured out where you had wandered off to."

I stay unnaturally still as I glare at the screen. I wanted to crawl through the damn thing and get to my woman. It is literally taking everything within my physical strength to stay in this chair and not run out on a blind man hunt.

I'm one of the reasons that she is going to be hurt. God I should have kept her in my sight better. She shouldn't have even been alone.

He continues his speech as I watch Quinn. I know I should be studying the men around her trying to get an idea of who they are, but my eyes were solely focused on her. Everything was her and I know that this is a very dangerous game to be playing. At the end of the speech the old man asks for everything Quinn had told us about their "set up".

"They don't know anything." Quinn says which in a way we know nothing.

Quinn hadn't opened up completely about what they were doing aside from in my office, and the things that Tease has uncovered in the last few months before we even knew that Quinn existed.

The old man says something before Quinn is being untied. As the man who was standing with a smug looking Roger bends to untie Quinn she jerks forward her forehead coming into contact with his face. Her jerks back from her as blood runs from his nose before he slaps her.

The old man snaps something, but my ears had started to ring. My fists ball up as I watch then yank her up and chain her to the ceiling.

The old fucker turns towards the camera and smiles. He fucking smiles. "I hope you enjoy the show."

Roger cuts the back of her shirt before I see the whip in the other guys hand. Motherfucker. I couldn't watch this, but at the same time I couldn't look away. My eyes stayed glued to the screen as everyone around me seemed to grow tense.

"Tell me what they know." The old fucker demands.

Come on baby just tell them what they want to hear. It ain't worth the beating.

Quinn stays silent as she stares through the man in front of her at the floor. The man gestures to the the guy behind Quinn with the whip. He smirks almost like he couldn't wait to mar her body with that damn thing. The sick crack of the whip echos in my ears as Quinn jerks forward completely quiet. I'd been better if she would have screamed. Her going quiet made it worse for some reason. She's so damn strong, but no one, not my Quinn, should have to go through this shit.

"Just tell me what I want to know Sunshine and this can all be over." The old ass was pleading with her as if it pained him to hurt her.

If he fucking cared about her he wouldn't be whipping her. I was going to kill him and everyone else in that room for touching Quinn, and they were going to know every inch of pain.

He gestures again to the other man and another series of slashes crack out. With every one the urge to throw up became more apparent.

"Why won't she just tell them what she told us?" Doc grits out through clenched teeth as her head falls forward.

Her blonde hair covers her face as her body trembles. But she doesn't mutter a sound until a cold laugh erupts.

"Is- is that her?" Rise asks and I can only manage a nod.

That's when her voice cracks over the speakers.

"I'm fine, keep going." She breathes out as she sinks farther forward her head staying low while her shoulders strain against the binds holding her in place. The video cuts out as everyone stares at the computer.

"Leo." I bark and instantly he jumps forward. "Trace it. Run face recognition. I want to know who these fuckers are. Once we know I want all of them ran. I want to know where this was sent from. I want to know everything. Then we are going to go get my fuckin woman back."

I hear Leo swallow making me look at him and he takes half a step back. I didn't even want to know what I look like right now. I haven't slept since Quinn was taken. I have the ol' ladies watching Reece and right now I doubt anyone wants to look me in the eye.

"I've got you covered boss. We'll find these fuckers." He assures me and I nod standing up.

I cross to the bar pulling down a bottle of Jake and heading for a booth to sit down in. Quinn's voice keeps playing over and over in my head along with the crack of the whip. Those fuckers are going to pay.