Quinn- Wolves MC

23

Gunner

That little tease. She's hurt and yet she still has the fire in her to give me a peck on the goddamn cheek instead of planting one on me. That woman's going to be the end of me, and all I hope is that she's as stuck on me as I seem to be on her. I've never had a woman like her get under my skin and the teasing was driving me crazy.

"That was cold." Rise chuckles as he drops in to one of the chairs at the table.

Doc continues to run his hand through his hair that's already sticking up crazy as he too sits.

"That's one hell of a woman brother. Her backs ripped up and she was nearly dead, but she's holding it together better than any of you fuckers do over little grazes." Doc's voice was lower than normal as he leans heavily on the table, his eyes not focused from sleep.

"Can we get to business? It's fuckin late." Tease snaps joining us at the table.

I let out a sigh and glance at the clock. It's fuckin late as hell. All I want to do is crawl into bed with Quinn and go to fucking sleep. God knows I haven't gotten any lately. I need a shower, I need to shave, but most of all I need to hold my woman. And this little meeting shit needs to go quickly.

"Yeah. How was the drop?" I ask looking at my three brothers. All of them look as tired as me, but I'm thankful for their loyalty. They put up with my ass while I was half crazy with Quinn being gone, and even after we got her they helped me end those fuckers in the most unpleasant way.

"They're at the curve. Dead as door nails." Rise confirms as he drops a pack of smokes on the table after putting one in his mouth and lighting it.

"Good. Identifiable?"

"Nah." Tease smiles and it makes me uncomfortable for a moment.

I'm man enough to say that Tease puts me on edge. Fucker enjoys death and the dismemberment of bodies. It's dark, sure, but it's true. We don't advertise his services since it's only for a certain crowd of people, and otherwise he keeps that part of him covered with his glare. The amount of glaring he's been doing at his phone is concerning and once I have grounds to ask him about it I will. I don't need my enforcer glued to his phone at every waking moment. It's how shit I can't control happens. He needs to keep on alert just like the rest of us and to do that he can't be on his phone like a teenager. To go along with that, we need fuckin sleep.

"Perfect. We'll have church sometime tomorrow." I say standing.

"What time?" Doc asks leaning on a closed fist as he fights to keep his eyes open.

I shrug, my shoulders feeling heavy and tight. "Whenever the fuck I get up. Whatever you assholes do don't wake me up unless someone is dying." I warn pointing a finger at each of them before I head for my room.

I slip through the door trying to be quiet since I don't know if Quinn is asleep or not. When the door clicks shut behind me Quinn's head pops up slightly.

"Just me baby." I whisper reassuring her that I'm here.

I flip the lock on the door and hear her let out a relieved sigh. Silently I strip to my boxers and crawl in next to her. I want to pull her towards me, snuggle her, but she's hurting.

"Gun?" She whispers.

"Hmm?" I hum, laying on my back, my thigh pressed against hers. My eyes are already closing and if she doesn't speak fast I'm going to pass out.

I feel her hand find mine and I lace my fingers with her as she gives my hand a squeeze. She didn't say more as laid on her stomach to stay off her back, our hands were locked and for now that was enough. It was enough to know that she's here. It was enough to know that those fuckers are dead and can't come back to hurt her. Quinn is enough and more, and that was all I needed to fall asleep for the first time in a couple days.