Quinn- Wolves MC

9

Quinn

Gunner slips his hands in his pocket as he stands opposite of me in my room. He's just looking at me, and not saying anything. Somehow that's worse than talking.

"Well-" I start not having any real place to go with the sentence.

"Well." He says back making it a little more awkward.

"Umm... Well I have some things to clear up." Gunner announces.

"Oh okay." For some reason I sound a little disappointed. If I'm being honest I'm a little bit sad that he is going to leave.

He nods and turns to the door.

"Gunner." I call out.

He stops looking over his shoulder at me.

"Thank you for letting me stay even if it's just for awhile." I smile shyly at him.

He turns to face me again. "Don't have to thank me," He says his voice low. "I'm just doing what anyone with a brain would do."

I nod slowly biting my bottom lip. He's right anyone would do this, or any nice person would do this. Take in someone who could get them hurt. God I can get them hurt.

I know deep down I just need to leave, and not for selfish reasons, they aren't safe with me here. The only selfish thing I'm doing is staying here.

"Well I'll be in my room if you need me." He says softly before leaving, and shutting the door behind him.

Quietly I climb back into the bed and pull the blankets around me. That note changes everything, the dead girl changes everything. What was I thinking? I could just out run them, and they would stop looking for me? I'm a fucking idiot if I thought that was a solution.

I can't go back to Nebraska since if they found me here they will most likely find me back home. I'm so screwed.

I also can't just stay in bed and do nothing. Yelling into the pillow I push myself up and decide to go take a shower. I pull a pair of black sweatpants, long sleeved shirt, and a gray sports bra and underwear from the dresser.

I jump in the shower washing my hair and body before getting back out. Quickly I get dressed and once again look at myself in the mirror.

There is a pink scar on my cheek from where Shawn dug his knife into my face the first night they caught me. Sighing I pull my wet hair up into a bun while I walk out of the bathroom. Silently I make my way towards the window looking out. I'm on the ground floor so I won't have to worry about a fall, and to think of it I really only need shoes and a sweatshirt.

It may be December, but there isn't snow on the ground, and back in Nebraska there was snow in October and until May. One problem is that I don't have shoes or a sweatshirt so it would really suck having to run outside in the chill.

"What are you doing?" Someone asks behind me making me jump.

"Nothing." I say like a child getting caught. Damnit Quinn that doesn't sound convincing.

I turn seeing someone I have no idea who the hell is. I've got a good understanding of who's all in the club. He doesn't have one of those leather jackets that all the guys wear, and I haven't seen him around before. He's tall and in his late thirties early forties.

Then it hits me... Why is he in my room? The door was closed.

"Who are you?" I ask pressing my back into the wall behind me.

"My name's Roger. I can't say I've seen you here before." He stares.

"You haven't." I say wishing I would have made sure the door was locked.

"So what are you doing here then?" He asks getting a different look I don't like in his eye. Roger slowly takes a few steps forward smiling at me.

"Please get out of my room." I say scanning the room to see the best way to get out if I have to.

Shit shit shit. Not again.

"Why? Aren't you one of the girls?" He growls now stalking towards me.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Role play I like it." Oh my god!

He thinks I'm one of the club Mama's as Doc puts it. Before I can run he grabs my arms his eyes heated. Why the hell would I be one of the girls? I literally have layers of clothes on.

"No! Get off!" I almost yell trying to push him off.

His hands go to my shirt as he tries to pull it off. Struggling against him I kick him only managing to hurt my toes. I bring my knee up slamming him the balls, and making him stumble back. He doesn't let go of my shirt and tears it.

I jump over him and run towards the door. Roger grabs my ankle making me face plant. Pain strings my side making it harder to breath.

"Good you're just how I like it." He growls crawling up the length of my body.

Shit... Shit... Shit! I manage to turn around.

"I'm not one of the girls." I growl anger surging forward.

Before he can pin my arms down I slam my fist up cracking his head back. I scramble to my feet and run out towards the bar. Once again, like the last time I ran through here I run straight into someone.

"Shit," I gasp stumbling back. I look up seeing Tease. "Sorry for running into you again." I mumble getting up again.

He looks down at me, his eyes investigating me.

"Why are you running this time?" He asks his eyes going to where my shirt is ripped.

"Well." I start, but then Roger decides to make an appearance.

"Hey, whore!" He yells.

My eyes widen as I look at Tease. His already scary features turn darker as he looks behind me. Shit he's putting things together.

"I was just looking for Gunner." I say trying to get him to think something bad, which did happen, didn't happen. And to make it worse, as if Gunner heard me say his name he shows up right next to Tease.

"What's going on?" Gunner asks his face also going dark as he looks behind me.

"Well-" I start yet again, and again get interrupted by Roger.

"Hey I wasn't done with you." Roger growls grabbing the back of my shirt and yanking on it. The torn front rips even more until he somehow pulls it off. Thank God I have on a bra. But I still feel bare and bring my hands up to hide my chest even more.

The look Gunner has on his face right now is scary as shit. I almost take a step back, but remember that Roger is there right now, and only now do I realise a lot of people are staring at us.

I didn't miss the gasp that went through the crowd when they got a look at my back. Squeezing my eyes shut I feel someone pull a shirt over my head. I open my eyes again seeing a now bare chested Gunner standing in front of me.

His eyes aren't on me though, his gaze is focused on the only person I can think to be Roger.

"Tease deal with the problem." Gunner growls grabbing my hand and pulling me into him.

"Wait!" A females voice yells making Tease stop for a second.

A woman a few inches taller than me with dyed blonde hair that's so bright I can feel my eyes burning, and from the looks of it, her chest is just as real as her hair. Gunner tenses next to me. I look from her to him then back again.

"Roggy didn't mean anything." She says plastering a smile to her over done lips.

"Nan is this dickface with you?" Gunner asks.

Even his voice is tense.

"He's my boyfriend." My eyes widen as I take a step back from them even further.

"I swear to fucking God you be-" Gunner snaps his mouth shut as a little girl runs up to him.