Quinn- Wolves MC

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Quinn

Gunner wasn't kidding at all when he said he was feeling theatric. The first thing that happened was another knock on Roger and Nan's door, but it wasn't as friendly as mine had been. Gunner grabbed Roger by the back of the neck and drug him out into the middle of the bar.

This got the attention of Nan who was over in a corner booth downing a bottle of whiskey like it was water.

"I thought we already dealt with this fucker Pres." Tease said standing.

I look around seeing all the kids are no longer in the room. Good, they don't need to be seeing this.

"Turns out Nan knows how to pick em. Roger is real fucked up. So this is how it's going to go." He pauses glancing at me before scanning the room. "Nan get your drunk ass over here and pick him up. Then get the fuck off my property before I have to tell you again."

Nan stumbles over helping Roger up who holds her weight more than the other way around.

"I thought he already learned a lesson. He won't touch your bitch again." Nan slurs.

"He's leaving so he won't try to touch my daughter again. You're lucky you're leaving on your feet and not in a body bag. Now get."

Roger drags her out of the bar, and everyone laughs before going back to their conversations. A lot of things don't faze these people. If this happened in my home town it would be the talk of the Town for weeks. Everyone here acts like it's the normal thing that happens.

Gunner makes his way over to where I was staying out of the way in the mouth of the hall he had drug Roger through just minutes before.

"Where's Reece?" He asks.

"In your room still. I told her to lock the door behind me when I left."

He nods grabbing my hand and dragging me behind him.

"Reece. Open up." He orders knocking on his door.

The lock turns and Reece smiles up at us.

"Can we play tag again?" She asks hope filling her features.

"Maybe later. It's late." Gunner says and her face falls.

Dropping down in front of her I smile.

"We'll play tag in the morning, and if you go to sleep then you'll have so much energy that you'll definitely win." I promise making her smile broadly.

"Okay. Night daddy, night Quinn." She basically sprints towards her door making a laugh bubble out of my mouth. She is so cute.

"You're good with her, and you just met her." Gunner whispers as I stand and turn to him.

"She's a good kid. Just has a bad mom from what I can see."

I probably shouldn't say that she's a bad mom since I didn't know her, but if I was a mom I sure as hell wouldn't let anyone touch my kid. I would be locked up if someone tried to hurt my kid.

"Yeah. It still surprises me she's as smart and funny as she is when she came from me and that witch."

Rolling my eyes at him I shake my head.

"What's that look?" He asks.

"You're stupid if you think she isn't a clone of you."

Now it's his time to roll his eyes at me. Instead of responding to my accusation he just stretches and yawns.

"I'm beat." He proclaims.

I nod not tired at all since I have basically just been sleeping my days away. But I wasn't going to keep him up.

"I'll see you in the morning then." I says starting towards the door.

Before I can grab the doorknob Gunner spins me around pressing me to the door. The wall digs into my shoulder blades as I tilt my head to look him in the eye.

"Where you think you're going?" He asks, his breath fanning over my ear making me shiver.

"To my room. You said you're tired." I reply like an idiot.

"Don't go." He purrs, his lips brushing my neck.

"Okay." I gasp out when he starts placing kisses down my neck towards my collarbones.

"You're skin is so smooth." He mutters as his hands push up under my shirt to my waist.

I wanted to belief that my skin was smooth, but the scares were rough and everywhere. The urge to push his hands away was strong, but his touch felt so nice.

Another involuntary sound leaves my throat when he nips at the spot between my shoulder and neck. I couldn't taking the teasing and took matters into my own hands. As quick as I could I brought his mouth to mine in a deep kiss.

Gunner let's out a low growl from the back of his throat before pulling my legs up to circle around his waist. This brought us level to each other as I held onto his tightly. Trying to get as close to him as I could.

Running out of air we break apart, panting hard as I set my forehead against his.

"Shit." He pants smirking at me with dark eyes.

He pulls me from the wall and walks us to his bed. Gunner drops me onto the comfortable matress making me bounce before he pulls his leather cut and jeans off.

"Move over babe." He orders flicking the light off.

I crawl under the comforter as he slides in next to me. Quietly he pulls me into him. It felt right. Being in his arms made me feel like I was invisible. But I knew reality was going to catch up to me in the morning.

There was a nagging pull deep in my gut that told me that something was brewing. Something that I wasn't prepared for. Something no one would be ready for. I stare at Gunners chest as my mind runs wild.

"I can hear the gears in your head turning and it's keeping me up. So what's going on in that pretty head of yours?" He asks surprising me.

"It's nothing."

I didn't want to break the bubble we were in for a little while more.

"Quinn." He prompts making me blow out an exasperated sigh.

"I have this feeling that something bad is going to happen. They already know where I am, and I don't want anyone to get hurt."

"I thought I already told you I have this covered. You're safe here."

It wasn't my safety I was conserned with. I couldn't handle it is someone else was killed, even if most people didn't know the person. So many people have been hurt already. A lot of the girls back at camp were probably hurt since I ran. Punishment was always a group activity when it came to acting out. It made it easier to control us.

"I know, but I know these people Gun. I know they won't stop. They never stop."

"Let's talk about this in the morning. Let's just get some sleep so you and my daughter can play tag to tomorrow."

I smiled slightly at that. I could do that, maybe.

"You're right." I nod before snuggling into him like I'd done it a thousand times before. "Night Gun."

"Night babe." He murmurs against my hair as I drift into a sleep.