Quinn- Wolves MC

14

Quinn

I was slouched at the kitchen table as people came and went. This sucked. Everyone was giving me looks and I felt like people were talking about me. I'm an outsider with a capital O. I am also the reason for this dreaded lock down. Doc was unfortunately right about how club mamas and ol ladies don't mix.

There has been five fights alone this week. That's right, it's been a week of this shit.

"Hey hotty." Doc says strolling in with Gun.

Gun smacks his brother in the back of the head as I let a smile form on my lips.

"What are you doing?" Gun asks leaning over me.

"Just thinking." I say looking back at the notebook in front of me.

For the last week, to keep myself straight in the mind, I have been writing everything that happened to me on the pages. Right now I'm halfway through the pages and I haven't even brushed against the most gruesome parts.

"I see you boo." Doc continues as he pulls down a bowl and loads it up with cereal and dumps milk into it.

"If you're hungry, I can make something." I offer but Doc just shrugs.

"Cereal is life." He mutters around a bite.

"What about you." I turn to Gun who had taken the seat next to me and was currently wrapping a piece of my hair around his finger.

"I'm good, but thanks. Anyways, you and I got to talk."

"Right now?" I ask and he just nods standing and holding his hand out to me.

I grab the notebook and let him pull me to my feet before leading me down to his office.

"Something wrong?"

"We found another body this morning." He says.

That's one thing I liked about Gunner, he was no bullshit. It was either black or white, a dog or a cat, either way he wasn't going to tell you something you wanted to hear.

"Who?" I ask sitting down unable to handle my own weight again.

He watched me with worried eyes, but I wanted to know.

"Who did you find?" I was having to force my words out past the lump that had filled the throat.

"None of our people. I don't know who the girl is."

It was a girl. Does he mean little girl?

"How old?"

"Twelve at the oldest."

I work my jaw willing the tears that are starting to form to stop. No. It couldn't be her, out of everyone they wouldn't kill her.

"Describe her."

"Are you sure?" Gunner asks as he continues to watch me with a look I couldn't decode right now.

"Please."

"Dark black hair, white skin, and she was wearing this green robe thing."

I couldn't stop a sob from scaping out. They were killing children because I ran. I need to fucking leave right now.  With tears running down my face I stand.

"I, umm, I need a few moments to collect myself. I'll be in my room."

"Hey, wait." Gunner calls out right as I grab the doorknob.

I stop in my tracks. Don't stop me, don't stop me. If he stops me he'll see my plan on my face.

There is a few seconds of silence before arms are wrapped around my waist pulling me into his chest. His heat leaked into my back warming me up and comforting me.

"Are you okay?" He whispers quietly into my ear as his head dips resting on my shoulder.

"No." I answer.

I couldn't lie and say I was great, fabulous, and fine. I am none of those things.

"You know the girl?"

I nod. "They're killing kids because of me."

Anne didn't deserve to die. She had been at the hell hole three weeks before I ran. She was only ten.

Gunner didn't confirm or deny my thoughts. I dip my head forward and let another sob rock my body. Gunner turns me around pulling me tightly against him as I wrap my arms around his waist and rest my forehead against his chest.

I'm not sure how long we were there, but my tears had long dried up and pittered out.

"I think I should leave." I finally say since I am not good at lying.

"Thought we talked about this." Gunner mutters.

"It's a kid."

Gunner pulls away before grabbing my face and forcing me to look at him.

"You aren't going anywhere, and if I have to lock you in my room to make sure you don't run I will. Understand me? You can't leave me."

"I'm going to get everyone hurt." I insist.

"I need you here."

"Why? I'm not worth people dying!"

I want to scream and hit something. Where the fuck is Tracy when I need her?

"I like to keep my woman close to me, is that so much to ask for?"

Did he just call me his woman?

"Yeah, it is when people are dying because of said woman." I toss my hands up trying to get away from him.

Not letting me go Gunner grabs my hands holding above my head as he uses his hips to hold me against his office door.

"They want me back I'm a part of their fucking plan."

"How?" Gunner asks leaning farther into me.

"It's a goddamned cult. I'm supposed to- I'm supposed to get children to help expand their number. I'm a mother figure. When I got out they were trying to beat me into submission so that I would raise the children they either stole or raped women to get. I was in charge of Anne, she was ten years old!"

He searches my eyes and shakes his head.

"It's not your fault. It's those fuckers who think women and children are objects."

"Why do you care? Why won't you just let me go back and fix this?"

I could get beat if that meant they stopped killing innocent kids.

"You know why I care? I care because I like you so much it hurts. I don't like fucking anyone and some how you, Quinn, got under my fucking skin so far that I doubt I'll ever get you out. I don't know what the fuck it is about you, but I want you, and I get what I want."

My mouth drops open as his eyes stare steady and certain into mine.

"So are you done trying to run away to get yourself killed?"

I nod slowly unable to form words. He nods before dropping his head and connecting our lips.

"Don't worry, everything is going to be fine." He whispers when he leans his head against mine.

"How do you know that?"

"I've got it covered."