Midnight Wreckage - Winter Travers Page 0,28
“Do all of you guys need to be so chivalrous?” Jesus. A guy who didn’t know me or even half of the guys in this room was willing to sacrifice himself for Gunner. I raised my hand. “I know you badasses don’t normally run to the police, but I think we need them.” I didn’t know if I was actually included in the vote, but I didn’t care. Gunner was mine and I would do anything to get him back.
“Women and children, doll. You don’t fuck with either of them. You do, and the Kings are coming for you.” Dyno raised his hand. “I vote we get the cops in here and get this shit done.”
Rhino and Point both raised their hands right away.
Zephyr looked around the table. “We run into the fact that the police might not believe us.”
“We go to Detective Kaye. That was Brick’s one condition.” Quinn raised his left hand. “This is Brick’s vote.”
“Fucking hell,” Zephyr muttered. He raised his hand. “I’m not into kids myself, but that doesn’t mean I want them to die. Get the cops in here and let’s get him.”
Sledge raised his hand. “Let’s do it.”
Dyno turned to Quinn. “The last vote is yours, prez.”
Quinn slowly raised his other hand. “Let’s bring Gunner home.”
*
Chapter Twelve
War or laundry…
Sledge
“Why does it feel like we should be preparing for war?” Queenie flopped back on my bed and covered her face with her hands.
I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor. “You’re not doing anything to prepare for war, sugar. You’re staying here until we get word from Detective Kaye.”
Once we had voted to bring in Kaye and the police, Quinn made the call to let her know what we had found out. Now, we were sitting around like bumps on a log waiting to hear what was going to happen next. We knew with the cops coming in, we weren’t going to be the ones storming in to save Gunner, but we all agreed it was for the best. If we would have taken this on our own, we might have started an all-out war.
On top of dealing with getting Gunner back, I knew Quinn was stressed out over the fact we owed the Royal Bastards a pretty chunk of money. The only way we were going to be able to pay it back was by getting Skinz off the ground. Right now, we didn’t even know how or where we were going to do that, but we knew we needed to get moving on it quick.
It was just one thing after another. We needed a good long stretch of no extra nonsense happening with the club.
We needed to get Gunner back and then, we all hoped it was going to be smooth sailing with nights filled of making money off horny men and women.
I pulled open my drawer and frowned. “Fuck.”
“The fact that you think I’m just going to sit here with my thumb up my butt is comical.” She sat up. “And why did you say fuck?”
I glanced over my shoulder at her. Her eyes traveled over my bare back and I could tell she liked what she saw.
“I’m a guy who hates doing fucking laundry. I’m out of clean clothes.”
“Well, if it’s any consolation, you look okay with your shirt off.” Her cheeks blushed a light pink and she bit her bottom lip. “Just saying.”
“You hitting on me, sugar?” I had felt the connection with Queenie when I first met her. Now that we had spent basically every minute together the past week, I knew something was there. I just didn’t want to move on it with things being so in the air with Gunner. Now that we knew what had happened and where he was, it was only a matter of time until he was back home with Queenie.
“Just pointing out a fact.”
“Well, you’re gonna have to stare at that fact until I either do some laundry or steal a shirt from one of the guys.”
Queenie jumped off the bed and started pulling open drawers. “How in the heck do you not have one clean shirt,” she mumbled.
I leaned against the side of the dresser and folded my arms over my chest. “I’m thinking me being shirtless is making you a little flustered, sugar.”
She huffed but didn’t say anything.
“Well, well, what do we have here?”
My eyes darted to the open bedroom door and Queenie twisted around.
Kimber leaned against the doorframe with a smug smile on her