Midnight Wreckage - Winter Travers Page 0,3
be, I needed to sit my ass down before I fell flat on it. “Can we continue this at a different time?” I mumbled.
My eyelids were heavy and I stumbled into the wall.
Sledge lunged forward and grabbed my arm. “Whoa, let’s get you to bed, sugar.”
I didn’t even have it in me to tell him to not call me sugar. He could have called me Beck Bangs-a-lot if he wanted, as long as he helped me make it to bed.
He pulled me to his side with one arm draped over my shoulder and the other wrapped around my waist. “Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling good?”
“I figured telling you to leave was a sign.”
Sledge half carried, half led me back down the hallway and into my room. He gingerly helped me lie on the bed and he pulled the blanket over me. “You need anything?”
My head sunk into my pillow and I closed my eyes. I just needed to rest for a couple of hours and then I would be fine. I couldn’t lie around in bed when I needed to be finding Gunner. “Just let me sleep.” If I didn’t get some sleep, I was going to be useless for anything else. “Just lock the door behind you,” I whispered.
I felt Sledge’s fingertips brush my hair from my forehead. “Sleep, Queenie.”
No need to tell me twice.
I was passed out before his fingers even left my face.
*
Sledge
The couch was shit.
Her apartment was tiny.
We still had no fucking clue where Gunner was.
I kicked my feet up on the rickety coffee table and sighed. Even her TV was puny. Probably not even thirty-two inches and it was fucking old as shit. I grabbed the remote and pointed it at the TV. “Is it even color?” I grumbled.
The TV flickered on and I flipped through the channels that were at least not in black and white.
There were five of them.
Five channels on the busted ass TV.
I settled on some random daytime shit show and rested my head on the back of the couch. This was going to be my bed for the foreseeable future. I had been half-hoping Queenie had a spare bedroom or a big bed she wouldn’t mind sharing with me when I had seen the couch. All hope was crushed when I opened her bedroom door and saw the coffin sized bed. How the hell she managed to sleep well in that thing was beyond me. Roll over one time and your ass would be on the floor.
At least she was small enough that I wasn’t too worried about her falling out of bed. She was also passed the fuck out and sleeping like a damn rock. She wasn’t moving for the rest of the day or night.
On the ride to her apartment she didn’t talk much other than to make it clear we needed to find Gunner.
Ten-four.
We were trying to do everything we could, but we were coming up empty. Part of the problem was we didn’t know where to start. We knew absolutely nothing about Queenie and Gunner. She swore up and down that she didn’t know who or why someone would want to kill her and take Gunner.
Was it random? Did some sicko see Queenie and decide they wanted Gunner?
It was possible.
And if that was what happened, it was going to make finding Gunner even more impossible.
Whatever it was, I knew Queenie was a tornado ready to destroy anyone or thing in the way of getting Gunner back.
I sighed heavily and stared at the TV.
I just prayed to God when we did find him, he was still alive.
You don’t mess with women or kids.
If you did, the Kings of Vengeance were coming for you. Queenie, too.
*
Chapter Four
XOXO…
Queenie
I scratched my signature and two x’s and o’s on the paper then set it on the table next to Sledge. He was gonna be so mad when he woke up and I wasn’t in the apartment.
I didn’t care, though. Gunner was somewhere out there and I wasn’t going to find him lying in bed.
Five hours of sleep was enough for me. My eyelids were heavy when I opened them, but that didn’t last long. Once I came out of the foggy haze, I remembered I was home and I could leave whenever I wanted. I wasn’t hooked up to a bunch of machines with a grumpy biker scowling at me.
The grumpy biker was now passed out on my couch…thankfully.
Sledge wouldn’t let me leave if he knew I was