Dragon

We weren't in the clear yet, but we were moving in the right direction. Having Micaela behind the fence and within arm's reach of us was a biggie in my book. When she agreed, I couldn't hold back my shout. It took very little time for her to pack. She'd been living out of her suitcases rather than unpacking them. When she questioned how we were getting her stuff back to the compound, assuming we were on our bikes, I was the one to confess pre-planning.

"We hoped you'd say yes, so we came in my truck."

"Oh, you did. Thought you'd talk me into it, I see."

"He said he hoped. I was prepared to kidnap you if I had to," Vicious informed her. Yep, that was more like him.

Rather than upsetting her, it made her laugh. She finished putting the last item in her bag. Ashes closed them up for her. "Anything else, or are you ready? Before we head back, do you want to stop and eat somewhere or order something when we get home?" he asked.

"If you don't mind, I'd rather we ordered in. I'm not up to being out around people, and I look like hell," she said.

"You never look like hell," I protested.

"And you're sweet, but I've never been one of those pretty criers."

"What the hell is a pretty crier?" V asked as we exited her room. I had one bag and Ashes the other ones.

"You know, a woman who cries and looks even better after she's done it."

"Babe, I've never seen one of those. They don't exist," Ashes told her.

"Well, if they do, I didn't inherit that ability."

We were at the elevator by now. I pushed the down button. It dinged immediately. When the door opened, we saw it wasn't empty. There was an older couple in it. We got in, not minding them other than I gave them a slight nod. As the elevator went down, I heard a sniff. You know, one filled with disdain or whatever. I glanced over my shoulder to find the woman curling her top lip up. She was staring at the back of our cuts. When I caught her eye, she stuck her nose in the air and turned her head away from me. Old biddy bitch, what was her problem? Was it because we were bikers or something else?

Micaela whispered something to Ashes, and V was pressed into her side. I had a hand on her back. I planned to ignore our companions, but as the door opened and we began to step out, the woman had to open her mouth.

"Some people are just cheap and born sluts. She should be ashamed."

I was twisting around to tell her off, but Micaela beat me to it. She whipped her whole body around, put her hands on her hips, and let it fly.

"And some people like you need to get the stick out of your ass and learn to keep your mouth shut. Who are you to say anything about me? You don't know me. Maybe if you were lucky enough to have men like this, you'd have a better attitude. Mister, why don't you give her a good fuck so she's less of a bitch?"

The guy's face showed astonishment, and the woman was utterly thunderstruck after gasping. With her head held high and a swing to her hips, our woman twirled back around and walked out. V was laughing heartily. Ashes had an ear-to-ear grin, and I was chuckling. There was no doubt she was a perfect biker's old lady. Or, in this case, bikers' old lady. She stopped long enough to check out. As the couple passed us, still mute, she waved at them.