Edge of Ashes (Sons of Ash Motorcycle Club) by Brynn O'Connor Page B

voice.
Must be Adam.
    “Couldn’t she have waited till you stopped
before getting off? Asks the female.
    “She doesn’t always do the logical thing.”
Adam replies.
    “I can’t believe that guy nearly shot her
in the head.” The woman says.
    “He’s the one who did it!” Announces Adam
in a strangely defensive tone.
    “No one’s accusing…wait a minute,” says the
female. “It was you wasn’t it?”
    “Do you know how hard it is to shoot behind
you and around another person while driving a motorcycle on curvy roads?”
    “Oh my god you really did it then,” the
woman replies. “I was just teasing you.”
    “Oh my god!” I sit up and open my eyes. “I
can’t believe you shot me!”
    I do my best to shoot Adam a venomous
glare.
    “Have I said how hard it is to shoot when
you’re steering a motorcycle?” Adam asks rhetorically. “Her big head was
bobbing around all over the place and I had to do something to keep that guy
from shooting her.”
    “So your best idea was to just shoot me
instead?” I ask.
    “Yes- I mean no. It was an accident.”
    “Couldn’t you have given her your gun to
shoot?” Asks the woman.
    “Like I’m gonna give her another gun after
what happened with the first one.” Adam says.
    The woman turns to me and addresses me for
the first time. “What did you do to his gun?” She asks me.
    “I kinda lost it.”
    “Lost it?” The woman asks skeptically.
    “Dropped it.” I clarify.
    “And this is the woman of your dreams
Adam?” She asks him.
    “I know it’s a stretch but-”
    “A stretch?” She replies.
    “A stretch?” I ask as I take a step back
away from the couch and Adam and his friend. “I think it’s high time I go home.
How long will it take a taxi to get here? Twenty minutes…half an hour?”
    “An hour,” Adam replies.
    “I’ll take her,” the woman offers.
    “No thanks. I’m not getting back on another
motorcycle; no way.”
    “Oh no honey, I’ve got a car. I can have
you home in an hour. And my name’s Tracy by the way.”
    I regard her with a small smile. “Thank you
Tracy. I guess I will take that ride then.”
    Ten minutes later were driving back down
Highway One, back the way we had frantically flown down while being shot at not
an hour ago. At least if that guy is still around he’s not going to be looking
for a car. I should be able to get home in one piece now.
    “So your Adam’s old lady now?” Says my
chauffer as we pull out onto the highway.
    I look at her for a minute before
answering. I’m guessing she is Adam’s ex. They seem very familiar with one
another and she seems like the biker chick type. She is tall, has  long
blond hair, a nice figure, and swearing comes naturally to her. Yup she’s his
ex. I can tell by the way she talks about him that she still has feeling for
the guy and that I may have hitched a ride with the enemy.
    She’s wearing a wife beater, skinny jeans,
and a black leather jacket. The patches on her jacket don’t declare allegiance
to any MC so that’s a good sign. She is tan, has zero wrinkles and is staring
at me like I must be deaf.
    “I’m s-sorry,” I stammer. “What did you
say?”
    “Just wondered if you’re Adam’s new old
lady, that’s all.”
    “Yeah I don’t think I’ll ever be old enough
to be called anyone’s old lady; especially when I’m barely 26.”
    “It’s a compliment,” Tracy replies. “Lots
of girls would give their left tit to be the old lady of an outlaw motorcycle
club member; especially MC royalty like Adam.”
    “MC royalty?” I can’t help but laugh. “You
have got to be kidding me.”
    “Of course I’m not. You’ll get used to it
though and pretty soon you’ll be calling him Sir Adam too. It helps when
everybody in the club calls him Sir Adam.”
    “Sir Adam? You cannot be ser…and you’re
just yanking my chain now aren’t you?”
    “Smart girl.”
    “So Tracy, are you someone’s old lady?” I
finally get around to asking the one