The Biker in Lace

The roar of the bike engines cut through the silent Sunday morning sky, the gravel crunch under black zooming tyres. The greyness of the early morning sky gives an earie feeling to the two rough and tough around the edges men flying by the suburban houses, waking the sleeping residents. Nothing new to the neighbours of the Falcon Pride M.C's local gathering spot. Lacy slowly slides from the side of her motorcycle dropping her phone in her back pocket of her dark blue skinny jeans. Her white blond hair with natural dark streaks, cascade in loose natural curls down her back. Her bright blue eyes are covered with mirror plated sunglasses perched on her delicate nose. Her thin oval shaped face is flawless and emotionless as she watches the bikers approach. Her arms are crossed over her lace clad chest and her stance is confident. Josh smiles at his best friend as he throws his leg over his bike. Standing next to his blue custom sprayed street bike he takes off his helmet and runs his gloved fingers through his light brown shoulder length helmet hair. His green eyes shine with glee as he turns to his friend. Lacy runs up to Josh and throw her arms around his neck as he catches her around her waist before he starts to twirl them around. The smiles on their faces are huge and laughter rings through the air. Bradley clears his throat near them and the two reunited friends pull apart. Bradley stood near his cherry red street bike his arms folded over his chest and his legs apart. Annoyance clearly displayed on his face. His short black hair shaved millimetres from his skull. His dark brown almost black eyes trained on his best friend and arch enemy. How the two of them could be friends he does not even remotely understand, even less best friends. Lacy and Bradley just never seem to get along he finds her annoying and irritating. Her girly-ness does not fit in with her biker demeanour. He is use to rough tomboy women, but one that likes girly clothes just makes him think she pretends to be something she is not. At least her looks aren't too bad to look at; otherwise it would have sucked to be her. Bradley's thoughts were interrupted when a shrill screech cut through the air. "Josh, Darling!" Mrs. Cavanagh or Lacy's mom calls from the front of the club house throwing her hands in the air and shuffling as fast as she can towards him. "Hey, Mrs. C!" He hollers back at the lady unbefitting at a biker's club. Her blond hair is in a tight bun behind her head and her make up is flawless and natural. Her aura is sophisticated and elegant. The exact opposite of her husband, the president of the Falcon Pride M.C. is rugged and crude. Josh is like family to the Cavanagh’s ever since he was born. Lacy’s and Josh's dads were best friends from a very young age. They were both the next in line to succeed as presidents of their family founded motorcycle clubs and when Josh’s father was presumed murdered a year ago he became the president of the Arch Angels M.C. Lacy's mom throws her arms around Josh's neck and hugs him tightly to her chest. Josh never knew his mother as she disappeared the day after his birth. Mrs. Cavanagh became the only mother figure he ever really knew. His father use to bring him here every Sunday for lunch and Lacy became like his sister. They never skipped Sunday lunch even when his father died he still came to lunch dragging Bradley along every time. This was his family now and the only people he trusted with his life. "Come on the family is waiting." Mrs. Cavanagh steers Josh with her arm around his waist to the front door of the club house. Bradley lets Lacy walk in front of him not because he is a gentle man, but have you seen the butt on this annoying girl. Man, don't judge. "Stop looking at my butt, Bradley!" The irritating voice cuts through his thoughts. Lacy can feel his eyes lingering on her butt, just like she caught him ogling her butt before. She hated it in the beginning, but now she pays him back in kind. If he can look so can she. There is no crime in looking is there? "If you don't want anyone to look, then stop putting it on display for everyone to see." Bradley retorts annoyed as he walks past Lacy. How she knew whenever he looked at her butt is beyond him, but then again he never tried to hide it either. "I’ll display my butt in whichever way I choose, but that does not give you the permission to look. Everyone else is more than welcome to." Lacy sassily replied while flipping her hair over her shoulder. Looking over the top of her sunglasses her eyes finds their way to the backside of the egotistical jerk in front of her. 'Girl, this man's butt is fine' the thought slips through her mind as she nearly walks into Bradly as he suddenly came to a halt. "Yeah as if don’t like it when..." Bradley's sentence got cut off as he turned around and bumps into Lacy sending her flying backwards, her hands grab for the nearest stable place to hold on to. Unfortunately the only thing near Lacy is the one thing she never intentionally will grab onto. The egotistical jerk himself, Bradley Gabriel Jones. Bradley's hands shoot out from his sides to catch the infuriating woman in front of him, but at the last second he remembered who she is and drops his hands leaving Lacy to fall unladylike on her well rounded butt. Her eyes grow wide as shock is written all over her face at the sudden impact. Bradley doubles over in laughter and holds his stomach as he looks down at Lacy. “Guess that butt is good for something other than being displayed.” He mocks while Josh and Mrs. Cavanagh turns around curios to see what the hysterical laughter is all about. Josh struggles to hold his laughter and snickers in the inside of his hand when he sees the look on Lacy’s face. Mrs. Cavanagh just rolls her eyes and scoffs as she turns around and enters the club house. 'If only my daughter would stop with her antics.' She thinks to herself as she shakes her head. ‘Why can’t she be more like Mary?’ "What did you do this time, Miss Clumsy?" Josh asks with a sigh as he steps forward and holds his hand out to Lacy to help her on her feet. "It was not me; it was this... this... jerk." Lacy stammers exasperated and signals with her hands to Bradley who is still laughing. A bit taken aback that Josh would presume it was her clumsiness yet again. "What did you do, Bradley?" Josh stands with his hands on his hips and shakes his head at the two impossible people he calls his best friends. “Do I need to remind you the trip did not even start yet and you two need to get along for an undetermined time?” "It's not my fault she was staring at my butt and did not notice me turning around." Bradley comments while he lifts his shoulders in a shrug. “By the way I am totally fine with her staying behind.” "I did not stare at your butt." Lacy is flabbergasted, trying hard not to get caught at her ogling. “You can stay behind and I will go with Josh, thanks.” She snarls in Bradley’s direction. "Yes, you were." He replies with a smirk around his perfectly kissable lips. ‘Kissable, really Lacy?’ She thinks while she tries to ignores the rest of his remark. “I am his best friend and he needs me so you can stay.” "Was not." Lacy says, crossing her arms over her chest. Giving her breast a bit of a lift, that distracts Bradley momentarily. ’Move your eyes, Bradley. Come on you can do it.’ Shaking his head to snap out of the trance her breasts put him in. “He was my best friend first you idiot.” "Was not and you were so ogling my butt." He retorts and gives a step forward, crossing his arms over his chest as well. "Just because you are obsessed with my butt, does not mean I'm with yours." Lacy says staring him down. “Josh is my friend since I was born you idiot.” "Listen here, sweet cheeks." Bradley takes another step closer to Lacy, their noses almost touching, his nostrils flairs as his anger rises. "I will never be obsessed with anything off or about you and I am older then you so he is my friend longer." His jaw clenches and unclenches while he glares into Lacy's crystal blue eyes. Josh clears his throat to ease the tension between the two enemies and like so many times before he struggles to understand why these two are actually mad at each other. "Did I hit a nerve, grandpa? Is that why the bad boy is losing his temper?" Lacy mocks Bradley as she already knows which buttons to push. Josh and Bradley grew up together as neighbours and later fellow motorcycle club members, which means that Lacy knows Bradley just as well as she knows Josh. The only difference is that Bradley and Lacy can never spent five minutes together before a fight breaks out. Even as little kids they were like cats and dogs. No one knows why and even the two of them has no clue. The only thing they know is: Neither of them can stay calm and collected enough to work through the problem or talk about it. "Stop it you two! You fight over Josh as if he is a toy that the other wants." Mr. Cavanagh bellows from the club house door. How these three wants to leave on a road trip together baffles his mind. If only they can be civil towards each other for once he would feel much more at ease letting them go. They did not tell anyone the real reason for their road trip, so Mrs. Cavanagh thinks it is for leisure, but Mr. Cavanagh overheard the real reason these three has planned this trip. "If you two can't be civil and nice to each other for the rest of the day, Lacy will not go on this trip. Do you understand?" He gives Bradley a pointed look, hoping that the boy will understand the underlined meaning and give him a reason to keep Lacy from going with them. Lacy drops her eyes from Bradley and look at her biker boots. The tips are scuffed and the leather worn. She relaxes her arms and keeps them by her side as she whisper in defeat. "Yes, Dad." Her face looks sad and for a second Bradley feels sorry for getting her in trouble again. Then he reminds himself that she mocked him seconds ago and that her feelings mean nothing to him. He could care less of how she feels and besides he does not want her to go on this trip, so annoying the hell out of her it is then. "Is little miss biker afraid of her daddy?" Bradly scoffs in a whisper with his smirk back on his face as he shoots Lacy a look before he walks up to the club house and greet Mr. Cavanagh. "Why does he always have to be so.... So... ugh?" Lacy asks as she turns to Josh standing next to her. She knows that Josh does not see why Bradley makes her blood boil, but she just can’t help it. He is so infuriating she can scream. "Come on, let's go eat, I've been starving for your mom's food the whole week." Josh admits slinging his arm around her shoulders, as they start to walk to the club house. Mr. Cavanagh gives Lacy a stern look as he greets Josh with a firm handshake. "Good to see you, Josh. How have you been?" He asks concerned. Josh is like his own son he never had. The Cavanagh's only have the twins. Lacy is the eldest by eleven minutes from Mary her sister. When you look at the two you would see total opposites. Not just for the looks, but the personalities are total opposites. Lacy is the rough tomboy type with a little feminine trades, like nice clothes, make up, nail polish and some fine mannerisms. Mary on the other hand is the lady just like their mother, always neat and sophisticated. She would never be caught dead on a motorcycle or in any biker type of clothing, not even jeans. Her hair is dark brown with white highlights the exact opposite of Lacy's. The eyes are the exact same though. They both have crystal clear blue eyes that catch your soul and see your deepest darkest secrets. Mary looks more like their mother’s side of the family too were as Lacy is a Cavanagh through and through. Josh stays with Mr. Cavanagh and Lacy enters the club house to find her mom and sister. The twins have a fairly good relationship even though their personalities are totally different. They do have some misunderstandings and difference in opinions, but they never fight like Lacy and Bradley go for each other's throats. The only thing that the two of them never seem to agree upon is the fact that Mary seems to be madly in love with Bradley and does everything she can to get noticed by this arrogant egotistical jerk. It infuriates Lacy that she would complain about the lack of attention he gives her every Sunday or all the times she would start singing his praises of how perfect she thinks he is. Why can't she just find someone else to fangirl over? Bradley has enough of those to last him a few years. Just like Lacy expected Mary sits near, almost on top of Bradley, at the bar. Her short sundress reaches mid-thigh when standing, sitting one leg crossed over the other it rides up to show a good chunk of thigh for Bradley to gaze at. When Bradley sees Lacy enter the club house, a knowing smirk lifts the corner of the left side of his lips. He knows it irritates the living daylights out of her when he flirts with her sister and today is no exception by the look of disgust edged on her face. Bradley positions Mary to sit between his legs as he slowly rubs his hands on her thighs all the way from her knees to the seam of her light yellow sundress and back to her knees again. He knows that Lacy is watching them and decides to make the show even more intriguing. He bits the left side of his bottom lip and gaze into Mary's eyes, sliding his left thumb underneath the seam of her dress on the side of her leg so Lacy would see what he does. The pure lust he sees in Mary's eyes suddenly made him aware that maybe he is taking this a little bit too far and needs to set the record straight. He has no feelings for this girl and never would; she is the sister of his arch enemy, for Pete's sake. He is only trying to get under Lacy's skin so her father would forbid her to go on this trip. An unlimited time with her on this trip could only be disastrous. Slowly he retracts his hands and decides it is time he talks to her about the type of relationship she wants and he is willing to give. He nods with his head to the room behind him so they can speak privately, but at the same time he gives the illusion to the onlooker that he wants more privacy to continue what he started. Mary takes his hand in hers and leads him to the meeting room to their right, but before she could enter a hand shoots out and grabs her other arm stopping her in her tracks. "What do you think you are doing?" Lacy hisses in a whisper. "You know he would not take this serious." "Lacy, please mind your own business. I am big enough to make my own choices." Mary replied in an annoyed tone as she pulls her arm away from Lacy and continues through the door with a look of annoyance in her sister’s direction. Bradley gives Lacy a triumphant smirk and winks her way before he closes the door. Frustrated she stomps her foot to the ground and leave the club house again. Walking past her father and Josh her father stops her in her tracks, by grabbing her shoulder and turning her to him. "Where are you off to? Lunch is about to start." "Can I please skip lunch today, Dad?” Lacy asks in a pleading tone. She knows her dad would just love Bradley as a son in law. He told her that much a few times already, but she can just not stand even thinking about Bradley as anything in their family. She still after twenty something years only sees him as the annoying friend of her best friend. “I just can’t stomach it today.” "You will have lunch with us or no road trip." Her father threatens in a stern voice. Josh gives her an encouraging smile and put his hand around her shoulders. She knows how important the trip is to him and really wants to be there for him as support. The only thing that she hates about all of this is the fact that Bradley has to feel obligated to go as well. Why he has to be like a brother to Josh blows her mind, they are nothing alike. "Remember my warnings from earlier, Lacy. I mean it. Any more arguments or rudeness from you and you will not go on this trip. I had enough of you and Bradley going at each other's throats with every chance you get. It's time you stop your silliness and grow up. You are twenty three, with no boyfriend, no real job and no future." "I have a real job! The custom spray jobs I do are well known in this town and surrounding areas." Lacy defends herself in a small voice, not in the mood for what she is sure will follow. It's always the same thing every time Bradley shows his impeccably irritating face. "And how many times do you get a job in a month?" Her father folds his hands over his chest and gives her a questioning look. "It depends, but I get through with what I make every month." She is still in a defensive mood and mirrors her father's stance perfectly. She can't wait for this day to be over and for them to hit the road. She knows that she does not make the best of money with her art work, but at least she makes enough to get by. Without even having to listen she knows her father's next speech word for word. "That is only because you still live with us. I still have to supply you with food to eat and a bed to sleep in at night. You have to start settling down. Look at your sister, she has her own apartment and she has a nice stable job as a secretary. You should really start to look up to her. She even has her eyes set on a good husband..." Before Mr. Cavanagh could finish his ongoing speech, Lacy does something she never even dreamt of doing before, she cuts him of with all the fury she had pent up all these years since high school and since her father decided Bradley would make a great son in law. "Mary has an apartment that you own and does not charge rent for; she has a nice stable job at your law firm as your secretary. She eats at home every night, throws her clothes in our laundry basket so I can wash them with mine. You want me to look up to a girl that throws herself at a guy that is known to just use women and leave them. He will never marry her even if he sleeps with her today he would forget her by tomorrow. I am not Mary. I want to be independent and live my own life and make my own decisions. I love doing my art and even though I may never get rich or famous from it, at least I know I did it on my own and not through my Father." Lacy takes big gulps of air to try and calm herself, tears pooling at the edge of her eyes, but she refuses to cry one single tear in front of her father. “Everything I do I do to please you, but still that never seem to be enough. All I want is to be myself and be accepted the way I am. For once stop compering me to Mary and see me.” No emotion is visible on Mr. Cavanagh's face as he silently listens to his daughter's rant. Josh rubs small calming circles on her back in support of his friend, but does not make a sound. He knew for a long time that Lacy would explode soon when it came to the 'Mary is so perfect speech.' like they call it. For five years she had to listen to it almost every Sunday. Normally she would just shy away and look at her feet, but today there were a fire burning in her eyes and a certain confidence in her stance. At the end of her rant Mr. Cavanagh's face stretches into one with pride and a big smile forms around his lips, causing them both to look at him in shock and disbelieve. "Finally, finally after all these year of breaking you down, you stand up for yourself. You make me so proud. I knew you could do it. You are a tough woman and the most independent girl I know." Mr. Cavanagh taps her on her shoulder with his left hand and pulls his shocked and confused daughter in for a hug with the right. He holds her close to him almost suffocating her. “I love you and I accept you just the way you are. From today on I am convinced that the M.C is in good hands in the future.” "Wh... Wha... What?" She stammers confused. Her father folds both his arms around her and keeps her under his chin. "I always knew you could stand up for yourself against Bradley since a young age, but you shy away from me even when you know what I said was wrong and based on assumptions. I wanted to show you that you are strong enough to even take me on and the only way I knew how was to push you mentally as far as I could. You know as tradition the Falcon Pride M.C. falls to the oldest of the Cavanagh family. This was my way of preparing you for when you become the next President. You are my accessor and I could not let you become the president if you could not stand up to the one person that you saw as your superior. Thank you for giving me the assurance that I would leave this club in good hands. I love you, my girl. You make me proud to be your father." He bends down his head and kisses the top of her head. Still shocked at her father's revelation Lacy slowly slide her hands around her dad as the tears of rage fall with tears of joy. Today was the first time she ever heard her father say he is proud of her and what she became. She knew he loved her in his own way, but to hear him say it, is worth more than what she could ever imagine. She finally knows her father never meant to spoil her sister or to make anyone think he cared more for her and gave her everything, but he made Lacy work for what she has so she would be strong enough to take the lead when needed. For that she is very grateful now that she knows his intensions and she could not thank him more for the way he treated her. He did his best and the only way he knew how. ”Thank you, dad.” She murmurs softly into his chest. “I love you.” While father and daughter was still in an tight embrace a hysterical Mary came running out the club house, tears streaming down her face. Bradley hot in pursuit of Mary, stops directly next to a confused Josh. His eyes look from Mary to Bradley to Mary again. His head moves in each direction. "What did you do?"