The Biker in lace. Sample Only

Chapter 1

A/N please let me know if you see any inconsistencies. Thank you for reading.

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. It's nothing new to the neighbours of the Cavanagh biker gang'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 cross 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 throws 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 family. Lacy and Josh's dads was best friends from a very young age. They were both the next in line to succeed as presidents of their family founded motorcycle clubs. Josh inherited his dad's presidency after his father was murdered by a rival gang that wanted the Arch Angels M.C. to disperse and unite against the law abiding motorcycle club. None of the Michaels family members wanted to leave the club and loyalty made the other members stay. The rival gang's president could not handle the defeat and took revenge on Josh's dad by inviting him to a reconciliation dinner, but it was an ambush and he killed him with his own two hands. It's been a year since the murder and still the police could not find the man that murdered Josh's dad. Josh and his two best friends decided to go and search for the man themselves. Following leads given by trustworthy informants the three of them would leave tonight on their road trip of seeking justice.

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 months 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. That's why the club house was the natural choice for them to meet at.