Don't Piss Off a Biker

Rosa would kill him if he was late again. He tried so hard to get his little sister and her cousin ready on time, but every time they're still late. There was always something else that had to be done before they could go. One time they need help tying their shoes, the next they can't even find they're shoes. This time, however, they were being stubborn and had decided that they just didn't want to go to their ballet class. Lance huffed at their rebellion while desperately trying to coax them into going. His mother had promised to take away his Xbox privileges if the girls were late to one more class.

"Josie, Bella, if you don't go, I'll..." Lance was at a loss. Disciplining kids, especially his own family, had always been difficult for him. Children had a mind of their own and no matter how scary you think you're being your silly threats never hold ground in their minds.

"You'll what?" Josie prodded. She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow as if doubting any punishment her brother could dole out would be of any significance.

"I'll take away your juice boxes for a week!" Lance seemed satisfied with himself. He felt confident that this would prompt the two girls to attend their ballet class. However, the look on both Josie and Bella's faces told him differently. They were unimpressed.

"You can't do that. Only mom can do that," Josie deadpanned.

"Yeah! Only Auntie Rosa can do that!" Bella poked Lance in the thigh as she repeated her older cousin.

Lance looked down at the pains in his ass and groaned. An idea popped into his head; it was crazy and it might not work, but at this point he'd try anything. He let his face relax as he walked over to the couch and flopped down. This caught Josie's attention.

"Alright, you win. We don't have to go to ballet if you don't want to. Besides, it's not me who'll have to face mom's wrath when you don't show up." This was a lie, of course, but Josie didn't need to know that. Lance pulled out his phone and started scrolling through Twitter. He yawned as if he were bored.

"What do you mean? What are you playing at?" Josie had uncrossed her arms and was eyeing her brother suspiciously. He had given up too easily. Damn, she was smart for a nine year old.

"Hmm? I'm not playing at anything, Josie. I'm just saying that we've been late so many times already; mom won't be happy if you don't show up at all." Lance turned to look at his little sister. He could see the gears turning in her head. She knew he was right. He had won.

"Fine. We'll go," Josie said with a huff. Bella looked up at her in surprise. "It's just one class, Bell. It'll be fine."

"Great! Let's get going!" Lance jumped up a little too enthusiastically. He went to grab the keys and the girls reluctantly followed him to the car.

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Lance glanced down at the clock on the dashboard. Josie and Bella's class started in seven minutes and he was just pulling into the parking lot. They were here; all he had to do now was find a parking spot. It shouldn't be hard, but with Lance's luck of course it was. He groaned and took a deep breath in an attempt to quell his nerves. Josie and Bella were in the backseat bickering about something or another which only heightened Lance's anxiety. He hated being late in general, let alone having the looming threat of having his Xbox taken away hanging over him on top of it.

He circled the parking lot a few more times, but the only open spots he came across were handicapped and motorcycle parking. He silently debated whether or not to just drop them off at the door and find a parking space on his own or if he should just take the motorcycle spot. He looked back at the clock and his stomach jumped into his throat. Three minutes had passed. He had four minutes to get his little sister and cousin to class before his mother's wrath came down upon him.