Sitting on her large black suitcase smoking a cigarette Lacy waited on her porch for Ralph to arrive. It had been a couple days since Happy had took her into his room and Lacy hadn't spoken to him since. She knew she couldn't give him what he wanted. After Frank had fucked her over she had sworn to herself that she would never let another man get that close. Hearing the SUV pull up the driveway she snapped her head up and threw her smoke off to the side. Standing up and adjusting her short black shorts she waited for Ralph to park. Watching him get out she felt a flood of relief mixed with overwhelming sadness. He was back, but he was back to take her to her brothers funeral.
"You ready?" He asked her as he grabbed the handle to her suitcase.
"I don't think I'll ever be ready." She mumbled, feeling the tears start to burn her eyes again.
He didn't respond to her but gave her a knowing look before he started lugging her suitcase to the waiting vehicle. Opening the back passenger door he waited for her to gather herself before taking his hand and climbing in.
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The flight had been a short one and she was thankful when they had landed. She hated being on planes, trapped with people inside a flying tube with no escape. She allowed Ralph to usher her out of the terminal and out to the baggage claim. Watching as he grabbed their luggage she turned and started for the exit, knowing that her father would be waiting for her. She was right. As soon as the giant doors slid apart she saw the waiting cars and a long black limo with her father waiting beside the open door. Her eyes began to well and she couldn't help but run to him. Letting him wrap his strong arms around her she began to silently sob into him.
"Shhh Lacy. It's alright." His deep voice whispered into her ear. But it wasn't alright. Her brother should be standing here with them, welcoming her back and mussing up her hair. He should be laughing and telling her about all the plans he had made for them to hang out. He should he here but he wasn't.
"No dad, it's not alright." She cried as her father pulled her from him, one hand still on her arm as he used the other to cup her cheek. He didn't say another word until he had helped her into the limo and climbed in after her, shutting the door.
"I know how hard this is for you, Michael was like your twin." He didn't look at her as he talked and she knew he was trying to stay strong. "He loved you so much Lacy."
"I know. He was my best friend." She whispered as she stared down at her hands. Taking a shallow breath she finally looked up to her father. "How is Nicole taking this?"
"As well as any person can." He sighed. Lacy didn't want to talk anymore. Her heart was broken and the only person who could console her was dead. She blinked, feeling the tears start to form again. When they pulled up to her childhood home almost an hour later she didn't go inside. Instead she walked around the large home and into the back yard, leaving her father and her men behind her. Looking at the beautiful landscaping as she weaved her way through the rose filled path to her old childhood treehouse. Climbing up the old warped boards she let the memories of her brother rain down on her. When her father had had the treehouse built her and Michael and been the first 2 inside. They had spent hours playing like they were on a pirate ship, scanning the seas for potential ships to take down until their mother had yelled for them to come down for dinner. For years they had used this place to hide, to cry, to play, and to just relax. The night her first boyfriend had dumped her she had ran through the thunderstorm and climbed up into their safe place, Michael quick on her heels, and had cried into his shoulder for hours. He had promised to always protect her and that no guy was good enough for his baby sister. Now she sat in the small space, knees pulled to her chest with her arms wrapped around her legs, crying and knowing that he wasn't going to make it this time.
Lacy didn't know how long she had been in the treehouse but the sound of her brother Paul's voice shook her from her head. Scooting to the entrance as she wiped her tears, she swung her legs over the side and looked down. He stood below her in a pair of white basketball shorts and a black t-shirt, his arms crossed over his chest. Paul had always been handsome, even from a young age. His chiseled face and toned tanned body made the girls swoon.
"You ready to come down June-bug?" He asked her, his smooth bravado sounding weary. They had never really gotten along. Since she was the youngest and the only girl her parents had spoiled her rotten and doted on her every move and Paul had not been happy. He was the oldest of her 4 brothers and was already feeling the lack of attention so her birth just pissed him off.
"No, not yet." She said to him, for once being polite. She might dislike him but he was her brother and she did love him. If she lost him it would hurt just as much as losing Michael. "Tell dad I'll be in soon okay?"
"I'll tell him later. Mind if I come up?" The question shocked her. Paul had never liked the treehouse, never even climbed up into it. By the time it was built he had was a teen and thought it was stupid.
"Sure." She answered him, scooting back so when he climbed up he could get in. She felt the tree shaking slightly as he made his way up.
"This place is fucking tiny." He stated, seeing it for the first time as he climbed on his hands and knees to her.
"It's for kids." Lacy snorted as he sat down next to her, copying her as he pulled his knees up and draped his arms over his knees. They sat silently for a while, listening to locusts wake up as the sun slide under the horizon.
"I really miss him Lacy." He finally said, his voice cracking as he finally looked over to her. She looked up and her lungs stopped, she missed him too. Without words, he reach his arm out and pulled her over to him, letting her head fall on his shoulder as they both cried for their lost brother.
Ooooooooooooo
The funeral was over and she was still sitting in her chair in the front row, staring at her brother's casket. Feeling a hand on her shoulder she slowly looked up into the blue eyes of her brother Nick. Letting go of her black clutch with one hand, she reached up and covered his hand with hers.
"You ready to go Lace?" he asked, the wind ruffling his perfect black hair and black suit. Looking back to the casket, she shook her head.
"Yea. Just give me a minute." She said, removing her hand from his and standing up. Adjusting her knee length black skirt then she put her clutch up under her arm and moved forward. Holding her locket to her black silk blouse she rested her other hand on Michael's casket. Lacy closed her eyes and bent forward, knowing this would be the last time he would be this close to her. "I love you Michael, don't you ever forget that. You will always be my favorite and my best friend. Take care of mom okay? Tell her I miss her and I love her too." She took a breath as the tears rolled down her cheeks. "I miss you already." Letting go of the locket she kiss her hand and then placed it on the casket. As if on cue, the wind began to blow, slowly caressing her face as her curls swept around her.
Oooooooo
The next morning she had flown back to California. After the funeral she had gotten a call from Michelle, telling her that someone had broken into the shop and wrecked it.
"What do you mean 'wrecked it'?" Lacy spat into her phone. She didn't need this shit right now, she had just put her brother into the ground and all she wanted to do was get into the hot bubble bath she had just run.
"Like they ripped shelves over and ripped stuff off the walls. All the lingerie is cut up. It's bad." Michelle's scared voice whispered over the phone.
"Fuck!" Lacy shouted. "Call Luanne and tell her what happened. Did you call the cops?" She asked acidly.
"Not yet. I wanted to call you first-"
"Don't fucking call them!" Lacy cut her off. "Let Luanne home I will be back in the morning and to call Clay." She said before hanging up. What the fuck! Who the fuck would do this. Rage surged through her body as she started repacking her suitcase. No one fucked with her shit. No one! Not bothering to fold or organize anything she zipped it shut and walked over to her laptop to order plane tickets. She was not going to get her father involved in this. He had enough to do with retaliation for Michael and she could handle this alone. Verifying her tickets she got up and went to lay on her pink covered bed. She would get up in a few hours and call a cab to come pick her up so she wouldn't have to wake one of her father's men. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and thought about all the things she was going to the prick that had fucked up her store. She smiled.
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Pulling her silver BMW into the parking lot of her store she saw a bunch of bikes parked by the door and the prospect standing guard. Turning her car off she grabbed her large green purse that matched her tight tank top perfectly, she opened her door and let her matching heels hit the pavement. Standing up she adjusted her skin tight jeans and closed the door. Walking to the door, she nodded to Half-Sack and put her hand on the handle. Taking a breath she tried to prepare herself for what she was about to see. Pushing open the door she felt the anger rise in her body. Everything was everywhere. They had knocked over all of the stands, scattering products everywhere. Lingerie was cut up and strewn all over the floor. Her hands balled into fists as she looked over to the group of men standing by the register. She was too angry to form words at that moment. Seeing Jax, Juice, Tig, and Happy stare at her like she was a helpless child pissed her off even more. Not wanting to blow up, she walked back towards her office, holding her hand up to them as she passed by to let them know not to speak. Once she was safely in her office, door closed behind her, she dropped her purse to the ground and slammed her fists onto her desk. Bent over she kept her fists balled as the raged buzzed through her body. She was a ticking time bomb. Lacy knew if she didn't release this anger somehow she would do something irrational ending with someone being dead. Hearing the door close behind her she shot up straight and spun around.
"You okay?" Juice asked her worriedly as he looked at her. Standing there in his kutt and a white SAMCRO shirt and jeans with that fucking look on his face did something to Lacy. He looked so fucking pathetic to her, like a lost fucking puppy. Quickly walking forward she reached her arms out and slammed him back into the door. He looked shocked as she pressed her hands hard into her chest and glared up at him. Grabbing his kutt into her hands she pulled him down slightly, crashing her lips into his. At first he didn't respond, letting her kiss him as his arms lay dead at his sides but once she had started grinding her body against his he changed his tune. Digging his fingers into her hips he allowed her to capture his mouth with her tongue. She moaned. Feeling him start to harden, she started pulling him back towards to desk, never breaking the kiss. When she felt the hard wood press into her ass she stopped and pulled back from Juice's mouth to look at him. Pushing him back slightly, she grabbed his belt buckle and started undoing it, her eyes never leaving his. Unzipping his jeans, she pushed down his jeans and boxers, releasing his fat cock. Grasping it firmly she began to pump it up and down, hearing him hiss as she swirled her thumb over the tip. Letting go, she unbuttoned her jeans and started pushing the rough fabric down. Turning around to face her desk she bent over, feeling his hands on her hips as he ran his hard cock over her lacy pink panties. She was already wet and soaking the shred of fabric. Reaching between her legs she moved the fabric aside and grabbed his dick. Running it up and down her drenched pussy she heard him groan as he lost control and slammed himself into her.
Lacy cried out as his thickness filled her. Placing his hand over her mouth to muffle her cries he dug his other hand into hips. It felt amazing to her, all her anger was disappearing with each of his brutal thrusts. She reached between her legs with one hand and started rubbing her wet clit feverishly as she slammed her hips back into Juice, meeting his pace.
"Fuck." Juice grunted. "You're so fucking tight." Releasing his grip on her hip he reach his hand around her and between her legs. Placing his hand over hers he took control of her moving hand. Lacy felt her walls start to convulse as she arched her back towards him. She moaned into his hand as she saw stars and came around him. She barely felt him come into her as the waves of pleasure consumed him. Breathing heavily, she stood up as he dropped his hands from her and backed away. Adjusting her panties and pulling her jeans up she turned to him. Buttoning her pants she watched him pull his jeans and boxers up and right himself before she spoke.
"Still want to know if I'm ok?" She asked him, keeping her face emotionless. Before he could answer there was a knock at the door.
"Everything good in here?" Jax's voice called through the heavy wood. Side stepping Juice she walked to the door and opened it.
"Yea. We were just coming back out. I needed a minute to calm down." She said.
Oooooooooooo
Lacy had told the boys not to worry about the store, she had insurance to cover the damages, and that if they found whoever did this before she did that they could do as they pleased. They weren't too happy with her wanting to do her own hunting but she had assured them that there was no stopping her and they knew that. After they had left she called the police and filed a report with David Hale for insurance purposes then waited for them to leave so she could clean up. It had taken hours and she had to throw out most of her inventory. By the time she was done it was dark outside and she was covered in sweat. Turning off the lights of her office she made her way out to the shop to lock up. Closing the door and locking it she turned around to see Happy leaned against her BMW. Looking around she didn't see his bike anywhere in the lot and wondered how he got there.
"Give me your keys." He rasped out to her as she made her way to the car. She didn't protest, she was too tired to argue with him. Tossing him the keys, he unlocked the passenger door and opened it for her.
"Where's your bike?" She asked, sliding into the seat and looking up at him.
"Had the prospect come pick it up on the flatbed." He shut the door and walked around the car. He was still upset with her, Lacy could tell. This ride was going to be awkward. Watching him climb in and adjust the seat to accommodate his long legs, she giggled slightly, causing his dark eyes to snap over to her.
"What's so fucking funny?"
"Nothing." She sighed. "Can you just get me home? I'm drained." She said, buckling up and leaning her head back. Closing her eyes she heard him start the car and felt him pull the car forward.
Ooooooooooooo
Lacy didn't know when she had fallen asleep on the car ride home but she was awoken by a pair of strong arms lifting her out of her seat. Opening her eyes, she looked up at Happy. Lifting her into his arms he kicked the car door closed with his foot and turned to carry her to her house.
"I can walk Happy. I'm awake now." She said groggily as he stepped up onto the porch. Happy set her down at the door and handed her her keys. Before she could say anything he turned and walked towards the backyard and guest house. Watching him walk away gave her a feeling in the pit of her stomach. Like a yearning, to call him back to her, to have his arms holding her. Lacy didn't say anything though as Happy disappeared behind the side of the house.
Unlocking her door she walked in and closed it behind her. Taking the stairs 2 at a time she made her way to her room. She needed a hot shower followed by a glass of whiskey. Grabbing a fresh towel from her closet and a silk nighty, she made her way to her bathroom to start the shower. Throwing her clothes to the side she opened the shower door and stepped into the hot streams of water. She closed her eyes and tried to forget her woes.
Hearing the shower door open and close behind her she felt strong arms close around her waist, pulling her back into a warm body. Opening her eyes she looked down at the tanned tattooed arms that held her. Surprisingly she didn't pull away from him. Instead she leaned back into him, enjoying the closeness and way he held her protectively.
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