Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy: Book 2

Bonds Strengthened

The tension Pixie was feeling eased significantly when she breached the gates to the clubhouse lot with Lowell in tow and caught the fleet of black Harleys parked up next to the Charming Sons' bikes. She counted ten there and knew that two had gone to Cara Cara, two to the hospital and two at the Teller-Morrow house which brought the total to sixteen. Norse doesn't mess around, Pixie mused to herself, feeling grateful for her Nomad brothers. Pixie's relief was short-lived however when she noticed both Opie and Piney's bikes were there, and the black Sons van. Her anxiety for Chibs and Donna increased tenfold. Lowell had barely any time to dismount and catch up with Pixie as she practically dived off of her bike and raced across the lot to the clubhouse where a few Nomads were outside smoking and drinking beer. She flew straight past them before they even had a chance to greet her and the clubhouse door clattered back on its hinges as Pixie burst through it looking around at the bewildered Sons inside.

"Who's at St Thomas?!" Pixie barked as Opie hefted himself to his feet hastily and met Pixie in the middle of the room, seeing the distress on her face and the beginnings of a Pixie-rage fest.

"Hey, hey, Frankie and Greg, two of the Nomads who know Chibs went up there to take over, it's okay. Don's protected too; she's got her pager linked to them." Opie responded, grabbing Pixie's shoulders in an attempt to get her to chill out. "Rane's gonna head up there in a bit as well, but he wanted to talk to you first." He added, watching Pixie close her eyes for a second and take a breath, the adrenaline easing.

"Rane?" Pixie queried as Opie gestured to a tall man who came to stand beside him. He had broad shoulders and chest, very well-defined arm muscles with tribal style tattooing running down them, and the rest of his body was just as intimidating. He looked like a wrestler or MMA fighter which was pretty on-brand for the Sons. He had shoulder-length mousy coloured hair that had a slight curl to it and had a black beanie to keep the tendrils from his face. His eyes were deep-set and ice blue, and they framed a straight pointed nose. He had a goatee to complete the overall look and his lips were pressed into a slight scowl as he took in Pixie.

"Rane Quinn, president for the Nomad charter. Had to come down to see who was mobilising my guys." Rane introduced, his voice deep and rough and Pixie's heart briefly stuttered in her chest. Uh Oh.

"Oh, hi there, Pixie Telford." Pixie introduced with slightly nervous laughter, trying to gauge whether she was in trouble or not. She held out her left hand and Rane shook it in a strong, calloused grasp.

"Quite an entrance you got there, girly, does your reputation justice." Rane responded once he let go of Pixie's hand, and his mouth turned up into a smile, resulting in an audible sigh of relief from Pixie. "Heard a lot about you from Norse and the other guys' travels, so it's good to meet you properly, little sister." Rane concluded, crossing his arms across his chest. Pixie caught Opie smirking to himself over the fact Pixie bad briefly been intimidated by Rane and she stuck her tongue out at him.

"Sorry about that, I go a little psycho when it comes to my family, especially with what's been happening recently. Apologies for nabbing your guys too, I didn't have your contact info, and when I knew we needed backup my first thought was Norsey." Pixie confided, her nose wrinkling slightly in her signature 'please don't be mad at me' look.

"Understandable, kid. Piney's been catching me up on all the shit that's been goin' down here. Sorry to hear 'bout your dad, though it'll take more than a bomb to take him down." Rane sympathised, giving a hard nod to show he was firmly in the belief that Chibs was one of the toughest guys he knew. Pixie was touched that he'd just called Chibs her 'dad' and she could tell under all the gruffness, Rane was good and kind.

"Absolutely, I'm sure he'll be happy to see you too." Pixie concurred with a warm smile. "I just need a word with my bro Ope, and then I'll sit down with you and talk about the next phases of my plan, that okay?" She questioned confidently, easing back into her leadership role. Rane bobbed his head and stepped back to the bar to grab a beer and get himself seated for his talk with Pixie. He could see what Norse liked about Pixie, she was bright, and he could tell already she had strong morals from how she'd reacted when she thought Chibs and Donna had been left unattended.