Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy: Book 2

Shock Waves

WARNING: Mention of death, blood, gore, guns & IRA

The jet-black Sons van pulled into the parking lot of Caruso's studio with Opie at the wheel and Jax gearing up beside him. From the corner of his eye, Opie could see the sheer outrage radiating off of Jax, the way his chest was puffed, muscles taught, mouth pressed into a taut line, and his nose wrinkled slightly, nostrils flaring. Opie thanked his lucky stars that he wasn't on the receiving end of Jax's temper as he put the handbrake on and turned to look at his brother with a questioning, careful expression, gauging how thoroughly Jax had thought this through, and where his head was at.

"Ready?" Opie asked warily in his deep, rumbling voice, adjusting his kutte over his black leather riding jacket, preparing himself for a standoff. Although significantly more restrained than Jax, Opie could feel anger igniting in his gut over the thought of what Caruso had done. Lyla was a pure angel, so sweet, strong and caring. A precious addition to their family, and to Jax's life. Opie had slowly started to think of her as a sister, especially seeing how close she and Jax had become, so he felt a dark sense of protective fury over the thought of her life being threatened. She seemed like a perfect match for Jax if such a thing existed. They'd taken a huge step in moving in together and deciding to co-parent their baby boys, choices that only a few months ago, Jax hadn't seemed ready for, though now he'd blossomed into an excellent father figure for Axel and Abel. He cared for them like he was born to do it now. Thinking of bubbly, excitable, and rambunctious little Axel made Opie think of his son, Kenny, and the picture of him being strapped safely in the back of a car only to have someone shoot at it in an attempt to run the vehicle off the road sent waves of primal parental wrath coursing through Opie's veins. Nobody touched the kids.

"Let's do this." Jax nodded back through gritted teeth, voice low and vicious. He sucked in a deep breath to steady himself and turned in his seat to look behind him where Norse, Bandit and Pixie were camped out on the bench seats raring to go. Jax had described the events to Norse on the ride over to catch him up, charmed by the fact Norse had been ready to pummel someone for him without question, even before Norse knew why. Bandit seemed to sense there was a mission going down too as he sat in between Pixie's legs, keen and alert, picking up on the tense energy in the vehicle as he panted eagerly.

"Jackie, this is your call, but remember; witnesses, broad daylight, impending war." Pixie spoke up, catching Jax's aquamarine eyes with her serious hazels, silently showing her undying loyalty, but also attempting to be the voice of reason. "Though this man did threaten your boy and your old lady, so if you wanna go all in, lemme know how deep." She finished darkly with a killer smile, wide eyes going bestial, allowing Jax to see the predator that always lived within her. Opie always felt like he forgot there was this side to Pixie, she was able to hide her duality so well, so whenever the bloodlust was released, it always took him a second to adjust.

"It'd probably be best if we don't kill him, at least not here, just thinkin' of collateral, you don't need any more shit on your plate, Jax." Norse put in, rubbing his bristled chin with the calloused palm of his left hand absent-mindedly, holding Jax's gaze for a moment. The Nomad Viking had tied his hair into a single plait down the back of his neck to keep his blonde locks away from his face. He'd also re-plaited Pixie's hair for her on the ride over after her black curls had started to escape her plaits, making sure she wouldn't struggle with the limited use of her right hand.

"Yeah, I know." Jax rumbled back, opening the door to get out of the van and jumping down. "I want him to suffer. Can't do that if he's dead." He concluded wickedly as he opened the side door for Norse and Pixie, running his hands over his blonde hair to brush it back from his face.

"Atta boy." Pixie grinned at her brother as she passed Bandit's lead to Opie so she could keep her good hand free to jump out of the van with Norse holding her upper arm to steady her. He stepped out after her, then stretched his tall, brawny body up to his full height having felt cramped in the back of the van. When he stretched his arms skyward, his light blue t-shirt with 'SOA' printed on the front rode up, revealing the lower part of his muscular torso where Pixie could quite clearly make out defined abs, and the bottom part of a black and emerald green reaper tattoo. Feeling like he had a small army with him, Jax led the group to the propped-open solid grey door of the single-story red brick studio, pulled it open and stepped inside. He swaggered in eyes already scanning the reception area, looking for his intended target and anyone that might be stupid enough to get in his way. Upon entry, Jax took in the now familiar X-rated porn posters adorning the red brick walls and the black wooden slat blinds over the squat windows. Two scantily clad young women were seated at a small black round table with scripts laid out as they read over their scenes. One woman looked to be of Chinese heritage, her long black hair curled and puffed, a leather bralette adorned her chest and a gold vinyl skirt hugged her hips. She looked up from her script as the Sons piled through, chestnut eyes widening beneath long, dramatic lashes, face turning fearful as caught the bad vibes and guessed the Sons were here for mayhem.