Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy

Hard Times

Pixie walked back into the clubhouse with Piney in tow. Clay got up from the bar and turned to them.

"Where the hell have you two been?"

"Recon. The witness' name is Eviqua Michael's she's a seventeen year old girl, lives by herself, saw the whole shooting from her front door." Pixie announced, she tossed her camera to Juice. "I recorded the audio from inside my bag, so it may be rough, but I spoke to one of the other neighbours, a sweet old lady named Delilah who gave me the info as proof."

"I broke into the apartment, got her picture, date of birth and an ATF business card." Piney put in. "All we need to do now is find where they're housing her and have a little chat."

The other Sons looked at them in stunned silence. "Wow, well okay." Jax said, impressed. "Least we got that sorted, good work."

"Also, here's Wendy's room number, she's staying out in the Charming hotel until she can get into the Sober Living House to stop your mum meddling, her relapsing and you gettin' any ideas about trying to woo her."

The others laughed. "Hey, I wasn't gonna try that." Jax said indignantly.

"No, apparently you're all for blue haired birds instead." Pixie joked, ducking as Jax threw a pillow at her. "I'm gonna go get changed into my casual clothes and then what needs doing?"

"You can help Ope and Jax sort the guns." Clay ordered.

Pixie nodded and sauntered off, Tig got up and went after her closing the door once they were inside her room.

"Proud of you, baby." Tig smiled, kissing her. "You did real good."

"Thanks, I'm always proud of you." Pixie kissed him back.

"Where'd this little pink dress come from and why haven't I seen it before?" Tig kissed her neck and shoulder hungrily as Pixie took off her jacket.

"Because," Pixie let out a giggle as Tig's moustache tickled her shoulder, "I can't exactly ride my bike or do garage work in a dress now can I?" She smiled as Tig ran his hands down her sides.

"Hm, I got somethin' else you could ride in it." Tig growled, making Pixie giggle.
"We have shit to do, mister." Pixie put her hands over Tig's as they found the hem of her dress and started lifting upwards.

"I know, I just need to feel you close." Tig murmured, surprising Pixie.

She turned around in his arms. "What's gotten you spooked?" Pixie asked him, concern on her face.

"I need you to promise me somethin'." Tig put his hands on either side of Pixie's face so he could look into her eyes.

"Anything, Tiggy."

"Promise me you won't try to follow us to Oakland, Clay, Ope, Jax and I can handle it, okay? And that includes asking anyone else to go up too."

"Why? Is somethin' gonna happen?" Pixie looked at him worried as he stroked his thumbs along her cheekbones.

"I dunno, I just don't want you up there, you need to stay out here, keep things ticking over, okay?"

Pixie bit her lip, worry on her face as Tig drew her in close, kissing her hard as Pixie weaved her hands through his hair. "Okay, I promise and I trust you, just please come home, I can't lose anyone." Pixie said softly when Tig pulled back to put his forehead against hers.

"I promise, we'll come back." Tig nodded, scooping Pixie up in his arms.

"Good." Pixie nodded. "What would make you feel better?" She asked him, gently booping his nose.