Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy: Book 2

Road-Trip Buddies

The sun was shining as the Sons travelled back to Charming and Pixie couldn't help but enjoy it as she rode behind Jax and next to Chibs at the back. She straightened up and put her arms out, just feeling the breeze and the warmth caress her arms, smiling to herself as she thought about how the club seemed to finally be going somewhere good. Whilst they were still in the gun-running, like Jax said, they were quickly running out of road and soon would be forced to turn to other ventures, which meant Jax and Pixie had a chance of getting the club out of the IRA's pocket once and for all, and without any bloodshed either. Chibs smiled as he watched Pixie enjoying herself and copied her action, putting his arms out too and sharing the moment of joy with his kid. He had a less optimistic view of the club's future and was worried about what was next for the club, as well as how they were going to keep selling their guns considering Clay fucked it up with the Mayans and the Niners. Pixie returned her hands to her handlebars as they reached a bend, Chibs doing the same, watching Pixie ride like she was born to do it. It made him smile seeing how much Pixie was attached to riding, he was the exact same way, never feeling quite complete unless he was wearing his kutte and riding his bike, feeling the thrum of the engine like a mechanical beast purring beneath him. The Sons reached Charming, choosing to ride through the centre of it, and passing the local cafe "Charming Coffee" with its sugary pink walls and pastel pink blue and white striped awnings over the doors and windows, making the building look dainty and quaint. As they passed it, the group spotted Hale next to his open-top police jeep having a heated conversation with an older man in a grey suit. Pixie waved cheekily to Hale, just to get a kick out of seeing him look mildly frustrated at her antics before she split off from the group with Jax and the pair of them rode through the suburbs to Opie's road.

Opie had just finished making himself a bologna and lettuce sandwich with some chips and a big glass of lemonade and was setting himself upon his front lawn in his deckchair, ready to just have a moment's peace and quiet before he decided to head back to the clubhouse. The second he sat in the chair and put the plate on his knee, he heard two motorcycle engines in the distance, getting louder as they approached and he groaned, knowing his quiet afternoon break was being interrupted before he'd even begun to enjoy it. Sure enough, Pixie and Jax appeared, parking up and taking off their helmets. Opie gestured to his plate with a disgruntled look.

"Can't a man enjoy his sandwich in peace for five goddamn minutes?" He called over to them.

"Sorry." Jax chuckled. "Pix wanted to see ya'." he added as they walked up to greet Opie who stood up, putting the sandwich on the seat of his chair.

"Oh yeah?" Ope asked looking at Pixie.

"Yeah, I just wanted to check-in and see how the meeting went, so I could congratulate if it went well, or hug you and help you feel better if it didn't." Pixie explained, trying to gauge how Opie was feeling from his face. He put his hands on his hips and looked away from them, Jax took this as a bad sign along with Pixie.

"I don't need no pity hugs." Opie growled, sounding upset. Jax opened his mouth, ready to help his brother, but before he could, Opie suddenly swung around grabbing Pixie under her arms and throwing her up in the air before catching her. "When I got the job!" He grinned.

Pixie let out a squeal of delight and hugged him tightly. "YAY! That's amazing!"

"Way to go, brother!" Jax grinned, smacking him on the back in celebration.

"Thanks, I'm so relieved, it's gonna make a huge difference for us financially, and Donna's not going to have to worry about keeping her car on the road either." Opie hugged Pixie tightly for a second before setting her down.

"See? Told you Ope was fine." Jax nudged her.

"I know, I know." Pixie grumbled light-heartedly.