Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy: Book 2

Anarchy Execution

WARNING: GRAPHIC VIOLENCE AND DEATH.

Pixie sat in the back of the van, knees tucked up against her chest as she idly fiddled with the buckle on her boot. She was replaying the afternoon's events in her mind, going over what happened with the Mayan over and over again. Trying to see how things could've played out differently if they'd done something alternative to what actually happened. It always bothered Pixie when somebody had to die in circumstances like this, she didn't even know the Mayan's name, didn't know if he had a family, kids, a wife, she didn't know shit except that he'd wanted her dead the second he laid eyes on her. Chibs watched her from the other side of the van where he was sat, watching Pixie's thoughts play out on her face, the way she was biting her lower lip and fiddling with her clothing was a sign Pixie was struggling with something internally. Chibs knew Pixie had a heart of gold. If she could, she'd never hurt anyone ever again, but this life didn't allow for that to happen. Chibs guessed correctly where her thoughts were taking her when Pixie unfolded herself and leant across the bench to where the Mayan had been laid behind the bikes that separated Pixie and Chibs. She patted his jeans and plucked out a green leather wallet, straightening up with it in her hand. Chibs leant across the bikes and put his hand over hers.

"Don't lass. You don't need ta do that to yerself." He said gently, knowing what Pixie was wanting to do.

"I have to know." Pixie replied, her eyes round and haunted, voice hushed.

"He tried to kill you, Jax and Opie, he wrote his own death sentence."

"We don't even know his name, Chibs. What if this was just a misunderstanding, what if he was protecting his family or something?"
"He called you 'pink bitch', he recognised you from that first attack, this wasn't just a misunderstanding, this was him trying to get back at a woman for standing up for herself."

"I just want to know his name." Pixie pleaded. "Maybe if we can find out who he is, Juice could look into it, try and find out why he acted the way he did."

Chibs knew Pixie wasn't going to let this go and he ran a hand through his hair. "Let me have a look."

"Will you tell me his name?" Pixie asked.

"Aye." Chibs said gently, coaxing the wallet from Pixie's hands and taking it to his side and on his knee so Pixie couldn't see inside it as Chibs wanted to protect her from as much pain as he could. He was glad he made that decision as the second he opened it, he was greeted with a wrinkly polaroid photo of a young woman and a baby inside the clear plastic sleeve, Chibs guessed this was probably the guy's wife and child. Behind it was a plastic baggie of some type of white powder which Chibs held up to show Pixie. There was also a significant amount of money in the wallet. "Think this fella's a drug dealer. Whole lotta cash and there's a load more bags of powder in the zipped pocket." Chibs investigated further.

"Sounds like it." Pixie nodded, feeling a little better know she knew more of this guy's shady character.

Chibs continued going through the wallet until he found the guy's driver's licence. "Elian Perez." Chibs told her, passing the driver's license over to Pixie so she could have a look.

"You think he has a family?"

"Why?"

"Could we maybe send the money back to the address on here?" Pixie said pointing to the address on the driver's license. "We could do it anonymously so it wouldn't be traced back to the club, so just in case there is a wife or a family waiting for him, they'll still get the money they could need."

Chibs smiled at Pixie's hopeful face. Pixie's strong sense of empathy for other people was something he really loved about her. By rights, Pixie should be angry at others and hate people. She'd been wronged and hurt by so many, and yet, Pixie was always so kind to anyone she met, wanting to help in any way she could and her pure heart was unwavering. "Will that help ye get past this?"