Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy: Book 2

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WARNING: MENTION OF SEXUAL ASSAULT, DRUGS, DEAD BODIES AND DEATH

Pixie sat with her knees up against her chest, her chair in between Happy and Piney at the bottom end of the reaper table as she listened to Jax recounting the last month's events to Bobby, giving him the no-filters rundown of everything that happened. She chewed her bottom lip as she watched Bobby come to terms with everything, how Stahl had tricked Clay into thinking Opie was a rat, how Opie almost died because of it, then the staged ambush that caused the Mayan peace treaty to be overturned and how the Niners subsequently became pissed because of it. At that point, Bobby's face had become completely dismayed and tense. He took Pixie's advice and took a strong swig of the Jack Daniels bottle he'd been holding in his hand.

"Wait, I'm confused." He stroked a hand through his grey mane. "We had a peace treaty with the Mayans, somethin' we'd been working for almost two decades, and then the second we had it, you tried to screw 'em over with the Niners? Of course they were gonna fuckin' think that was us!" Bobby exclaimed. "We asked them to meet, we chose the location, and then the Niners just happen to show up?"

Pixie tried to suppress the smile on her lips at seeing Bobby call out Clay for his behaviour.

"I know, I know." Clay sighed, almost dismissively. "We're smoothing things out now. Or at least, we were until Pixie and Jax decided to make their own judgement call."

"I made a decision, -good of the club, Pix was just following my lead." Jax spoke up confidently.

"You settled that shit on your own." Clay voiced his problem, turning to Jax.

"Yeah. Spur-of-the-moment, seemed like the right thing." Jax answered calmly, though there was a cocky smile playing at the edges of his lips as he gave Clay a taste of his own medicine. "I'm sure you can understand." He said smoothly and Pixie had to bite her lip so she didn't grin. She caught eyes with Jax and he gave her a suppressed smile too, they were running circles around Clay.

"If you think about it, Clay, the body triggered a call to arms for both the Niners and the Mayans, and we're their go-to weapons dealers, which means, we got business." Pixie put in with a cocky smile. "A happy accident."

"Except they both won't want to buy from the same place, they're rivals." Clay said exasperatedly, dragging a hand across his face before he took another drag of his cigar.

"They were, but now they have a bigger threat, the LOAN gang and the Nords teaming up to take down Charming and potentially any other underdeveloped area in the San Joquin district, which brings the threat to their doorsteps too. This threat is big enough to unite them both, squash any lasting beefs and get us all working together to drive the racist assholes out, once and for all. And if we get the Nords out of Charming, we have more space to expand and take over, and it puts off any other fucker from trying to encroach on our turf." Pixie explained.

The rest of the Sons listened carefully before Chibs grinned. "Lass has a very strong point."

"And just how do you expect the Niners and the Mayans to see your side of it?" Clay asked.

Pixie smiled confidently. "You do your liaison spiel to the Mayans, Alvarez seems to want to trust you, considering he called you up as soon as he found the body, and I could talk to Laroy." Pixie suggested, just as Clay was about to shout, she raised her hands. "Listen, I'm not trying to step up above my position on the totem pole, I know the top is rammed firmly up your ass." Bobby hid a chuckle by pretending to clear his throat. "What I'm saying is I got on real well with Laroy when I went down to hustle. Once he gets over the initial shock of who I really am, he might want to listen to me better than you, partly because I'm half black, and partly because he told me he liked seeing people make ballsy moves and taking risks, and this is just about the riskiest thing I can do for him, especially with one shoulder out of commission for the next couple of weeks." Pixie finished.