Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy: Book 2

The Niners

Pixie sped back into Charming, glad to be back on her bike, she hated leaving it behind anywhere and never felt fully complete unless she was riding hard and fast feeling the wind whip against her and the thrumming roar of her engine. She came around a bend and reduced her speed as she was nearing the busier roads that the Charming locals liked to use. As she did so, she suddenly caught sight of Clay and Tig on their bikes coming up the opposite lane to Pixie. Her heart stuttered in her chest.

"Oh shit." Pixie mumbled to herself. There was absolutely no way they hadn't spotted her, and from the way Clay and Tig sped up, their faces turning into frowns, they definitely had. Clay pointed to the side of the road and Pixie got the hint, pulling over and stopping, taking her helmet off before bracing herself for Clay's explosion. The two men cut across the lanes on the thankfully deserted road and pulled up next to Pixie.

"Where the hell have you been?" Clay yelled. "I told you to stay at the clubhouse!"

"I had more pressing things to do." Pixie argued back.

"Like what?" Clay growled.

"Like dealing with the pile of bodies in the warehouse." Pixie answered. "I thought you were gonna bring it up in church, but when you didn't I decided somethin' had to be done, and fast."

"So what did you do, darlin'?" Tig asked, folding his arms.

"Skeeter's gonna cremate the bodies for us."

"You spoke to Skeeter?" Clay asked.

"Yeah, I gave him a playboy mag to start him off, then Jax is gonna get a prop off of Luann to seal the deal." Pixie explained.

"And what about the blood all over the warehouse floor?" Tig asked.

"I'm gonna get Juice to come help with that, he's good with cleaning." Pixie told them. "See? Everything's under control."

"Except you did all this without bringing it up first." Clay growled.

"It wasn't like it needed to be put to a vote, those bodies had to disappear." Pixie tried to reason. "And I was gonna bring it up in church, but then I got booted, so I hoped you'd take some initiative, boss." Pixie challenged him.

"You are walkin' a fine line, kid." Clay growled, pointing a finger at Pixie.

"Clay, I did what needed to be done. Would you rather I disrupted everyone from their tasks to come babysit me all the time? Or just not do anything and allow the bodies to just stay untouched in the warehouse waiting for some plucky cop to find? When you patched me in it was under the assumption that I would hold my own and be an asset to the Sons, I made that promise to you guys, so you can't expect me not to live up to that."

"You should have told us you were going somewhere at least, babe." Tig stepped in, trying to diffuse the confrontation and calm Clay who was staring daggers into Pixie.

"You guys were all busy, it would have bothered you, Clay if I'd walked up and said I was heading out to deal with the bodies, and then it would've taken longer to negotiate what was gonna happen with them, giving more time for the Charming cops to go patrol the area and potentially find them. They do patrols around there every once in a while, so I wanted to make sure we were staying one step ahead."

"She has a point." Tig spoke up. "We need to get to Laroy, Clay, he'll get pissed if we aren't there when he arrives." Tig added, hoping to distract Clay.

"Fuck." Clay grunted.

"Should I come too? Or do you trust me enough to go back unsupervised." Pixie smiled at Clay, she knew she was egging him on, but Clay's behaviour was really frustrating her.