Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy: Book 2

Luann & Georgie

WARNING: Chapter contains mentions of blood & violence.

Pixie got off the back of Jax's bike and pulled her helmet off, putting it on the handlebars as Jax sorted himself out too. Bobby parked up next to them and groaned, wiping his face before he stood up.

"You should've stayed put, Bobs." Pixie told him. "You shouldn't even be riding right now, mate."

"Luann needs support though, and the fresh air should do me good too." Bobby argued, though his tone made it seem that he was in agreement with Pixie.

"If you say so, Presley." Pixie responded as Juice came over and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"Bobby's gonna be fine." Juice assured her. "Bet Luann'll be pleased to see you though, she likes spending time with you."

"That's good, Luann's sweet." Pixie smiled. "Hey, if shit doesn't hit the fan this weekend, wanna have a video game sesh?"

"Oh, you're on." Juice grinned. "GTA?"

"Our lives are the motorcycle edition of GTA, bud, maybe somethin' that doesn't hit so close to home?"

"True." Juice agreed with a grin as the group began walking towards the main entrance doors which were propped open by bricks and ATF agents were filing in and out like ants in a nest. "Halo?"

"Yeah, maybe?" Pixie pondered. "Maybe you ought to try and teach Chibbie how to play."

"Ha, no way lassie, Juicy boy almost lost his mind tryin' ta' show me how wifi works." Chibs chuckled as he walked alongside them. "I fear fer his sanity if he tries anythin' more complex."

"True, you're a man of books, not tech." Juice responded. "Jax, you down for gaming if you're free?"

"Sure, but you can't cry when I beat you dorks." Jax grinned cockily.

"Ah, there's the ego we know and love." Pixie said sarcastically, earning a shove off of Jax as they wandered inside. The main studio room was in complete disarray as the ATF agents worked to clear everything up and catalogue it. There were racks of costumes, upturned furniture, and disassembled camera equipment. At the centre of it all stood a very haggard and stressed looking Luann holding sheets of paper as she addressed two forlorn-looking blonde women, they were both young, slim built, and very beautiful.

"Add these two cameras to the list." One ATF agent said as he bustled purposefully past the Sons, passing the equipment to another agent. The group looked around them, taking in the chaos and feeling sympathy for Luann as her hard-earned business was torn down around her.

"Here's half your retainers, I'll give you the other half at the end of the week." Luann said sadly to the girls whilst the Sons halted their advances, letting Luann get out what she needed to say to her employees. Luann was wearing a floral shirt, tight-fitting beige pants and brown sandals, with a silver hooped necklace and small diamond earrings. Pixie thought she looked a lot more dishevelled than how she usually presented herself and knew it was due to the fact that Luann was under so much stress. The beautiful blondes were in casual attire, the girl on the left had a blue and white polka-dot sundress that was low-cut and paired with a white cardigan and simple heels. Her hair was lighter blonde, sandier and had a natural curl to it that made her tresses frame her elven face prettily. Her eyes were dark blue and Pixie caught the intelligent sparkle to them. The other girl had darker blonde hair, almost brown, lighter eyes in an oval face and was wearing a hot pink velour tracksuit set, a white scoop neck t-shirt, Adidas trainers and large gold hoop earrings. Her skin had been fake tanned and her lips were positioned in an expressive pout. Pixie looked around her at the guys who were checking out the two women with awooga-heart eyes that made Pixie chuckle to herself.