Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy: Book 2

Next Generation

WARNING: Mentions of attempted sexual assault, gore and violence.

When the Sons came back from their Oakland excursion, Piney, Luann, Charlie and Gemma were waiting for them with the medical kits laid out in two areas. They'd jumped into action the second they'd gotten the call from Juice to say there were casualties, but everyone was alive and weren't in danger of dying any time soon. Now Gemma had something to focus on, she was coming back into herself more and almost found it relieving that the attention was diverted off of her. She was glad Luann was there though, Luann and Gemma had a friendship where words didn't always need to be said and yet they understood each other. Luann had greeted Gemma with a hug and a kiss on the cheek without asking about her injuries and just made coffee, then talked about how she was moving studios and how Gemma ought to come down and visit. Then they talked about Abel and Gemma felt like a normal human being for the first time since her abduction, it made her feel better and she was so grateful for that. She watched as Clay came through the door first, leading Bobby with bloody bandages around the top of his right shoulder and looking dishevelled and as though he was in significant pain. Then Jax followed, keeping the door open for Half-Sack who had a hold on a skinny younger guy with a mop of thick black hair, light brown eyes and a babyish rounded face. He looked to be of Latino descent and was a little shorter than Half-Sack, wearing an oversized black hoodie, blue jeans and chestnut cowboy boots.

"Who's this?" Gemma asked, her eyes homing in on the bloody bandages around the young boy's calf. He looked no older than nineteen and terrified as he locked eyes with Gemma.

"Jorge, ma'am." The boy replied. "Sorry for bleeding on your floor." He said, looking down at where the blood was seeping a little and dripping down off of his boot.

"Don't worry about it." Gemma assured him. "Take him to the back room."

"On it." Half-Sack nodded. "This way, dude."
"Alvarez is enlisting children now?" Gemma said, raising an eyebrow at Clay, who was loitering near her like he wanted to come to her side, but at the same time was wary of her. Gemma felt the same way, she wanted to take comfort in her husband, but the thought of his hands on her made her stomach turn into knots.

Clay shrugged. "Jax was a kid when he joined."

"Yeah, and his duties were fetching beer and mopping floors, not running around in warzones." Gemma tutted. She watched as the rest of the Sons filed in, looking weary and stressed as they settled into chairs and cleared the path for Chibs and Pixie who had an arm each around a tall black man with a bloody bandage on his temple and cornrows down to his shoulders. He was wearing a dark purple hoodie, black jeans and purple converse.

"And this is?" She asked, looking to Chibs and Pixie.

"I'm Sergio, good to meet you." Sergio spoke up, looking a little dazed.

"Sergio's tha luckiest bastard I've ever met." Chibs smiled. "Bullet graze to the temple."

"Jesus Christ!" Gemma gasped.

"Nah, this one's on Lil' P." Sergio chuckled and then winced. "She got me out of there."

"Ha, c'mon mate, into the back." Pixie ushered. "I can take it from here, dad, get to Bobby."

"Good, any issue, come get me." Chibs told her.

"Aye aye, boss." Pixie called over her shoulder. Gemma watched her go and saw a glimmer of something in Pixie's hazel eyes. Fear? Panic? Gemma wasn't sure, but she knew Pixie was holding on by a thread, pushing something horrific down so she could deal with and help the others. Bobby groaned as Chibs started helping him shrug out of his dark blue shirt which was covered in blood.