Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy: Book 2

Alpha VS Beta

WARNING: offensive language, mentions of drugs, and violence

Pixie let out an angry breath as she paced back and forth outside the bathroom where Lyla was helping Gemma to wash her face and calm down from the panic attack Clay had triggered. Juice strode into the studio from outside, head on a swivel as he looked for Pixie's pink kutte in the sea of people, spotting her on the far side of the building and jogged across.

"I'm gonna kill him. I'm actually going to kill him." Pixie seethed as Juice reached her. Juice wrapped his arms around Pixie's shoulders and pulled her against his chest in a tight hug, resting his chin on the top of her head, trying to calm Pixie down before she wound herself up and flipped out.

"I know, I've never seen Clay lay a hand on Gemma in anger before, he looked pretty shocked he actually crossed that line too." Juice commented, still in disbelief about what he'd witnessed. "Tig's just forced Clay to go back to the clubhouse, Jax is pissed."

"Not surprised. Clay knows Gemma's suffering from the trauma the attack caused her, he had no right to go at her the way he did." Pixie growled against Juice's chest.

"Yeah, deep breaths, cariño, you'll work yourself up otherwise." Juice prompted.

"What were you doing up here anyway?" Pixie asked, looking up at him.

"When you left, Chibs told me to go make sure you weren't in danger, I think I've been promoted to your personal bodyguard."

Pixie giggled. "You're a pretty good one, I'm glad you were here."

"Me too, you tend to get yourself in way over your head, but this time it was pretty okay, you didn't lose your shit."

I was gonna, but you brought me back." Pixie explained. "I've got half a mind to take a two-by-four to Clay's hands, teach him a thing or two about a 'good pounding'." Pixie quoted Clay's words.

"Hey, you taught him enough a lesson by that gut-punch you gave him." Juice reasoned. "And you gotta remember he's still our pres', you can't just attack him unless it's in a fight, and Chibs will kill you for starting one, and then he'll kill me for letting you." Juice said, trying to make light of the situation to calm down Pixie.

"Yeah, I guess." Pixie said, resting her forehead on Juice's shoulder whilst she tried to take deep breaths, inhaling his calming scent of pine trees, motor oil and the lime-scented cleaner he used.

"Right now, we just gotta be there for Gem and Jax." Juice reminded her. "You did a good job of protecting her."

The door to the bathroom unlocked and Gemma walked out with Lyla. Gemma still looked shaken and wide-eyed, but she'd stopped crying and seemed to be much calmer. Juice let go of Pixie so she could go to Gemma's side and hug her tightly. Gemma embraced Pixie and rested her head on the smaller woman's shoulder, feeling all the love and undying support radiating off of Pixie like sunbeams.

"Hey, Shady Lady." Pixie said gently. "You better?"

"A bit." Gemma mumbled. "Is Clay still here?"

"No, Tig took him away." Juice informed her, trying to show his support too.

"Good." Lyla nodded. "Where's Jax?"

"Out in the lot, he wanted to smoke for a bit." Juice explained. "Want me to get him?"

"Nah, I think we all need some fresh air." Lyla suggested, taking Gemma's hand and giving it a comforting squeeze. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." Gemma nodded, releasing Pixie who took her other hand and helped Lyla lead Gemma back to the main entrance with Juice making a path for the women. As Pixie passed by one of the offices she heard a low whistle of someone trying to get her attention and searched for the source, spotting Bobby in the doorway of one of them. He beckoned her over and Pixie told the others before she gently let go of Gemma's hand and darted across the studio towards him.