Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy: Book 2

Loose Ends

The second Pixie had dismounted off of her bike, Juice wrapped his arms around her middle and lifted so her feet barely touched the floor, carrying her bodily towards the clubhouse.

"J! I said I'm okay! Put me down!" Pixie protested, tugging at his arms to no avail. Juice had an iron grip when he needed to, and since they'd been working out together, Juice's muscles had become well defined and sturdy, which meant if Juice didn't want Pixie going anywhere, she wasn't budging.

"Nope, not until you tell me what the fuck happened at Cara Cara." Juice responded, striding through the open clubhouse door. "Guys, we need a family meeting." He announced to Happy, Chibs and Tig who were playing pool and darts. Chibs' eyebrows raised at Pixie struggling half-heartedly in Juice's arms.
"No, we don't." Pixie grumbled.

"Oh, aye we do." Chibs responded. "Bedroom."

Juice nodded and carried on down the corridor to Pixie's room as the other men followed along behind, looking at each other in a silent question. Pixie certainly looked a lot more dishevelled than when they'd last seen her, she had ink smudges all over her hands, her ponytail was looking rather distressed and her eyes were back to pensive and anxious. Tig moved past them and opened the door, then once everyone was through, locked it again and sat down on the footlocker whilst Juice released a mildly pissed looking Pixie.

"Where's Gem?" She asked, realising the majority of the guys were here.

"Went to the playpark with Jax, Axel and Lyla." Tig replied. "Ope's with Half-Sack up at the garage looking at TNT and Charlie's manning the phones. Clay's kicking around somewhere, still pissed."

"Man, that guy can hold a grudge." Juice shook his head. "You gonna tell them or shall I?" He asked Pixie.

"Tell us wha'?" Chibs prompted, going to lean against the edge of Pixie's desk and crossed his arms. Happy sat on the edge of the bed by Tig and pulled out a toothpick. Juice looked at Pixie, but when she stared down at the carpet, he shook his head and looked at the others.

"Honestly? I don't know. We arrived at Cara Cara to drop off Bobby's food, I went lookin' for Piney and the food there, Pixie came back like an hour later with her hands all smudged like that." Juice said taking Pixie's hands and showing them the ink stains. "And she looked like she'd had some kind of anxiety attack or somethin', but she's refusing to tell me what happened. Again." Juice finished, slightly exasperatedly.

"Was it Ima again?" Chibs growled, looking at Pixie.

"No, she wasn't there." Pixie mumbled.

"Wait what? Ima? The porn chick?" Tig questioned, straightening up and looking at Pixie, Happy doing the same.

"You still haven't told them?" Juice asked, looking back at Pixie.

"No, there hasn't been a good time and I don't want to think about it." Pixie said agitatedly, her index fingers going to pull at the sides of her thumbs. Juice spotted the action and pulled the chain loop from his kutte, putting it in Pixie's hands.

"They need ta know, love." Chibs said gently.

Pixie sighed and pulled out the desk chair so she could sit on it and rock the chair a little to ease her nerves and dispel the nervous energy. "Fine, but this is the last time I'm gonna repeat what happened."

"We're listenin', baby." Tig assured her. Happy giving a firm nod. Pixie regaled the details of her standoff with Ima again, getting thoroughly tired of retelling it, it just kept bringing back all the feelings again, and although Juice had made her feel so much better about the event, it was still uncomfortable and made Pixie feel vulnerable. When she'd finished, she looked up from where she'd been staring at her knees to see Tig and Happy, they were sat stiffly on their seats and Pixie could feel the silent rage radiating off of them.