Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy: Book 2

Bad Memories

Pixie felt her heart beat hard in her chest with exhilaration as she cruised through the streets of Charming with the rest of her charter and the others following along behind them. Happy was just behind Pixie with a couple of Nomads and she could tell he was enjoying himself just as much as she was from the way the corners of his mouth was turned up just a little. There was something so satisfying about roaring through the usually sleepy town centre, car alarms blaring due to the sheer volume of bikes riding through, their engines a cacophony of powerful thrums. Onlookers watched the procession with a mixture of awe and nervousness, chatting to each other and pointing as the Sons cruised by. When the Sons passed by Impeccable Smokes, Pixie spotted Ethan Zobelle in a blue shirt, tie and black business slacks on a stepladder, hanging up a green sign for his store with one other worker in a plaid brown shirt and jeans. They paused what they were doing to watch the army of anarchists riding by, distaste on their faces. Clay and the Sons made eye contact and Pixie gave a small wave of her fingers, staring daggers into Zobelle. She couldn't prove he had anything to do with what happened to Gemma, but Pixie just knew like the rest of the Sons, and she wanted Zobelle to know that too. Pixie wanted him to know who she was, and what she was capable of, begging him to dismiss and discriminate her so he would be all the more surprised and frightened when Pixie got her revenge. You won't know how, you won't know when, you won't know where, but I'll be coming for you, shithead, Pixie's face seemed to say. Zobelle sure as hell caught the look along with the other grim faces of the Sons during the seconds he got to look at them, and the small woman in the pink kutte as they flew past. He'd heard about her and watched them go, as if seeing a horde of rabid dogs running through the streets until the last few had disappeared over the horizon.

The Sons blasted away from the town and out onto the open valley roads, noting but tarmac and wilderness surrounding them, and Pixie couldn't be happier. "Woohoo!" She howled, making Half-Sack laugh next to her, giving a hoot of his own. Pixie looked at him and pointed to the road. "This is what bein' a Sons all about! Man, I've missed this!" She called over to him, keeping her speed and her distance firmly checked so she didn't break formation.

"Totally!" Half-Sack agreed. He hadn't been on any big rides like this before, the last run he'd done was when they'd ridden up to Indian Hills, and he was already in love with the feeling of all the Sons together. There was nothing like powering down the hills and country roads, raising hell and burning rubber. "This is gonna be fun!"

"Hell yeah!" Pixie agreed. She could see her family up ahead all working in unison and it made her smile, it was possible to get everyone together and on the same page, it was just a struggle to get them there. Pixie was hopeful that this morning would be the end of the drama for today and she'd get to enjoy a fun adventure out with her family, even if it meant smuggling guns she wasn't wanting to be a part of. Even though she didn't agree with the gun-running, she'd be damned if she let her brothers do it without her there to potentially protect them from whatever dangers lurked around the corner. Being out on the road and riding allowed Pixie to think a lot of things over, as riding kept her hands and brain busy, helping to slow down the torrent of thoughts that usually clouded it. With that being said, Half-Sack quickly found that Pixie was as hyperactive on two wheels as she was on two feet. If she wasn't drumming out a backbeat to a song playing in her head on the handlebars of her Old Glory, she was rubbing her thumbs against the rubber grips there or straightening out her legs a little and shifting her weight, occasionally standing up and stretching as if it was the most natural thing in the world. The first time this happened, Half-Sack had forgotten about Pixie's stunt-riding abilities and had caused him to do double-take, which had made Pixie giggle. Just to stop Pixie from distracting him too much, they'd ended up devising a colour game where if they spotted anything purple, red, blue or orange, they had to shout it out before the other participant in the game.