Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy: Book 2

Rider Down

WARNING: Mention of blood and gore.

"No matter wha' happens, no matter wha' Jimmy'll try an' do, I will keep ye safe, mo ghràdh. I promise ye tha'. I love ye, an' I will not let him harm a hair on yer head, mo nighean milis."

Chibs' words acted like a soothing balm for Pixie's pain as she focused on the ride ahead. Chibs had been just as shaken about the news of Jimmy's imminent arrival, his usually calm eyes had been hurt, scared and angry when he'd let down his walls during the Telfords' private talk in the trees before they'd rejoined the Sons to prepare for the rest of the journey. Pixie found it comforting that she wasn't alone anymore, Chibs was in the same frame of mind as her, but her fears of what Jimmy was capable of, should he feel vengeful towards the Sons, were strong in her mind and she felt trapped. The Sons were facing a battle with LOAN, and now Jimmy could threaten them further. She just hoped that the fact that the Sons were complying with what the IRA wanted would mean he'd leave them well alone. Chibs had assured her that in the worst-case scenario, they'd get Pixie away to safety if they thought Jimmy could be after her, but at the same time, she was tired of running, and she wanted to protect her brothers, if she had to leave them behind, she'd go insane with worry. Half-Sack watched Pixie as they rode along together at the back of the pack, worry clouding his face as he watched Pixie's soft frown and the way her front teeth were biting her bottom lip.

"Hey." He called over. Pixie looked up from the road to glance at him. "Fuck him." Half-Sack told her.

"Yeah." Pixie agreed, raising her voice so Half-Sack would be able to hear it over the wind. "Fuck Jimmy." She yelled a little louder, making Half-Sack grin. Chibs looked over his shoulder for a moment at Pixie's yell and gave a thumbs up to show his approval before returning his gaze to the road. That little vote of confidence, as well as Half-Sack's show of support, helped to rally Pixie's determination and morale. She pushed the situation to the back of her mind, in favour of focusing on the task at hand, which was rejoining the Sons parade to Eureka before they handed over the goods at the border. Pixie had no idea where the group was going, but Clay seemed confident as he rode up at the front, with Tig and Jax following close behind. Since the group had got back on their bikes, Bobby's had begun to sound like a pop-gun, whatever was wrong with the engine was causing it to bang and puff out black from its exhausts every couple of minutes or so. It sounded like an angry animal muttering as it roared up the road and the mechanic in Pixie was desperate to get bobby off of it as soon as possible before it landed him in serious trouble. From where he was positioned in the group, if his engine suddenly cut out, both Juice and Pixie would have to manoeuvre rapidly to avoid either crashing into or running Bobby over, and if Chibs and Half-Sack weren't fast enough pulling out of formation to allow Pixie and Juice to swerve, they could get caught up in the crash too. Pixie had tried to voice these concerns as soon as she'd heard the blasted bike start up again outside the Hayes' storefront, but had been dismissed by Clay and grumbled at by Bobby. It was like Bobby was desperate to prove he was right in this situation, maybe trying to make up for his blunder with Luann the day prior. Either way, Pixie was close to shaking him to get him to listen to her. The frustration of his bike was just mounting on top of her frustrations with him yesterday, and his apparent lack of self-preservation and survival considering he was happily mounted on a deathtrap that was busily trying to choke out the four unlucky Sons behind it. She was finally brought out of her worries again by the sighting of the Sons on a side road who were getting ready to merge with the Charming fleet, letting them take up the front again. Happy tucked himself behind Pixie and Half-Sack with his Nomad buddy beside him, Pixie made a note to herself to ask him his name when they finally stopped in Eureka, as Happy seemed friendly with him. He was quite a stocky guy, all burly muscles and leather, along with a blondish scraggly beard and wild blonde curls appearing out the edges of his black helmet. The second Happy saw Pixie's face when she looked behind her to give him a small wave, he knew shit had gone down. Once you got to know Pixie, you could read her face like a road sign, especially when she trusted you enough to let down her defences and show you what was really going on inside, instead of her calm VP demeanour. Happy estimated that the Charming group had only been gone for an hour or just over, and was puzzled as to what could have possibly have happened in that short a time to cause Pixie to look as spooked as she did. He knew they were picking up handguns from the Irish, that Cammy guy that he'd sat with when he'd taken a bullet to the ass, as well as his son, Edmond. Had they said something to Pixie? He knew that if they'd tried to put a finger on her, the Charming boys would have crushed them, and it hadn't looked like any of them had been in a fight, and Pixie's knuckles weren't red. Happy concluded that something must have been discussed to cause her to flip out, but what, he wasn't sure, and that bothered him immensely. He decided that when the Sons took a rest stop, Happy was going to talk to Pixie and get answers, and possibly make a trip to Denverton to pay the Hayes' a visit.