Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy: Book 2

Club Crisis

WARNING: Mention of Blood & Gore. This chapter is dark and heavy, so I'd recommend grabbing a blanket, snack, drink, tissues and something to snuggle before you read.

Pixie, Jax and Chibs talked more about Jax's vision for the club and how he wanted to steer it when he was inevitably going to become president. Pixie knew most of this anyway, but thought it was important for Jax to tell Chibs so it wouldn't be just her backing Jax up all the time or talking him down when he got fired up. She also reiterated her promise to Jax to read the manuscript too, and when all three decided they were firmly on the same page, they talked about the church meeting that was looming over them. Pixie confessed her idea about Otto being allowed a say in the decision too, since it was his attack they were avenging, and Jax agreed, so as she sat in between Chibs and Jax, she called Laroy's number.

"Lil' P." Laroy greeted cheerily after the third ring. "You all good, sister?"

"Hi Laroy." Pixie replied. "I'm okay, hope you're good, brother." added honestly, compassion in her voice.

"S'all okay, anythin' I can do?" Laroy assured her, sounding like he was smiling at Pixie's concern for his wellbeing.

"Yeah, actually, are you able to get a message into Otto?" Pixie asked hopefully as Jax and Chibs listened in.

"Sure, when do you need to talk to him? I can get my guard to put him on a phone line so you can talk direct, just give me a time." Laroy told her. Pixie's gave a small squeak of excitement and Jax grinned and gave her a nod.

"Four pm?" Pixie asked, trying to keep her voice level.

Laroy could sense she had a lot riding on this phone call. "I'll make it happen, keep me posted, Lil' P."

"Thank you so, so much Laroy, I'll make it up to you, bro." Pixie replied, her tone sweet and joyful.

Laroy's laugh came down the phone. "Kid, you paid me double what I asked, and saved a brother's life, you're all chill." He insisted.

"Hm, I'll think of something." Pixie decided, wanting to make sure that there would always be some kind of trade-off to stop anyone feeling like she was asking too much. "You're the best, honestly."

Laroy chuckled. "See you around, Lil' P, you need anythin' else, lemme know."

"You too, Laroy, I got your back." Pixie agreed before she hung up and looked wide-eyed at Jax. "You think Clay'll listen to Otto?"

"He better, Otto thinks the world of us, he's a good Son. Did shit for us that I'm not sure most would." Jax told her, shaking his head as he thought about Otto's predicament.

"He was close with JT too, right?" Chibs queried, hands idly stroking the worn tan leather of the manuscript's cover.

"Yeah, JT thought of him like a kid brother, wanted Otto to learn how to be a good Son through his guidance and Piney's. Remember bein' a kid and seein' Piney, JT and Big Otto sat out on the back porch just drinkin' beer and talkin' 'bout the club and it's future whilst Opie, Tommy and me played ball." Jax reminisced with a faraway look in his eyes and a sad smile. "Crushed Piney when Otto got sent to the hole, he lost JT and Otto in the space of a couple years."

"When did JT pass and Otto get sent down?" Pixie asked gently. "Not tryin' to pry, I'm just thinkin'."

"S'okay." Jax assured her with a half-smile and a little shoulder nudge. "JT died in ninety-three, Otto went down in ninety-five, just as Clay started really shaping the club to what it is now." He explained. Chibs studied Pixie's face, seeing there was something she was piecing together in her mind, and he catalogued it for something he wanted to ask her about later, away from Jax.