Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy: Book 2

Family & Feuds

Warning: Mention of Blood and Violence. 

Lyla's hands gripped the bone-white porcelain of the sink in Gemma's main bathroom, her head was tipped down and the tears were falling thick and fast as she tried to calm the fear, anger, distress and pain in her heart, her blonde hair shielding her face. Lyla's mind was replaying the moment Kip had come limp-running from where he'd been smoking away from the kids, and over to where Lyla, Donna and Charlie were sunbathing on the grass whilst the boys were playing on the playground next to them. Charlie had sat up in shock, warning Kip about pulling his stitches, both women concerned at the way Kip's face had gone sheet white.

"We need to leave, right now. That was Ope saying Lowell just found a bullet dent in your wheel, Ly, someone shot at you on the highway." His voice had been full-on Sons-shit's-about-to-hit-the-fan mode, and Lyla had never seen this side of Kip before he was usually so laid back.

Lyla had gone into momma bear mode the second Kip's words had left his lips, scooping Abel up into her arms from where he'd been crawling around the grass, Donna had pretty much hurdled the low metal purple fencing surrounding the playground and had corralled Axel, Moby and Kenny, leading them out like ducklings whilst they'd asked the adults what was wrong. Lyla had assured them that they were just going back to Grammy's for lunch and that they were just excited as they were going to make cupcakes for dessert. She'd even managed a reassuring smile as she picked Axel up on her other hip, holding her babies closely. Lyla's blue eyes had been scanning for threats the whole way to the black Sons van they'd borrowed so they could transport everyone safely. Kip had picked up Moby and Donna had gone for Kenny to speed the mass exodus up and all four boys had been strapped into their car seats in record time. Kip had driven with Charlie in the passenger seat, Glock in her lap, hidden from view of the boys as the five-year-olds chattered away to each other, oblivious to the danger they were in. Gemma had met them at the driveway, with a disgruntled Ellie who wasn't understanding why she'd been taken away from the garage. That was until she'd taken one look at the other adults and had organised the boys into the house like a mother hen, distracting them by taking them into Jax's old bedroom to look for more toys to find, and had then wandered past clutching Jax's old metal bat once again. Lyla had coped long enough to listen to Kip's full recount of how they found the bullet, then as soon as he'd finished and left to go be with Chibs and to escort Donna to work, Lyla had gone to the bathroom, thrown up and was now struggling to find her composure.

Her baby boy had been in that car. Her sweet baby Axel-Colt; and someone had shot at them. Lyla recalled how she'd pulled onto the hard shoulder and took the hubcap off as it had been hanging off the wheel, looking at it in puzzlement before deciding she'd just drive back to Teller-Morrow for help. Lyla was suddenly so glad of her dizzy blonde moment; had she stayed and waited for a tow, she didn't want to think about what could have happened to her, or to Axel. All Lyla wanted to do now was cuddle Axel and Abel, hold her babies close and keep them safe, but she knew they'd worry if they saw her in the state she was in now. Axel was so observant, and she had to be careful what she said and did around the smart little five-year-old. He cared so much about his family, and she didn't want him to worry, he was too young to even fully understand. Hell, Lyla didn't even fully understand why she'd been targeted. Her fear was also down to the fact that she didn't know who'd shot at her, it could have been an attack from Zobelle or Weston, or it could have been Georgie Caruso coming back for her again after he'd had his bodyguard beat her face for not signing over to his company and staying with Luann. Lyla wanted Jax more than anything now, missing him terribly and wishing he was here, he'd be able to hold her and tell her what was going on tell her what to do next. She hated feeling vulnerable like this.

"Ly? Open up, honey, or I'm getting the butter knife and opening it myself." Charlie's voice came through the door, accompanied by a soft knock, Charlie's voice radiated care and big sister energy which Lyla responded to. She hugged her arms to her chest, wearing one of Jax's grey hoodies that completely swamped her slender frame, but she needed all the comfort it provided. Lyla shuffled over to the door, unlocking it and opening it a crack, seeing Charlie's soft green eyes and beginning to cry again, just feeling the weight of the situation crushing Lyla into the ground.