Camaron Hayes has taken Abel and SAMCRO is currently searching for him. They are en route to Vancouver, where they believe Abel is located. Meanwhile, Gemma receives an unexpected call from an unknown girl in Ireland. The question remains: will Jax...
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Lillith sipped her champagne as she gazed over the lot of the clubhouse, that had been decorated with ribbons, balloons, and flowers. It almost felt like she was a guest and not the blushing bride who was the center of attention at this unique wedding reception. There was no desire from her to take center stage from the groom and VP who was working the room with swagger that made her lips curl in a smile, Even with Gemma and Layla's efforts of making the parking lot of the clubhouse as glamourous and elegant as a country retreat, The bride was eclipsed by the dashing Charm of Jackson Teller.
Not that she had been forgotten. She had been praised and congratulated by every member, woman, and child, fussed over and questioned until she felt as if her ears would fall off and her smile would permanently be fixed on her face if the wind changed. That's why she had moved to the quiet corner of the play area to escape. She knew she had received the attention because two hours ago she had become MRS Jackson Teller, and she was now the VP's wife, a fake wife but the hair-to-throne's princess nonetheless.
"A bride for two hours and you've let Jax off the leash already, I thought he would be well and truly Pussy whipped by now." Her Father's mocking voice made her look up from her glass. Looking gruff and handsome as usual his peppered dark hair swiped back from his face, his beard neat and shaped, in a black dress shirt with his worn kutte slung on top, her Father was a welcome sight to Lillith. "He seems busy." She said calmly as her eyes scanned the lot and landed on her husband's blond neatly buzzed head standing at the outside bar with Clay the President of the Mother Charter whispering in his ear.
"Yeah he and Clay have got some shit to wrap up, Clay is not known for knowing the difference between business and pleasure."
"And before that, he was talking to the Chinese president and the Irish one and the niner's president and the Mayan president, I didn't know all these charters liked being in the same area code as each other? and I don't think any of them know the difference between business and pleasure."
Chibs chuckled. "Oh, we're all friends."He looked around the room distastefully. "And Lassie, The Chinese don't have a charter neither does the Irish one or the Niners one, they aren't Clubs Sweetheart."
