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"So," you walked hand in hand with Jax through the darkness to the door of the clubhouse, "Do you think they'll like me?"
Jax smiled, stopping at the entrance, "Nope." He turned at your lighthearted scoff.
"Gee thanks Mr. Crow," you teased, squeezing his hand.
Leaning in with that crooked little smirk of his that drove you crazy, he kissed the top of your head. "They're gonna like you so much they just might forget all about me," he laughed.
You shook your head with a smile, following closely as he lead the two of you in, where greetings and welcomes were hollered out with amusing love.
"Well, well, well," a curly headed, icy eyed, somewhat almost intimidating man approached. "You must be the little minx that our young Jackson has been talking about non stop," he teased, giving Jax a playful nudge.
"Yeah, yeah," Jax shooed him off with a chuckle, "just keep the hands on the eaters Tig."
"Will do," Tig held up his hands, turning to leave, but leaning down to peck your cheek first.
"Tig!" Jax barked with laughter.
Tig held his hands higher up, "Welcome to the family!"
