Amalia Changretta was the granddaughter of the notorious under boss, Luca Changretta in New York. Her father followed in his footsteps, but once Amalia was born, he knew he never wanted her in the mob life.
Franco sent his fierce daughter off to a...
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Once Jax and the other members were back safely at the clubhouse, Ang insisted they had a party.
Making herself comfortable behind the bar with some of the crow eaters, Ang began handing out different kinds of alcohol to everyone.
As the night went on, Jax watched Amalia mingle with everyone throughout the club, smiling widely and propping Thomas on her hip while Abel was practically glued to his mothers side.
He could tell that behind her smiles and loud laughter, his wife was still pissed off about what happened with Tara the night before. Making a mental note to talk to her about it after the party, he smiled as she approached him.
Wrapping her arms around his waist, Amalia smiled up at her husband, receiving a smile and a kiss in return.
"We should give Ang a job as bartender." Amalia told him as she watched her aunt in her natural habitat.
Big Ang had worked in bars most of her adult life and even owned one when Amalia was in high school.
Ang had a habit of taking her to New York a few weekends a month to stay with her and have fun at her bar back then. Even with all of the fights Amalia had gotten into, she always had fun with Ang.
"Sounds good to me, babe." Jax smiled, looking back at Ang as well.
Jax and Ang had a pretty special relationship.
When Amalia and him had first started their relationship, she would talk him down from doing stupid things, make him happy again, or simply just put him at peace with her presence.
There was only one time when she had struggled to help him, and she immediately called her Auntie Angela. Her parents were in Charming to visit them along with Ang and as soon as she walked through the threshold, she took him into another room and had a long talk with him about shit that had happened with Clay.
It was when she had thrown her hands up and insisted they needed alcohol for the conversation because she never could understand Clay's motives at times that he knew she was someone special.
There was only one other person that compared to her and that was Venus Van Damme.
Although he liked her, he wasn't nearly as comfortable around Venus as he was around Ang. Besides his wife, Angela was the only woman who was allowed to grab his ass and make sexual jokes about him and Amalia.
"We should introduce her to Venus as well." He said, watching Amalia's face light up at his words.
"Oh, God. That'll be a sight." Amalia laughed.
Their conversation was cut short as Abel approached them rubbing his eyes tiredly.
Picking him up, Jax looked at his oldest son. "Tired, buddy?" He asked, receiving a nod in return.
