A Princess in Charming

Chapter Eight: Jax

"Where's Clay and Corinthos?" Jax asked his mom, walking into the garage office.

"Chapel," Gemma replied shortly. "Anyone gonna tell me why he thinks you knocked up his daughter?" She stood up and put her hand on her hip.

"Long fucking story," Jax shook his head. "I need to get in on that meeting... and I need you to go and get me the engagement ring that dad gave you."

Gemma raised an eyebrow, "Why?"

"Just fucking do it!" Jax huffed before storming off to the chapel.

He found Clay seated at the head of the table with Corinthos on one side and the rest of the crew spread out around them. The seat on Clay's left side had been left open for Jax as a show of respect for his position. He took a seat.

"Clay here tells me you're his second in command?" Corinthos was now eyeing him with a wary respect.

Jax just slowly nodded.

"You realize that if I EVER even get the HINT that my little girl is unhappy it'll be all out war, right?" Corinthos was not kidding.

"Trust me, she's happier with me than she ever was with you." Jax couldn't help but taunt the man who was the picture of parental failure. It was obvious that the man loved Kristina but that didn't excuse all of the pain that he had caused her. When the fuck had he started giving a damn about this chick? He was beyond fucking screwed.

"Shimmer down, Jax," came Clay's warning.

Corinthos ignored Jax and turned to address his stepfather. "Clay, you know my terms for SAMCRO operating a charter out of Port Charles. No drugs or weapons are to come through my territory and you're to stay the hell off of the Feds radar."

"Understood," Clay nodded. "And in return, we will take care of any problems for you that come up out here. Yeah, Happy will take care of that."

"I'm happy to do it," Happy smirked and Tig hit him upside the head.

"And you," Corinthos turned his attention back to Jax. "Kristina better have a ring on her finger before she gives birth. No grandchild of mine is going to be born a bastard. Are we clear?"

"Crystal," Jax smirked although he was now concerned. Making Kristina his old lady before she had the kid wouldn't be a problem but what the fuck were they going to run in Port Charles if not guns? The club didn't deal in anything else. Did Clay have a new revenue set up or was he honestly thinking of double-crossing Jax's future father-in-law?