A/N: Alright, so let me know what you think about the end... It's not the end of the story, but I wasn't sure if I liked the ending to this chapter. Let me know?

Piney sat back with a shrug. "Right now, there's not much you can do… except look out for her. Personal opinion? You know… I think you two are a real cute couple. It's a shame that you're tryin' to hide it."

Filip smiled, a dark glint in his eyes as he leaned back, arms folded across his chest. "Aye. Should probably show Clay that I'm… fully capable of takin' care o' her while I'm at it. Ya know, show him that nobody will hurt his wee girl while I'm there."

Piney chuckled, raising his glass to the younger man. "I knew there was a reason I liked you, Scotty. I hope those knives you carry in your boot, and up your sleeve are more than just decoration."

Filip laughed as he poured himself a glass of the tequila that was sitting on the coffee table. "Nice, old man. At least ya eyes haven't gone yet."

"Thank God some parts are still working."

The Next Day

"Jax, what the hell is goin' on?" Tig asked, staring wide eyed at Nick and Filip.

Jax grinned, as he watched the two on the couch. Filip was laying down, with his head in Nick's lap, as she ran her fingers through his hair, talking in hushed towns, both smiling.

"Guess they're an item now," He said with a shrug.

"How's step-daddy feel about that?"

"You talked to him today?"

Tig shook his head, sticking his hands back in the engine of the Jeep Cherokee they were working on. "Not yet. Don't think he's left the office since he got here."

Jax grin grew bigger. "Yeah. Take a hint, and stay out of his way."

Tig grimaced. "That bad, huh? Why'd they come out of the closet now? I thought they were tryin' to keep it all low key."

"Clay found out anyways. Guess they just figured no point in hiding it anymore. Him and Clay talked for about an hour last night."

"Clay? Can I talk ta ya?"

Clay looked up, and glowered at Filip, who was standing in the door to his study. But he nodded, and indicated for him to close the door.

"Sure. Let's talk about how you took advantage of my hospitality, and started fuckin' my daughter. Wanna talk about that, Filip?"

Filip's face was carefully neutral, as he sat down on the other side of the desk. "I've been nothin' but respectful o' Nick. I ain't done nothin' with her, other than talk, hold her hand, an' hold her when she cries 'cause o' how much o' a dick ya are ta her.

"In a month, she'll be eighteen. Piney's agreed ta help me build a small cabin on his back forty. An' I plan on marryin' her."

Clay scoffed. "Really? You want Nicole as your Old Lady? Even if her mother and I agreed –which we don't –what makes you think she even wants to be an Old Lady? Or that she'd be good at it if she did?"

Filip smiled. "Well, I wasn't plannin' on askin' for ya permission. Again, she'll be eighteen in a month, an' she won't need ya damn permission. An' if she agrees ta it, it ain't really none o' your concern what kind o' Old Lady she is."

Clay eyed him dangerously. "You're messin' in shit you don't even understand, Irishman. Do not fuck with me," He said slowly, his voice nearly a hiss.

Filip's smile turned dark, as he stood, and leaned on the desk. "Oh, ya mean the shit with her ownin' the clubhouse? An' the garage? That shit I don't understand, Clay? An' what are ya gonna do ta me? Arrange for my… brake lines ta fail?"

Clay froze. "And just what the hell does that mean?"

"Oh, ya know what it means, Mr. President. We both know what it means. An' I'll warn ya: I ain't a man ya want ta fuck with. I don't want problems with ya, Clay; I really don't. But I love Nick, an' I mean ta marry her. I'll talk her in ta signing everythin' over ta ya. She doesn't need ta know anythin' else. All I ask is that ya leave us in peace. Don't stand in the way o' us gettin' married, an' you'll get what ya want. I promise that. 'Sides… what better way for ya ta keep an eye on her, than havin' her be a member's Old Lady, huh? This works out for both o' us."

Clay pondered on that for a moment, before nodding slowly. "Alright. You talk her into signing everything over to her mother, and I'll make sure Gemma goes along with you two getting married. Nobody else needs to know shit. Agreed?"

Filip smiled, and moved towards the door. "Oh, aye, it's agreed. But jus' in case… I took the liberty o' sendin' some letters ta Maureen Ashby. Ya remember Maureen, right? If somethin' happens ta me… Accidental or otherwise… She's ta mail those letters ta Jax, an' Piney. Ya know… Jus' in case."