She moved to come at me, but was held back by Shawn and Koz. I turned to face her and look into her eyes as I made my position clear.

"I don't care who you fuck," I said in a deceptively soft voice, "But you don't touch him. Do you understand me?"

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" she shrieked, "You can't tell me what to do!"

I turned back to Jax and showed her the Reaper on the back of my cut before moving to face her again. Her eyes were wide.

"This cut, is mine. Not a man's. Mine. As for who I am, my name is Jessica Crow; and I am one of the only women in the club. You, are nothing but a slut who spreads her legs for any of my boys whenever and however they want," my voice was quiet, but the club had gone silent, so it carried; "You will listen to what I say, or I will cut all your ties to these men. And while I'm sure they'll be pissy about it, I can guarantee they'll get over it because there are dozens of girls just like you waiting to be invited here. I'm sure they wouldn't mind some fresh meat."

As whistles and catcalls surrounded us, I smirked at the girl, who'd been silent as I spoke. Finally she opened her mouth.

"He didn't have an Old Lady last week," she said, smiling smugly.

My smirk widened and I turned to look at Jax, eyebrow raised.

"This is her?" I asked him.

Jax shoved his hands into his pockets and looked to the ground. I snorted out a laugh and shook my head, looking back at her. The smug smile she had on her face dimmed slightly at my reaction. I took a step towards her and the entire room seemed to tense. Very slowly, I lifted my mouth to her ear and whispered to her.

"I know all about you," I told her lowly, "And I know that you're one of the worse girls he's told me about. Oh yes, he's told me. You see, he's been mine for a while. I know all about all of you, and trust me honey; there weren't that many. You're barely a blip on his radar. So don't think your little tryst with him can hold a candle to what we have. Because while you're an easy fuck, something to help him de-stress from the bullshit; I'm the mother of his children. You touch him again, and I'm going to break each and every one of your fingers for touching what doesn't belong to you."

I stepped back and looked around at everyone, smiling easily as I turned back to Jax. I lifted his chin and looked into his eyes before kissing him sweetly.

"I'm going to go home and check on Emma and Abel," I said to him quietly.

His eyes searched mine and my smile was sincere. It was a club party, yes, but I knew I could trust him. I trailed my hand from his cheek to rest over his heart.

"You stay and have fun," I said before kissing him again.

That said, I gathered my things and walked out of the clubhouse.

(Narrator POV)

Jax, like most of the Sons there, watched as she walked out of the clubhouse and into the night. He glanced over at the crow eater, who was still being held by Shawn and Kozic.

"Let her go," he said with a sigh.

They did as he said and the crow eater thought that it had been a sign for her. She stepped forward, a seductive look on her face, only to stop dead as Jax shook his head at her. She stopped where she was, confused, and Jax looked towards the door; the door Jesse had left through, before shaking his head again. He turned and walked away.

"You're gonna wanna listen to Jess on this," she heard a female voice say from her right, and she turned to see one of the porn stars, turned Old Lady, from CaraCara, "She will kill you and do it with a smile on her face."

She seemed to think this over for a moment, and recalled the frosty look of hate in the brunette's eyes before shuddering. The porn star was right, whoever this Jessica Crow bitch was, she wanted nothing to do with her. She walked towards the backyard, deciding that fresh air was what she needed, and met up with some of the other girls who were outside smoking.

"Are you okay Daisy?" one of them asked her.

"Yeah April," she said, lighting up a cigarette of her own, "I'm fine."

"So, Jax Teller is off the market?" another voiced.

Daisy nodded her head, "Yeah. And let me tell you, his Old Lady; Jessica? She's the like uber version of Gemma. You don't want to mess with her."

She let out a breath of smoke and absently rubbed the back of her head. She was sure she'd have a massive headache in the morning.