"Where the fuck are you, Jackson?"

I stared out the darkened window, watching as the traffic passed through Charming. The one car I was looking for was nowhere to be found. "Mommy."

I looked in the rearview mirror, sandy, blond curls bobbing up and down. "Yeah, baby?" I watched as she looked out the window, following the rain drops with her little finger.

"Daddy's late." She spoke. "Daddy's always late."

I let out a sigh, "He'll be here soon, sweetheart."

This was a typical meeting every other Friday with Jax. I would arrive at the designated time and sit here for almost an hour until his sorry ass showed up. It was always some kind of excuse. Club business was always the number one answer. It had been this way since the beginning, way before the courts got involved.

"Daddy's here!" Mabel's voice knocked me out of my thoughts. I watched as he swung his truck into the parking spot next to mine, a cigarette hanging from his lips. "Hi daddy!"

I shut the car off, removing myself from the driver's side. "What's the excuse this time, Teller?" I snapped as I began to remove our daughter from her car seat.

I hear him let out a sigh as he exited the truck, "There was a cat looking for some catnip and I just so happened to have some in my pocket." I looked over my shoulder at him in disgust, knowing what he was referring too. "You used to love my catnip." A smirk formed across his face.

"You're disgusting." I muttered, passing Mabel to her father. "She needs to go to bed early tonight so she'll be ready for her dance recital tomorrow. I don't want her eating anything sugary before bed and no TV while she's in bed."

He rolled his eyes, "She's four years old, Carter."

"My point exactly." I fake smiled, placing her duffle bag over his shoulder. "All her stuff is in there, have her ready to go by nine. She has to warm up with her little class before the performance."

He stayed silent as he buckled Mabel into her car seat. "You be good for daddy, okay." I pushed past Jax, wedged between him and the car as I gave her a hug and kiss goodbye. I could feel Jax's body against the back of mine as I held onto our daughter.

I gave her one last smile before backing up against his hard body, a grunt coming from his throat. I may or may not have done it on purpose, just making him loose his mind since he was late.

Once the door was closed, I turned to Jax to tell him the rules. "I don't want any of your whores over while Mabel's with you. It's your time with her and she doesn't need to be around those women."

A smirk formed across his face, "You jealous, Carter?"

I rolled my eyes, pulling my sunglasses out of my hair and back over my eyes. "I have no reason to be jealous."

He let out a laugh, "Luanne's new crop of girls look to be some competition. You're not getting any younger, sweetheart."

I opened the car door, pushing Jax's body away with the door. "Yeah-"I started as I took a seat. "It's competition if you're into the tween look. Most men want to look at a woman, not some flat chested teenager. Lucky for me, I got the assets that bring in the money."

I started the engine, giving Mabel one last wave, "I'll be at the studio if you need me." Jax simply nodded his head, giving me a small wave.

As I drove away, I already knew Mabel would end up at Gemma's. The last time Jax actually watched her all night was the night she was sick, and I couldn't get off early. CaraCara was scheduled to have a release party tonight and Jax was never one to miss that party. The Sons frequented the studio, not only for protection but also to score with all the new actresses. Those girls didn't know any better, fucking the guys in plain sight while others watched. That was their actual job and doing it on the side was not a problem. I had been working for Luanne for almost seven years, working my way to the top. I was just like those girls. Frightened by pilling bills and eviction notices. In order to get quick money, it was either porn or prostitution. At least with porn, you knew the person you were fucking was safe.

I pulled into the studio parking lot, noticing the red corvette parked in front. Luanne Delaney was the porn queen and made damn sure she was number one. She made sure she had the prettiest girls, sometimes even paying for plastic surgery so they would look the part. You don't have big tits, trust Luanne to hook you up with a surgeon and a couple weeks later you go from a B cup to a fucking DD. Most of the girls were fine to work with, knowing that I had been with Luanne for a while and that I would kick their ass if they crossed the line. There were a handful that felt the need to press my buttons, one girl in particular. She came in from the mid-west, daddy issues and the need to fuck anything with a dick packed away in her suitcase. I watched as Luanne transformed her into the "star" she is today. She was a star because she performed the acts that I never would. Ima Tite was desperate for a male's affection. Hell, she was desperate for anyone to put their hands on her, especially Jackson Teller.

"You're late, Carter." Luanne's voice yelled from across the building.

I let out a sigh as I walked to the dressing room, putting my bag down on the couch in the corner of the room. I looked at myself in the mirror, removing my denim jacket as Luanne helped herself into the room.

She stayed silent for a moment, "What's the excuse this time?"

I looked over at her, shrugging my shoulders, "Jax was late as usual."

Luanne knew all about Jax and I's relationship. When I first joined CaraCara, I was fucking 18 years old and scared shitless. I had no money, no family here, and I didn't know a single person in this town. How I even got too Charming was a fucking whirlwind. The only reason I found Luanne and CaraCara was because some old bastard at the bar I was working at suggested that I do "fuck films" as he called them. Never in a million years would I imagine myself being fucked on camera by men that I didn't even know. Hell, I even allowed a few girls to fuck me just to get more money. When I first started it was all about the money. The more outrages the film, the more money I received. I was able to get a nice apartment, a fancy car with automatic windows and a sunroof, and actually be able to take care of myself for once. I didn't have to rely on anyone to buy me food or give me permission to sleep on their sofa for the night. I was a working woman, even though the work I was doing wasn't your traditional 9-5 job. I had met Jax at a release party for one of my films. He was a fresh-faced prospect back then, weeks away from patching to a full member. He was the cockiest guy I ever met, knowing that he was gorgeous and using it to his advantage. I had avoided him for most of the night until he cornered me in the bathroom.

Before you jump to conclusions, NO- I didn't fuck him that night. In fact, it took him a good month and a half to get into my pants. I made him work for it unlike some girls around here. I wanted to be wined and dined. I wanted a date like you see in cheesy 80s movies. Just because I worked in the porn industry, I didn't want him to think I was easy. I knew that if I jumped into bed that first night with him, I would have ended up heartbroken and alone. It would have been a random hookup and that would be the end of it. I was afraid that he would leave once we had sex. A guy like him, that's typically what they want. They don't want to have a relationship, just sex and more sex. As time marched on, I learned a lot about him. He loved to read and write in these little journals he kept. What he was writing, I have no idea. Sometimes in the middle of the night, I would wake up and find him sitting in bed or in Mabel's nursery writing. Besides writing, the love for his family and club ran deep. Besides Gemma, the club was the only family he had. He grew up with the Sons and worked his way up the ranks of becoming Vice President. When I found out I was pregnant with Mabel, I was worried that Jax would flake out on being a father. He didn't seem to be the fatherly type, partying and going on runs wasn't your typical father activity.

That rainy Tuesday morning, a new light shown through Jax Teller's eyes as he held his daughter in his arms. Mabel Delaney Teller was the apple of her father's eye. From the moment she was born, she was wrapped around his finger. Fuck, she had the whole damn club wrapped around her little finger. She was the princess of Samcro, putting an invisible target on her back at a young age.

"You sure you wanna film today?"

I looked over at Luanne, giving her a nod. "Better to get it done and over with." I spoke as I removed my sweatshirt, leaving me in my sports bra.

Luanne stood there for a moment, her eyes hiding the truth she wanted to speak. "Everything okay with you?" I asked. "You seem a little off."

She nodded her head, giving me a small smile. "Everything's fine, sweetheart." I looked over at her confused. "Make sure not to tie the string too tight- "She paused. "These girls aren't the brightest stars in the sky."