When Chibs had decided to set up the meeting between him and his nemesis the other man had been all too eager to accept the opportunity, even on such short notice. There had been something in his tone even over the phone that indicated that he thought his presence would mentally unravel Chibs, and although he'd never know it, he had been right. With less than an hour before the other man was set to arrive, Chibs was sitting on the meeting table nervously dangling his feet like an antsy child. In front of him, his wife paced back and forth checking and rechecking the weapon in her hands as if the bullets might have somehow disappeared in the time since the last check. Tig and Bobby stood off to one side of the room looking for all intents and purposes like they were lost. Although both men believed Chibs was strong enough to be in an authority position in the situation, neither were used to being simply silent and passive and therefore both looked like they'd rather be anywhere else.

Suddenly, Nero peered his head into the room nervously. "The IRA guy is here. He's got a younger fella with him too."

Chibs stood up automatically wanting to straighten his phantom cut, letting his hands fall to his side once he remembered that all he had on was a dark blue button up shirt. "I'll meet him at the bar first," after a pause he added "tell one of the girls to take the younger guy to a back room. We don't want him being a thorn in our sides"

Nero lowered his voice, so that just Chibs could hear what he was saying "you're not going to kill the O'Phelan guy here, are you?"

"Just entertain him until I'm ready to see him," Chibs growled in response.

Taking in his glare Nero backed out of the room. "Okay Esse, but don't expect me personally to give him the same treatment you want for the other guy. I am not offering to give him a blowjob."

As soon as Nero left the room, Chibs stood up from the table. Despite wanting to appear calm and confident he felt like a newborn fawn taking it's first steps. If Jimmy had already been in the room he would have likely leered at the Scotsman, but he would see a far more composed version of him.

After a few moments of composing himself he nodded to Tig and Bobby. Before walking out of the room he softly patted his wife on the shoulder, "It's going to be okay love."

Jimmy was sitting at the bar talking with Nero. There was something that almost looked deceivingly normal about the conversation as if two friends were chatting over drinks until Jimmy spotted the approaching trio and rose from his seat. With a sneer he took in Chibs' lack of a cut. "So the rumors about you being kicked out of the club are true."

Sensing that Chibs was about to snap, Bobby stepped in to answer "he wasn't kicked out."

Jimmy offered a raised eyebrow of disbelief as a response. "What did you do with O'Rourke?"

"The last thing I need is a gun pointed at my head while we're trying to talk," Chibs sneered in response.

Jimmy held up his hands in mock innocence, his voice dripping with fake concern as if he knew it would unnerve Chibs even more "you don't trust me?"

Instead of answering him, Chibs turned to Tig "pat him down."

Tig grinned, walking behind the Irishman before leaning close enough that his lips brushed the other man's ear "It's nothing personal."

Although to Chibs it was all very personal, watching his nemesis look truly panicked made it all worth it.

For a short time the two men stared at each-other as Tig patted down Jimmy. Then suddenly, shortly after Tig had pulled a small handgun out of his back pocket and tossed it to the side, Jimmy growled violently and whipped his head around to glare at the other man. "Get your filthy hands away from my prick!"

Tig redacted his hand in mock embarrassment "I could have sworn I felt a gun down there."

Jimmy snorted, "are you done humiliating me, or is that the whole reason you invited me here so Trager could grope me?"

Chibs shook his head no before gesturing towards the meeting room "we'll talk in here."

Before Jimmy could even register her presence, Fiona had her gun pointed at his head and Chibs noted that his wife had managed to plaster on an icy stare. "Sit down!"

Instead of obeying, Jimmy turned to Chibs almost incredulous "Jesus Christ, you invited the crazy bitch?"

Something in Chibs snapped at the comment. Eventhough he knew that he was reacting exactly how Jimmy wanted him to react, he felt rage bubbling up inside of him about to erupt like a boiling volcano and he felt as soon as he finally got the other man to sit down he'd choke the life out of him with his bare hands. "Do exactly as she tells you, you filthy coward!"

Instead of obeying him Jimmy let out a loud, cocky laugh "Coward? I'm not the one relying on a woman with a gun to protect me."

The entire room became aware of of the flipped switch in Chibs' posture as prepared to literally pounce on the other man. For a second, Fiona almost dropped her gun, prepared to step in and save her husband from himself, but Bobby sprung into action first, placing himself between the Scotsman and his target. "Hey brother, remember why you wanted to have this meeting."

Chibs took a deep breath and nodded before shooting one last withering glare at his nemesis.

Something in the glare made Jimmy realize that if he kept pushing buttons he truly could end up dead and his self preservation instinct kicked in and without even bothering to sling a snarky remark in the other man's direction he sat down crossing his hands in front of him on the table.

As soon as Jimmy sat down Bobby moved to return to his position near Tig and Chibs took another glance around the room to make sure everything was in place. The layout of the room wasn't completely ideal and he realized this now. Behind Fiona, there was an open doorway. However, something told him that Jimmy was intelligent enough to know that if he made a move towards the doorway his brains would be splattered all over the wall. This made him feel safe actually sitting down in front of the other man on the table.

From across the table Jimmy glowered at him, apparently having regained at least a portion of his bravado or at least the ability to fake it. "Care to explain to me why I've endured so much humiliation at your hands today?"

Rather than outright answering his question Chibs growled "Who is your mole?"

At first Jimmy acted as if he didn't know what Chibs was talking about, cocking his head almost as if he was trying to play the confused child who had no clue he'd done anything wrong. "What makes you think I have a mole?"

Chibs pressed on, strengthened by hearing the sound of his wife chambering a round in her gun. "Somebody told you she wasn't killed in a car accident. Who was it?"

Rather than speaking to Chibs, Jimmy turned to look at Fiona. "You can't escape me. I'm everywhere."

A quick glance at his wife told Chibs that although she wanted to remain in control, Jimmy's icy gaze was shaking her. His first instinct was to keep her safe and he grabbed the other man's chin with his uninjured hand, sharply jerking his head around so he was forced to face him.

At first Jimmy fought him, angrily trying to jerk away and glaring like a venomous snake wanting to strike. However, his head hit the cold steel of the gun barrel and instead he stopped to regard Chibs, puffing his cheeks out in annoyance.

"Who is your mole?!" Chibs repeated. Then, before Jimmy could answer an idea hit him "Is Jax the one who told you about my wife and daughter?"

Jimmy raised an eyebrow as if he was doubting who's family Fiona and Kerrianne would most qualify as, but his words had clear implications. "Why would I sleep with Jackson Teller?"

"The mole's a woman?" Fiona asked, speaking for the first time since she'd demanded Jimmy take a seat.

"Doesn't have to be a woman." When Tig's response was met with blank stares from every other person in the room he shrugged "I'm just saying."

Although he looked deeply offended, both Chibs' hand still on his chin and the gun pressed to the back of his head seemed to make Jimmy decide to continue speaking, if only to reaffirm his heterosexuality. "She gives me what I need and I give her something she wants."

Chibs was about to question whether the supposed symbiotic relationship was an overestimate of Jimmy's own sexual prowess or his own form of toying with them, but he never got the chance. Seconds after the words had left his nemesis's mouth a loud shot rang out piercing the closed wooden door from the outside. His immediate reaction to the shot was to immediately give his nemesis whiplash by again violently jerking his head to the point where the chair he was sitting in almost toppled over. Around him, the room exploded into terrified chaos.