A vision of beauty and sensuality, Keesha glided towards the stage. And while all eyes seemed to be upon her, she had eyes for only one person. Jax.

      "You ready to take this celebration in private, Mrs. Jacks?" Jax growled.

      "You know it, baby," Keesha sighed as his lips met hers. "You know it."

      Her face now nearly two shades darker than her dress, Carly was so livid it was all she could do to take breaths, much less form words. Ever mindful of the cameras and reporters that were present, through clenched teeth she hissed at Jax.

      "What in the hell kinda stunt is this?!"

      "It's no stunt, Carly," Keesha answered in her husband's stead. Pausing, she gave a pensive tilt of her head as she eyed Jax. "Sweetheart, you did tell her, didn't you?"

      "Er…no, Darling," Jax admitted, somewhat hesitantly as he smoothly stepped in between his wife and partner. "I wasn't sure if your decision was final."

      "Oh, it's final, baby." Keesha's dark orbs were alight with wicked glee as she beheld Carly. "No way am I changing my mind."

      "If that's what you want…"

      "It's what I want, Sweetheart."

      "Would someone here like to tell me what the hell's going on?" Carly demanded. "Look, Mrs. Jacks," she spat as she edged closer to Keesha, "I don't care if he's your husband, this is my club and I make the rules." Still staring daggers at Keesha, Carly offered up her most vindictive smile. "And I say get the hell outta my club!" she ground out.

      "Sure thing, Carly."