It has been said there are defining moments in every person's life; events, occurrences so profound no matter how hard one may try otherwise, they are never forgotten. Until the day she drew her last breath, Carly Corinthos would always remember the eerie calm Keesha Ward Jacks exuded.

      Right before she blew the bottom out of her world.

      "There's just one lil' problem, boo." Returning Carly's dagger-like stare, Keesha's smile was nothing short of triumphant as her next words were spoken. "It's not your club. It's mine."

      "What? Huh? Your club?!" Carly stammered.

      "Yep. Allow me to explain. Do you know what today is, Carly?"

      Taking the bait, Carly responded. "April 22^nd," she muttered.

      "That's right. It's also my birthday. Now that probably doesn’t mean a damn thing to you, but to me? Oh, it's a wonderful thing. Know why? Because my darling husband here," she flashed a dazzling smile at Jax who merely stood by and watched the massacre unfold, "told me that I could have anything my lil' heart desired on that day. Anything, Carly," Keesha prompted. "Anything."

      Comprehension still eluding Carly, Keesha tried once again.

      "I'll give you three guesses as to what I asked for. And the first two don't count."

      "No…." Carly staggered back, shaking her head in disbelief. "You wouldn't!"

      "I would."

      "You didn't…"

      "Oh, but I did, boo," Keesha laughed. "I did!"

      "You mean to tell me…" Carly's words trailed off. To verbalize the thought was too painful.

      "Uh-huh. Guess who now owns 90% of Tempest?"

      "No. I will not work with you!" Carly hissed.

      "Do I look like I care if you won't?"

      "I'll run it into the ground before I work for you."