TP

Y/N had successfully kept three things under control: SAMCRO, their criminal business, and the fact that she’d secretly married Jax Teller six months ago. Then some woman put her hands on her husband. “You’ve got five seconds to stop touching him.” The clubhouse went silent. Tig blinked. “Why?” Y/N took Jax’s cigarette straight from his mouth, glaring at the woman. “Because he’s my husband.” Well. Two out of three wasn’t bad.