A/N: Again, I apologize for neglecting this story for over a year. Lost my muse but it's back. This story is almost done. Here, we go!

The morning after Jax had taken care of Zobelle, he and Darien were exiting the SAMBEL club house after coming out of church, when he and Darien saw two men in suits talking to each other. He lit up a cigarette and walked over to them. He held out the open pack to Darien and he declined. The men in the suits looked both of them over and nodded at them. Jax glanced at the two of them while taking a drag off his cigarette.

"What's up fella's?"

The taller of the two men with the goatee took off his sunglasses. "I am Ivan and this is my bruhzer, Sergei Putnam. Our boss is, Yorgi Ivanov. We're here to talk to you, Jax," he answered.

"Alright, how can I help you?"

Ivan stepped forward. "Yorgi say, he wants meet now. He have proposition for you. He say, you and bruhzer in law only. He not trust auzer American or SAMBEL members. Say this has do vith you, Teller. Bruhzer in law is for business." They handed him the directions and walked back to their vehicle and left after that.

Jax dropped and stomped out his cigarette. Shaking his head as he did so. He knew who they were talking about but wouldn't believe it until he saw it. He nodded at Darien and motioned towards their bikes. Without hesitation, Darien followed him and they went inside the SAMBEL club house.

Some time later, they exited the club house together. Just before he got onto his bike, Jax's phone rang. He stepped away to answer and Trinity shuffled passed him and embraced Darien. He kissed her on the head and looked her over.

"You alright, beautiful?" he asked.

She shook her head. "Tha' mornin' sickness is bad today," she somewhat whined.

"Then you should go rest, baby. I'll bring you back some stuff to settle your stomach when I get back," he replied comfortingly.

"Alrigh', I love you," she said gave him a kiss.

Jax looked at him and waved him over. Darien stopped at the motorcycles. "I guess we go and see this business through?" he asked.

Jax dropped and stomped out his cigarette. "You pussing out?" he asked and exhaled his smoke.

"Fuck you," Darien answered with a laugh.

"Didn't think so. Yea. Let's get this over with."

They headed out and followed no speed limits. They were riding with a purpose. Within an hour, they arrived. They set their backs on the kickstands and walked to the meeting spot. The Russians weren't there just yet. When the SUV's pulled up they stood calm with their hands visible.

"Just let me do the talking until they address whatever is they need to with you," Jax instructed and Darien nodded.

Yorgi Ivanov stepped out of the SUV with a cigar in his mouth. He walked up to the two men with his bodyguards behind him. He shook both men's hands before taking the cigar out of his mouth. He looked between them and nodded. They looked back waiting for him to talk although they were getting impatient.

"Crowsam. Thank you for meet. You like gift, Yaxon?" he asked.

Jax nodded. "Very much. He's taken care of. Thank you, Mr. Ivanov."

"Please, call me, Yorgi," he requested. "Yaxon, we have meeting with Cartel. Thank you much," he said happily with a yellow smile.

"That's good," Jax replied. "Don't be to be short but I gotta finish getting things taken care of before I head back to the States."

Yorgi nodded. "Understand. So, proposition for you. Once deal made with cartel, I give CROWSAM ten percent for two year. Finding fee. Zen we give BELSAM five percent for running of guns. Ponimayu?"
"Sure..." Jax replied confused by what that meant. "That sounds like a good deal but how about you give SAMCRO fifteen percent, SAMBEL ten and you keep the finders fee?" Jax countered.
Yorgi thought for a moment and dropped his cigar on the ground. "Zat, sounds, we have deal." he replied with a smile.

Jax shook his hand and Darien spoke up. "What business do you have with me?"
Yorgi frowned. "Da. You owe protection fee. You late with pay. Zats extra five thousand you owe," Yorgi said and angrily pointed at Darien. Suddenly he pulled a Desert Eagle on Darien. "You pay now or I take your life instead. No hurt my feelings."

Darien glared and bared his teeth but tried to keep his tone even. "There's no fucking need for that. I'm aware it's late and have your money. Put the fucking gun down and I'll give it to you."
Yorgi slowly lowered his Desert Eagle and his posture stiffened. Darien pulled a wad of cash out of his kutte and slapped it into Yorgi's hand and muttered, "Fucking prick." Yorgi did a quick count and nodded. "Sank you. No take personal. Jus' business. I take leave. Yaxon, good luck with trip back to America. Darien, see you around."

Yorgi had his bodyguards follow as walked to his SUV and got in. The other Russians stood in wait until his SUV was out of site. At that moment, Jax nodded to Darien. Darien pulled a small remote out of his kutte and pushed the top button. In the distance an explosion was heard. Shrapnel from Yorgi's SUV was seen flying up in the air. As the Russians turned back around to take aim on Jax and Darien, Opie and SAMBEL appeared with guns blazing and killed the other Russians except for the original messengers, Ivan and Sergei.

Once they made sure the Russians were dead, Opie finally walked over to them. "What the fuck is all about, Jax? And why are these two guys still alive?"

Jax lit up a cigarette and nodded to Darien. Darien smiled and sat on his bike "I git this guys," he said to the two Russians. "These guys let in on a secret. Ivanov's nephew is the next in line to take over. He want's to move the operation out of Ireland and get out of the gun trade because of how messy it can get. He also knows the Irish have enough fucking problems."

Sergei, the one with blond hair spoke up. "Borya prefer to work with the mafia and stay within Russia and Czechoslovakia. Ireland not to his liking. With Yorgi dead, Borya take over."

"Why turn on one of your own?" Opie asked confused.

Then Ivan stepped in. "We not like how Yorgi kill so many Irish when the yhelp cause not their own. We want heal relationship with Irish. Only way Borya take over is with Yorgi dead and thst take too long to happen by itself. Yorgi become too drunk with power. Matter of time before Yorgi turn ze power on his own people. We decided he need to be replaced."

"Things will be better with Borya and we no come back here. Best for all around."

Opie just nodded. "That's why you and Darien locked yourselves up in the clubhouse this morning for almost and hour?"

"Yep," Jax simply replied.

"Sergei and Ivan provided us information via email. We read it over and planned this out. Now we plant this hit on the Irish Kings, let the IRA take credit for it and SAMBEL will return to their old ways," Darien added.

"Thanks guys. Have a safe trip home and may we never do business again," Jax said to the two Russians.

"We can only hope," Ivan replied and left with Sergei.
With that, they burned the IRA symbol into the nearest tree and then marked the symbol of the remains of the SUV. After they left, the placed an anonymous call to have the local police look into it. When they arrived to the SAMBEL Clubhouse, the celebration began. Drinks and women galore. Jax and Darien each had a pint of Clonmel 1650. Jax stopped the celebration when Trinity came in and sat next to Darien. Darien welcomed her with a kiss and put his arm around her.

"Alright guys," Jax began. "Good news and bad news. The good news is, SAMBEL is officially, clear of the fucking Russians!" Everyone cheered and raised their glasses. Some of the spilled their beer. "The bad news, well there is two. One, you guys can't be mad at Darien no more. He's the reason we got cleared of the Russians," there were some displeased murmurs and a few taken a back stares. "The other bad news is that Darien might be getting so drunk here in a minute that he won't remember tomorrow if things go right."
Suddenly all eyes were on Darien. "Well, go ahead asshole," Jax said with a grin while Opie watched inquisitively. Darien stood up and in front of Trinity.

"We've been together for a while now, Trinity and you're going to be giving us a beautiful daughter who will have my eyes and the rest of her looks from you if she's lucky," he said and Trinity laughed with the others.

"I know you speak traditional Irish so I wanted to say this," he took a deep breath.
"An ndéanfá dom an biker Meiriceánach is áisiúla agus is sona dom ar fud an domhain trí ligean dom an chuid eile de mo shaol a chaitheamh ag cur i gcuimhne dom é agus é a chaitheamh chomh sásta agus is féidir liom, leis an onóir a bheith agam mar fhear céile?"

As he finished saying that, he was on one knee and holding out a box with a teardrop cut, sapphire diamond ring. Trinity's hands were covering her mouth and tears were running down her eyes. The room was silent. Trinity whispered, "An gciallaíonn sé seo go bhfuil tú ag fágáil an chlub?"

He nodded his head and she shouted, "AYE!" and kissed him passionately. He put the ring on her finger and the room erupted in cheers as they covered him in beer and each club member had a shot of Irish Whiskey for him. As per tradition, he had to down each one.
Trinity had to drag him back to the apartment with Jax's help.
When they laid him on the couch, Jax looked at Trinity. "Tell him whenever he wakes up tomorrow, to come to my room. I need to talk to both of you tomorrow. It's important. It's the last thing I need to do before I leave back for the states. Aside from assigning new office to SAMBEL."
"alrigh', Jax," Trinity agreed and hugged him. "Love ya."

Translations:
An ndéanfá dom an biker Meiriceánach is áisiúla agus is sona dom ar fud an domhain trí ligean dom an chuid eile de mo shaol a chaitheamh ag cur i gcuimhne dom é agus é a chaitheamh chomh sásta agus is féidir liom, leis an onóir a bheith agam mar fhear céile?

Would you make me the luckiest and happiest American biker in the world by allowing me to spend the rest of my life having you reminding me of it while I also spend it making you as happy as I can, with the honor of being your husband?

An gciallaíonn sé seo go bhfuil tú ag fágáil an chlub?

"Does this mean you're leaving the club?"