"You fuck like a dirty, little whore. Goddamn!" He smirked up at her as he continued to work her heavily tattooed body. Nipping at the metal at the tip of her fake breasts. Burying himself deep inside her with heavy breath. She was a goddess with raven locks and he just a lowly mortal being allowed to bask in her glory.

Now that was something Tallis hadn't heard before. [i]You're a whore![/i] Plenty of times. [i]That's MY husband, you whore![/i] More times than she could keep count. But [i]'you fuck like a whore'[/i]? That was new, and she would gladly take it as a compliment. "Fuck...Tallis...I'm gonna--" The President's daughter pushed the man out of her, blindly reaching for her phone as he finished what she had started with his own hand. "Get out, I have Club business to attend to." She didn't look at him as she spoke, scrolling through the contacts on her phone until she found 'Pops.'

"I don't know of any buis--"

"I said get the [i]fuck[/i] out," She paused, glancing at him if only for a second. "Isn't your pregnant wife waiting for you at home or something?" Tallis had learned that bringing up her lover's wife always got him going and soft. But this time, it didn't work. He just stood there looking hurt and angry, like an abused puppy who had just been scolded for humping the pillow again. To drive home her message, she drove the heel of her designer stiletto into his fleshy thigh. She wanted him gone.

"Fuck you, you stupid bitch," he grumbled as he slipped back into his clothes. Sticks and stones could break her bones, but his words would never even turn her head. He could call her a bitch all he wanted...but he would come back. He always came back. Even when his wife threatened to leave. He came back. 

Men were so predictable.

Tallis Black rolled onto her stomach, pulling a pack of cigarettes out from under her sweat covered pillow. She took one out and lit it, placing it between her full lips as she pressed the call button. It was time to let daddy know his little princess was coming home. "Daddy!" She was practically purring.

“Hello? I can’t really – Honey? Is that really you? I- “

She giggled, thick gray smoke pouring out of her mouth as she spoke. "Yeah. It's me. Sorry, I haven't called, but I wanted to do it before I just showed up today."

“You want to come here? Things aren't good here, sweetie. We’re about to –"

"Daddy, I [i]want[/i] to come home. Everything is already packed, and the boys and I are ready to ride out."

“Well, you know I can’t say no to you. Fine. See you soon.” 

"Bye, daddy."

Tallis couldn't help the satisfied smirk that was creeping onto her lips. Pops could never say no to her, she had always been his biggest weakness...and she probably always would be. A blessing and a curse wrapped in an over sexualized package. Soon, she would be back in her hometown and hopefully in Tillman's bed. Preferably Tillman's bed, but she would take Solo's if she had to.

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Black stood at the front of his shop, arms crossed as the roar of 10 to 15 motorcycles announced the arrival of the Red Devil chapter of Cherokee City.  The pack was lead by, unsurprisingly, by Tallis herself. What was surprising, though, was the bike she was riding. A customized Harley Davidson Sportster, all black everything. Like her soul.

"I'll be damned," Black said as he ran his fingers through his graying hair. "That's a sight I thought I'd never see again. Taylor's bike and Tallis." The last part he whispered, and only those closest to him. Despite what his facial expressions would tell you, his heart was breaking at the sight. 

Tallis pulled up right in front of her father and the others pulled up behind her. In a matter of seconds, the deafening roar of the motorcycles were silenced. "Hi, Pops." She was wearing the Club's leather jacket, a black crop top, and skin tight black jeans. 

"You need to cover up, young lady."

His daughter launched herself off Taylor's bike and into her father's arms. It was almost as the weight world were lifted off their shoulders. They were reunited, despite what the future would hold for the Red Devil chapters.  Tallis let go of her father, glancing back at the bike. "She's all yours, Pops. I think that should make up for all the birthday presents I forgot to get you," She removed her helmet as she spoke, tossing it to Jeremy as she shook out her raven locks. "Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes, Jeremy Tillman." The President's daughter winked at Solo.