When Tallis started writhing around in the bed, breaking the peaceful moment that Jeremy had succumbed to, he threw his hands up in shock. Once he understood what was happening, he gripped her shoulders until she was lucid. He frowned at her apologies, shaking his head until she stopped. Because he had no words, he took her face into both of his hands gently and kissed her forehead, then guided her head back down to lay back down on his chest. He sighed, running his fingers through her hair until he heard her breathing regulate. "Tallis..." was all he could mutter, his thoughts of not being there for her eating away at him.

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Solomon got out of the shower and immediately checked his phone, smiling at her reply. "I'll be free in a few hours, meet you then?" 

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Tallis and Jeremy laid there for a few minutes with no words exchanged between them. 

He didn't have a busy day planned for once. His shipment, confirmed by a text, came through Moira's dad's port last night just as expected. Before he joined the club, the Devils had made a gentlemen's agreement to never move drugs. They saw it only ending in a bloodbath, which partly became true. When Black became President, he decided that moving would help the Devils stay relevant in the game and increase profit, which was [i]completely[/i] true. They started by sending out 2 or 3 members to escort a smuggle, protecting the driver and the cargo from getting robbed or worse. Then, they began to sell. The money started pouring in, and the boys couldn't get enough of it. 

You could tell who the responsible ones in the club were when they all started to get their cut of the profit. Some of the guys went to the strip club every night, drinking, snorting and fucking their money away. Others, like Jeremy, upgraded their bikes, bought houses, and invested. Nowadays, Jeremy had a steady, large amount of cash flowing to him every week. He didn't like to be flashy with it, though. If anything he'd get a new tattoo or visit the casino on occasion if he felt like being reckless. 

Another fun part of the selling game was what they were selling. By now, on top of alcoholism, many of the members had a nasty coke habit. Jeremy always tried to limit himself; he told himself never doing blow two days in a row would do the trick. But God, he loved it. It made him feel like he was on top of the world, minus the comedown of course. The comedown was depressing, his mind usually wandering to the death of his father and Taylor. He'd take a shot of whiskey and sit in his shower silently for what felt like hours until he was tired enough to go to sleep. He felt pathetic at those times, dwelling on death and fighting with himself not to call Tallis. He went to bed plenty of nights with his phone thrown across the room.

He looked down to Tallis and nudged her a little. "Let me make you some breakfast."