Jeremy didn't look up the whole time she spoke. Hearing about Cameron made his blood boil, and knowing that he did this to the club made him want to find the fucker and shoot him point blank. But, he couldn't, not yet. He wanted to slowly torture Cameron like he did to Tallis while she was in Cherokee. He wanted him to suffer and beg for his life before Jeremy delivered the last blow to his head that would end his pathetic excuse for a life. 

Hearing his name made him jolt, clearing him of his sadistic thoughts. [i]”What am I supposed to say? ‘Now that I’m fucking your daughter again, President Black, I’m gonna kill her piece of shit ex-boyfriend for you?’”[/i] he thought as he cleared his throat and shot Tallis a glare before sitting up in his chair. He put the cigarette out in the glass ash tray and looked across the table to all his brothers. “Brothers of the Red Devil Motorcycle Club, I know a betrayal like this makes us want to push for the execution vote right away. I wish we could. But for now, we need to still figure out who is behind Cameron. If others from his charter agree with what he’s doing, and we kill him, it can start a bloodbath that we don’t need. For now, we need to do some research, see who he’s working with, and what kind of weapons he has stocked. If he decides to come to us, we need to be ready. We’ll set up some patrol shifts to make sure there are bodies here at all time. Old ladies need to stay with a member if they leave the clubhouse or their homes. That goes for family as well. Those who don’t have family here, please offer your assistance to those who do. We’ll take this motherfucker down.” Laughter and a few cheers erupted from the table.

He looked back to Black to signal that he was finished. He reached down for another cigarette and lit it, slowly leaning back in his chair. His injuries were still fresh, and he was probably due to change the bandages on them. At times like these, he craved something horrible for him. Whether it was a shot of whiskey, a bump, or Tallis herself, he could feel the ball of anxiety grow in his chest that could only be removed by his vices.