Solomon hadn’t had a good conversation with Kaci for a few days, usually only seeing her when he had to escort her out. This crushed Solomon; he had really began to fall for her, and now it was ruined. But, to be a gentleman, he gave her the space she needed until she was ready to talk. He also tried to avoid Tillman unless it was on club business, which wasn’t hard, since it seemed he was doing the same thing. --------------------------------------- Spending time at the clubhouse was enjoyable to Jeremy as it felt like a second home. Having Tallis with him there made it even better. They never had a boring moment, whether they were completely sober and running errands, or high as kite huffing and puffing after an amazing round in Black’s office. Tallis had pulled the bullet out of his arm that night and patched him up, and he was healing slowly but surely. They found out that the unknown assailant was someone working with Cameron. Jeremy knocked on Black’s office looking for Tallis. “She said she was with you, Tillman!” Black yelled as he stood up. “She said she’d take one of the guys with her to pick up something from the store, Black, I had no idea.” Jeremy quickly turned around and walked through the clubhouse to notice that seven of their men weren’t present. “Fuck,” he whispered as he lit a cigarette and attempted to call her. No answer. ------------------------------------- Moira moved back in with her father, Marvin, on the other side of town. It had been a month since she left Jeremy, but he still occupied her almost every thought. She'd often lay in bed and try to piece together what exactly she had done wrong. Jeremy and Moira met when Black tried to strike a deal with her dad. He owned a couple ports on the bay, and the boys of the RDMC wanted to move product in and out of the bay. Jeremy ended up being the smooth talker of the deal, and that made her fall for him. It started off as casual, he was only 23 and she was 25 at the time. But with enough effort on her end, they became a serious thing. She moved into his house 6 months later, and things were [i]perfect[/I]. The sex, the adventure, and his love. But after the year mark, Moira became annoyed of the club lifestyle. Jeremy would often come home injured or drunk as all hell, and Moira would get furious, throwing things and screaming at the top of her lungs for him to grow up. This caused him to start staying out later and more often, always "club business." But she had a hunch that he was cheating on her or avoiding her, and the main target of her blame for the relationship failing was Tallis. After their two year anniversary, Moira found out that she was pregnant. She knew that Jeremy's dream was to be a father, and her anger swayed her decision in not giving him that satisfaction. Without telling a soul, Moira had an abortion. She never planned on telling him, until a collection agency called the house for the rest of the payment for the procedure. Their biggest fight erupted that night, resulting in Jeremy disappearing for three days, without even the club knowing where he went. She, to this day, had never found out where he was. The next year was torture for both of them. Moira continued to pine for his love and affection, while Jeremy started to distance himself more than ever. He buried his pain in blow, whiskey, women and the club, often not even responding to her when she tried to start a fight. Sometimes, he'd stand as still as a statue while she slapped him repeatedly, trying to find out what was going on. One night, she came home early to see Tallis' motorcycle in the driveway. Her and Jeremy laid naked in her bed while she screamed at the top of her lungs things like, "I don't even want to see her, Tillman! Just get her the fuck out!" As Tallis left, Moira stared at her blankly, not even surprised as she already had her suspicions. "Goodbye, Tallis," she said emotionlessly as she walked out. But Moira finally had enough, and she left Jeremy in the middle of the night. She had loved him too much to face him. He didn't bother to call after she left, which was the opposite of what she was hoping for. She wanted in to crawl back to him and beg for her return. She wanted to feel his heart break in her hands. Moira was laying down and watching TV as she noticed it had gotten dark outside. She grunted as she got up and reached to close her curtains, when she saw something in the corner of her eye. She rubbed them for a second, her eyes adjusting to the darkness outside, when she saw 8 bikes downstairs. She slowly closed her curtains, pretending not to see them when she began to panic. "Shit, shit, shit," she repeated as she threw on a pair of sweats and her shoes. [i]"Why are they here? I haven't seen Tillman in a month? I haven't done anything! What to they want?"[/i] She began to take deep breaths to calm herself down. She wouldn't be able to escape this during a panic attack. She thought a lot of things about Jeremy, but she never thought that he'd kill her. Her fingers shook as she grabbed her phone and called her dad. "Dad, listen, the Devils are here," she said as she tried her best to calm the panic in her voice. "I don't know how long they've been there! I just saw them."