"Who do you think she's calling?" Voodoo asks, pulling down his bandana to smoke a cigarette. 

Tallis looked back at him, hating having to take her eyes away from Moira's window. "Let's hope it's her daddy-o. I'm not in the mood to get arrested tonight." She turned her attention back to the window. Moira was still standing there in a panic. Tallis found no satisfaction in her fear, though. Memories were plaguing her. They had been friends once. Good friends. Well, acquaintances, really. But still. They had worked together at one of the local hole in the wall restaurants. Tilly's. They had hung out occasionally, but never anything serious.

But their friendship died the day Moira started dating Jeremy. She [i]knew[/i] how Tallis felt about Tillman, because she had confided in her...but even through her anger, she could also see how she why Moira had fallen for him. He was handsome and charming. Dangerous and sexy. They were the same reasons she had fallen for him all those years ago, and fell for him still.

It was sweet revenge when Tallis started fucking him behind her back. When he screamed her name and she slept in their bed. And when Moira found them in bed together? The icing on her chocolate cake. 

The sound of screeching tires pulled her from the memories past, bringing a smile to her blood red lips. Marvin Winters was finally here. "Marvin, Marvin, Marvin." She turned to face him, pulling down her bandana. Tallis was grinning like a demon. "Before you reach for your gun or your phone, you're going to hear us out...because we're being painfully civil. We waited [i]outside[/i] your house and your daughter is still in one piece. That's civil by outlaw standards, but you're making us feel [i]very[/i]...uncivil. You see, it's a bad idea go behind our backs and make deals with other people, because we're always going to find out. Drop all business with Cameron Williams or I promise we will be painfully uncivil next time we see you. We know where you live. We know where she works, and none of us are afraid to go to jail for murder. Some of us already have." Her threats were loaded. The way she saw it, it was Moira's life or her own...and she was rather partial to her own life.

Despite making it seem like he would be given the chance to speak, he was not granted that chance. The Red Devils started up the bikes before peeling out of the Winters' driveway, a few of them shooting off warning shots. They would be back, and next time there would be more. 

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"Where the fuck have you been?" Black demanded as Tallis slid off Banshee.

"Out, we got food."