Jeremy kept a stone cold expression on his face when she spoke about Moira. He placed his hand on her chin and forced her to look him in the eyes, glancing out of the window to make sure he wasn’t in the view of any club members. He looked at her for a moment, holding his hand on her chin while the other hand that was already placed on her thigh slid up. “I’ll do what I have to do for this club. She’s a last resort, Tallis. You know she won’t talk if you’re there with me.” He brought both hands back down to the arms of his chair to lift himself up. “And I’m gonna hold you to that when we get home,” he winked as he walked past her and out of the conference room. “Headin’ out, boys. See you tomorrow.” Him and Tallis got on the bike to go home. He felt her breath on his neck and it sent chills down his spine. ------------------------------------------------------- Solomon sighed, “I’ll make it right.” He kissed her slowly for a moment before standing up. “I’m gonna grab something to drink, be right back.” Solomon headed down to the kitchen to hear Jeremy’s truck pull up in the drive way. He wanted to run, but he stood still waiting for Jeremy to enter. ------------------------------------------------------ Jeremy and Tallis were making out as they stumbled through the door when his eyes met with Solomon’s. “I’ll meet you up in the room, Tallis,” he said firmly without losing his eye contact with Solo. Once she was upstairs, Solomon began to speak but Jeremy interrupted him. “We need to talk,” Jeremy nearly growled as he glared at Solomon. Solomon reluctantly agreed, taking a seat at the wooden dining room table. Jeremy couldn’t sit, he was fuming. “Jeremy, about Kase, I –“ “Look, fuck my sister for all I care. Obviously, those were your plans, whether I cared or not. But you’re dodging calls, missing my meetings, at [i]my house[/i] while part of the clubhouse fuckin’ [b]explodes[/b]?” Jeremy felt anger rising in his chest like acid reflux. He was shouting now. “Black has me in charge right now. I’ve got the fuckin' President’s chair, Solo, and guess how it makes me look when my right hand man is back at my house playing naked twister with my sister? Huh?” He ran both hands through his hair as continued to pace back in forth. “What the fuck are you thinking, man?” “I’m not just fucking your sister, Tillman. I love her. I do,” Solomon stopped himself. He knew it was no excuse. Jeremy scoffed at his words. “Oh yeah? You love her, huh? Well, that’s beautiful.” His tone was sarcastic. “Well, your ‘love’ for Kase isn’t helping me get our shit together before Cherokee comes and puts a god damn bullet into each of our skulls.” Jeremy sighed and composed himself for a moment. “If you want out, tell me now. I don’t want you wearing our patch with one foot out the door.” Solomon sat their nearly completely still, breathing deeply to keep himself from fighting back. “I fucked up, dude. I’m sorry. Of course I don’t want to leave the fucking club. It’s all I got. Won’t happen again, I promise.” Jeremy scowled at him. “It better not, Solo. You know what happens when you put your old lady before the club. You’re off the hook this time.” He threw his cut at him and walked away, climbing back up the stairs to his room. He knew he had a soft spot for Solomon, or else he would’ve broke his nose right then and stripped his patches. Once he reached the room, Jeremy took off his button up shirt and threw it in his hamper. He took the whiskey bottle out of his closet and laid down next to Tallis. He was still upset, a crease settling between his eyebrows. He didn’t even have anything to say. He put one arm behind his head and closed his eyes for a moment.