The stress of being President was surprisingly much more to bare than Jeremy had originally thought. Not only was he the owner of the mechanic shop that they laundered their money through, now it was like he owned the club. Although it had only been a few months, it had obviously aged and hardened Tillman mentally. The blood on his hands seemed to grow by the bucket now, as he responsible for not only himself but for the members as well. Whether it was murder or an overdose from the drugs they supplied to sellers, the body count had grown tremendously since they expanded their business.

But he still had Tallis, who relieved him a lot of stress both mentally and [i]physically[/i]. She exceeded any expectations that Jeremy may have had for her. She wasn't only his old lady. She was a member of his club. Some of the guys would get pissed over his obvious protection and favoritism, but his reply was always the same. "If you start sucking my dick and making me breakfast, I'll love you too." 

But Tallis was more to him than he let on to the club. Yes, the sex was amazing. Yes, she took care of him like no woman he'd ever been with. Yes, she could be on the back of his bike or ride along side him (Jeremy worked every day to fix Banshee until it was ready for her). But he had fallen in love with her in ways unimaginable to him. He had always [i]loved her[/i], but now he shared a bed with her. A house. His thoughts. His fears. She sat with him through the come downs and laughed with him during the highs. She was his world. 

But the club always came first, and unlike Solo, Jeremy stayed true to his word. 

Jeremy passed his joint to Tallis as she laid in his lap, smiling down at her as she talked. "You got it, Pres," he joked as he plucked the joint back from her fingers and took a hit. "Don't worry about that shit now, love. Just relax."

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Solomon ran into the bathroom at Kaci's requested and put his hand over his mouth when he realized what she was holding. "K..." He gasped, "you're fucking with me." He reached down and grabbed the pregnancy test from her hand. "Jesus, K. With all the drugs I've done, I didn't even think I could get someone pregnant." He realized she had a worried look and kneeled down next to her. "K, it's fine. It really is," he said quietly. He sighed and brushed some of the hair away from her face. "You know I'll take care of you."

Solomon and Tillman never really spoke anymore unless it was club related. Kaci would spend nights crying herself to sleep over it, which made Solo begin to resent him. Jeremy was prideful and wouldn't let go of this for a while, at least.