Solomon closed his eyes as he listened to Kaci’s voice. “I know what you mean, K. I think Tillman and I will be fine after we talk.” He kissed her forehead and brushed her hair away from her face, enjoying her warmth on top of him. Moments like this made him wish he could walk away from the club; It had a tight grip over him, swaying and influencing him in nearly every decision he made. Part of him dreamed of being just a mechanic, a lover, and a father, which the thought of this three years ago would have made him want to kill himself. But, he was in love. 

Solomon had went on a run with the club last week to their chapter in Reno. It was supposed to be a simple visit, providing some extra hardware to Reno while they were dealing with a rival, but the President decided to treat the boys to a little hospitality. There was free flowing liquor, drugs, and women at the clubhouse, and Solomon had partaken in all three. He and the other three members that accompanied him woke up so hungover that they barely made the ride home in one piece. 

Now, he was dealing with an internal battle as to whether feel guilty or not. On one hand, this is what the club does. All old ladies knew the protocol for club runs; [i]”What happens on a run, stays on a run.”[/i] But on the other hand, Kaci wasn’t like the other old ladies in the club. She wasn’t privy to all the normalcies that the members and their woman had grown accustomed to, and Solomon didn’t really want her becoming like them either. She was sweet, and kind, and innocent in a way that made his heart melt, and the thought of her becoming anything different than that put him in a dismal mood.  She deserved to know the truth, but it wasn’t his place to talk about what happened that night. He made a promise to himself to not sleep with women other than Kaci anymore, no matter what the occasion, because she deserved better. She deserved better than a piece-of-shit, outlaw biker who loved drugs and women too much. She deserved better than to deal with the bullshit obstacles that the club had caused for them. 

All these thoughts ran through his head while she was laying on top of him, and they were enough to nearly make him vomit. He cleared his throat and closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down and not cause any commotion. He wanted to lay like this for the rest of the night, and he assumed that getting worked up would ruin the mood. His eyes locked with Kaci's, and he smiled faintly. “It’s late, K. You should get some sleep.” 

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Jeremy heard Tallis on the phone but couldn’t really focus on what she was saying, probably a mix of the narcotics in his system and all of the sensations she was making him feel. If any woman knew how to please a man, it was Tallis Black, and they had been going at it for what felt like hours. And then, words pierced through the air and and slapped him in face. [b]” "They have Cameron, you have three minutes to finish."[/b] 

A wave of sobriety washed over Jeremy, and he immediately began to feel anger rise up into his chest. [i]”It’s not my kill, it’s not my kill,”[/i] he repeated to himself internally as his mind slowly began to shift gears back to Tallis. She had remained on top of him despite receiving news that she had been waiting on for months. Everything in Jeremy wanted to get up and rush to the clubhouse to take care of the asshole who had made their lives hell, but he was completely paralyzed in pleasure with Tallis astride him. 

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Jeremy was breathing heavily as Tallis got off the bed, and his hand rubbed his face as he got control back of his body and thoughts. His eyes snapped over to the alarm clock on his end table. 4:07AM. “Shit,” he muttered to himself as he slowly stood up and stretched, his eyes scanning the room for a shirt and his jeans. 

Once he was dressed, he walked in the bathroom to see Tallis standing in front of the mirror. He crept up behind her slowly, sliding his hands around her waist and his face into the crook of her neck. He inhaled slowly, savoring her scent, before beginning to speak with a sleepy voice. “You ready for this, Tallis?” He removed his face from her neck and caught her gaze in the bathroom mirror. He wanted to make sure she was ready not only to finally kill the motherfucker, but for all the feelings that come with it. “The person you kill never truly leaves you. The last expression you see on their face will haunt you,” he mumbled quietly close to her ear. He wanted her to kill him. He didn't want to deal with Cameron anymore. But he wanted to make sure that she would truly be okay with it. His mind flashed back to his own faces that haunted him, and it sent chills down his spine. He pressed a kiss into her neck before releasing her waist. "You got this, babe."