Jeremy remained silent long after they arrived at the clubhouse. He didn’t see the need to call a vote on how to handle Cameron; all of the members seemed more than on board based on the condition he was already in. When they entered the garage, the familiar rage began to boil up in Jeremy again, but he lit a cigarette instead of acting on it, taking a large puff of the smoke and pacing along the back wall of the garage. He was fully committed to letting Tallis take the reins, and it was almost relieving not being the one to have to handle this himself.

He tried his best to block out the conversation happening between the two of them, knowing that whatever Cameron would say to her would surely piss Jeremy off. The moment that he saw Tallis swinging the bat around, he began to feel instant relief. [i]”It’s finally over,”[/i] he thought to himself as he lit another cigarette. Something was undoubtedly sexy about Tallis taking charge of this situation, but as soon as the thoughts came to him, he shook his head. [i]”I’m obviously fucked in the head if watching my girl beat someone to death is a turn on.”[/i] He nearly laughed out loud at his thoughts, when a [b]”crack”[/b] filled the room.  Jeremy winced at the thought of how painful that must have been, but he had no mercy for Cameron. He deserved every bit of the agony he was feeling.

He watched as Tallis finished what she had started, nearly seeing Cameron’s soul leaving his body. Jeremy observed her as she continued at his skull with the bat, and he jumped into action when she showed no signs of stopping. Reaching around from behind her, he placed one hand around her wrist and the other on the bat to keep her from relentlessly striking him. “Tallis, Tallis, Tallis.” He kept repeating her name until he felt her stop struggling. “It’s done.” Cameron laid lifelessly on the floor in front of them, and a red pool was forming around his head.