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Solomon smirked as he entered the bathroom to see Kaci drinking wine in the bathtub. "Wild night, huh?" He laughed as he stripped down and sunk into the water with her. "K," he nearly whispered, "I'm sorry about Tillman. He'll get over it." He leaned in and kissed her when they heard the bike pull up in the driveway. Solomon sighed; he doubted Tillman would be on an angry rampage when he came in the door. He already saw his bike outside. He faintly smiled at Kaci and signaled with his hands to lay back on him. They were quiet, not because Tillman came home, but because they were enjoying their time together. He had missed her. A lot.

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After Jeremy got dressed in the outfit Tallis had chosen for him, he laid down on the bed and closed his eyes for a minute. The situation with Cameron and the Cherokee City chapter of the Red Devils had been constantly sitting in the back of his mind. He was in charge of learning who all was a hidden enemy of the club, and it should have been his top priority right now. ”After tonight,” he promised himself as he crossed his hands over his stomach and relaxed for a moment.

He heard the bathroom door open and he opened his eyes to see something he hadn’t seen before. Tallis. In a dress. In that dress. He had already thought that she was the hottest woman in the world, but seeing her in a skin tight dress and her red pumps nearly made his heart stop. Her tattooed body looked perfect” "Why are you looking at me like that? Is my eyeliner off?!" He smirked at her comment and stood up, approaching her slowly. “With you dressed like that, I’m not sure we’re gonna make it to our date,” he said in a deep, hungry tone as he wrapped his arms around her. He got only an inch or two away from her face and met her gaze. “Let’s go,” he said as he smacked her ass jokingly.

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Solomon sighed in relief as he heard Tallis and Jeremy leave the house. Kaci was laying on him, her head reaching right under his chin. He stroked her wet hair back and kissed her neck for a brief moment before he reached her ear. “I love you, K.”

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Jeremy thought it’d be best to take his truck with all of the activity going on with the club. He wanted to remain under the radar, for his own sanity and for Tallis’ protection. He still had a gun tucked into the waist of his pants and a pocket knife in his boot. He started the truck and pulled out before smiling and placing his large, rough hand on her thigh as they made their way to the restaurant. He felt strange doing this, as if it broke some club code to take your old lady out on a nice date. Was Tallis even his old lady?

They parked and walked into the dimly lit establishment as John Cicario approached Jeremy and gave his a bear hug. “Tillman! So good to see you. And hello, young lady,” he bowed to Tallis in a gesture of respect. “You guys can come this way!” He led them up a spiral stair case to the top of the restaurant onto the roof. There were string lights lining the wall and a single table set up, with roses, water, and of course a bottle of red wine and whiskey.

Jeremy leaned into John and whispered, “You outdid yourself man. Thanks,” he slapped his hand as he went over to the table and pulled a chair out for Tallis. “Saw that in a movie once,” he joked. As they sat down and got their drinks poured, they began to talk like they were two old friends seeing each other for the first time in years. There was no talk about the club or their troubled pasts, or even the lust they had between them, but about good memories and the future. They laughed throughout the night until the evening was coming to a close.

“Tallis, I hate bringing up club shit right now, but I have something to tell you,” he rubbed the bridge of his nose as he spoke. “Your dad is taking a few days off, not sure why. Personal shit. He asked me to run things while he’s gone, specifically all this bullshit with Cameron. Now, I know this is personal for you. I don’t blame you one fuckin’ bit for that. But, this has to be my top priority now. I gotta do things right by the club.” He sighed and rubbed the top of her hand across the table. “I want your help with this. You know Cameron better than any of us do.” He let a finger continue to lightly graze the top of her hand until he saw goosebumps rise on her arm, which made him smile. His eyes ran from her hand slowly up to her face as he met her eyes. “Let’s go, darlin'.”

Jeremy took a final sip of his whiskey. He stretched his arms out and that grabbed the bill, signing it and handing it back to the waiter. He smiled at Tallis and asked her, “You wanna to have dessert at home?” They both knew what the question meant. Before leaving, Jeremy looked over the ledge of the roof down at his city. He thought about all of the bullshit he’d have to wade through tomorrow and ran his fingers through his hair. At that thought, he heard a ‘boom’ and looked to his left. A ball of fire stretched into the sky, and Jeremy knew at that moment that it was at the clubhouse. “FUCK!” he yelled as he grabbed Tallis’ hands and they descended the spiral staircase to the first floor. “Thanks, John!” he said quickly as they dashed out of the restaurant and into his truck.

When they reached the clubhouse, all of the members were standing outside, watching the fire department work on the garage area that had been engulfed in flames. “What the fuck happened, Patty? Is everyone accounted for?” He asked, obviously stressing out. “Yes, boy-o, everyone is whole,” Patty said, his words dripping in anger. “Looks like someone set fire to one of the garages and a gas can caused the explosion. Told the cops that someone threw a cigarette, and that’s what started it.” Jeremy nodded and patted him on the shoulder. Last thing they needed was cops snooping around, or worse, getting to Cameron before they did.

Jeremy watched the flames be extinguished before he looked to his club and called out, “Table. Half hour.” They all nodded and agreed, and he turned to Tallis. “Sorry, love.”

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The thought of taking Tallis on a date was something that never crossed his mind. He was a criminal and was raised by them to. Outlaws. Harley riding, whiskey for breakfast, chain smoking outlaws. How to treat a woman right was never on the syllabus. He nodded and smiled at the suggestion to not raise any eyebrows, and but the thought made his thoughts begin to race. He thought of a few favors he could call in as he lead Tallis to his bike outside.

"You know," he began as they stopped at a red light, "I only dress up for funerals." He laughed and turned up his radio, blaring Every Time I Die's "The New Black" as they took off from the red light and headed to the house. Jeremy loved the feeling of his bike underneath him and a woman behind him; it was comparable to the sensation of a good high.

As they approached the house, he saw Solomon's bike in the driveway but chose not to comment. Instead, he just hoped he wouldn't run into them. "I'm sure they're busy." He led Tallis through the house and up the stairs, into his room, and closed the door. "I have a few button ups in the back of my closet, you pick," he said with a smile as stripped off his shirt and sat on the bed.

He unlocked his phone and shot a text to John Cicario, an owner of a nice Italian restaurant in the heart of the city. Jeremy had "scared off" some guys he owed money to, and John always offered to return the favor on top of the money he paid. He never knew what the fuck kind of favor he would need from a slime bag like him. "Hey John. Don't ask. Need something set up on the roof top. Be there in an hour. Red wine and whiskey, please." He looked up to Tallis and smirked. His thoughts brought him back to a memory of a 17 year old Tallis with sand all over her, drinking red wine straight out of the bottle. It was night time, but he clearly could envision how she looked, the wind whipping her long, black hair behind her and the moon shining on them both.

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Tallis stared at Tillman in disbelief, hurt and angry that he was siding with Moria after everything she had done to him. "Involve her? It's not my fault that she was there, that's not something I could know." She laughed and shook her head. "I can't believe this." Trying to hide the look of hurt on her pretty face, she began walking away.

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"Tallis," he grabbed her arm and spun her around. "You can't be doing club shit behind everyone's back like this. I have Moira calling me freaking out. Black was up my ass asking why I wasn't with you. We're all on high alert, and you're running off with my guys showing up to Winter's house?" He sighed and put his rough hands on her small shoulders. "I need you to let me know what you're doing. I just want to keep you safe, and keep blood off of our hands."

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"We didn't go there to kill him, we went there to talk. The only face he saw was mine." Tallis wanted nothing more than to wrap her arms around him, but she stopped herself before she got too close. She was hurt. "I know what I'm doing, Jeremy. I'm protecting myself...and I don't care who gets in my way...because he will kill me. Cameron will kill me and all of you."

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“You don’t have to protect yourself anymore,” he said quietly, moving a stray piece of hair from her face. “I’m not gonna let him lay a finger on you, Tallis. You have to trust me.” If it weren’t for all of the eyes in the room, he’d sit her up on the bar and show her how much he meant what he was saying. His eyes scanned her top to bottom, lingering for a little on his favorite spots on her body, before landing finally on her eyes. "Why don't we spend the night at home tonight? I think it'd be good to get out of here," he said with an alluring smile.

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Tallis Black fought the smile that was creeping onto her lips, looking away from him before rolling her eyes. "I guess that sounds fun." The only thing on her mind was makeup sex, and allowing Jeremy to rule her body. She kicked her lips hungrily. The longer she stayed with him, the larger her appetite for sex grew. He was delicious.

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“Atta girl,” he said quietly enough so no other members heard. “Hang tight for a bit. Let me finish up a few things, and we’ll get outta here.” He pulled a cigarette out of his breast pocket and lit it before he walked away from the bar and headed to Black’s office.

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Black’s head was swimming with all of the activities the club had going on. The rivalry with the with the Saints, the bullshit going on with Cameron and the Cherokee charter, and the possibility of losing his ports to get his supply, and Tallis was here; he was tired to say the least. He had been the President of the RDMC for 10 years now, and it aged him 20. He had lost a lot of brothers, money, weapons and drugs, and it finally began to start wearing on him. His body ached, his mind was a mess, and Linda was getting sick of never seeing him. He had been considering stepping down for a while, but it wouldn’t be right to put this shit show onto Tillman’s shoulders. He had to finish what he started.

He heard a knock on his door and let out a gruff “Come in.” Jeremy nodded in respect and sat down in front of Black. “Hey, boss. I’m gonna cut to the chase here. I need more time to get information on Cameron. I think jumping the gun and pressing for the execution vote too soon will still leave a lot of our enemies in the dark. We need to figure out how deep this shit runs before we start putting bullets in people.”

Black rubbed his chin and nodded. “You know what, Tillman. I’m gonna place you in charge of this operation.” Black felt disappointed for himself for saying, but he needed two things. One, some time off, and two, to see how Jeremy handled running things alone. “I trust your decisions to keep this club and Tallis safe.”
Jeremy was taken aback. He didn’t know whether he was suspicious or happy about Black’s decision, but he didn’t really have a choice to feel either way. “Yes, sir. I’ll keep you updated.”
“Thanks, son,” Black smiled as he spoke. “I’m gonna be taking off for a few days. I got some personal shit I need to handle. Call me if you need me.”

On that note, Jeremy nodded once more and and shook Black’s hand firmly. Walking out of his office, his mind began thinking of what this could all mean. He knew Black was getting older and was starting to grow tired of the lifestyle he was living. They all did at one point. Jeremy felt that he was ready to lead the club, but he being so young raised some concern amongst the club.

Jeremy paused as he gazed up the stairs that led to Solomon’s bedroom. He wasn’t ready to do this. Not today. He wanted to let all that shit go, but his pride was getting the best of him. It was his little sister. He sighed with guilt and pulled out his phone. "Love you, Kase." He hit send.

He saw Tallis from across the clubhouse and walked over to her. “I’m ready when you are, love.”

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Jeremy waited at the bar for Tallis to return, finding that going after her wouldn’t be worth it. He took a shot of whiskey went he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. “Moira” flashed across the screen. “Women are going to be the death of me,” he mumbled as he answered the call.

“Moira? Hey.”
“Hey, Tillman. I’m sorry to call you. Eight of your bikes just left my house. They were camped out for a while.”
Jeremy sighed, “Look, I’m sorry. I’m sure it was just business with your dad. I didn’t send anyone.” He felt bad for her. She must have thought he was a monster to think he’d try to hurt her out of the blue. “I’ll make sure they don’t come to your house again.”
Moira’s voice began to shake as she let out a quiet, “Okay.”
“Take care of yourself, Moira,” he said gently as he hung up the phone.

As Jeremy finished the call, her heard Tallis and the rest of the crew come in the front. He stood up at the sound of Black yelling at her. Once they were done, Jeremy approached Tallis and said in his deep, gravelly voice, “We need to talk.” He pulled her away from the group of members over towards the bar. His facial expression looked like a mix between anger and confusion. “Moira called me. You went to her fucking house, Tallis?” He shook his head and poured another shot for himself in his glass. “I don’t want you involving her in club affairs. I put her through enough.”

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Solomon laid in his bed, missing the warmth Kaci used to provide for him. He rolled over towards his nightstand and grabbed his phone. “K, I don’t think Tillman’s as mad as we think he is. I miss you. I need to see you soon.” He sighed and clicked send. He hated feeling this emotional over a woman. Why couldn’t he be like all the guys in the club? They just saw women as a warm body. He had yet to tell her, but he was in love with her.

Although Solomon was used to loss, it never came easy to him. After his mother died when he was only 10, his step-father gained full custody of him. Ray, an alcoholic and gambler, used to beat Solomon at any chance he got to discipline him. Whether it was spilling his drink or flunking a test, he was subjected to violence and neglect, being locked in the basement days at a time with little food. At the age of 14, Solomon devised a plan to escape from his step-father. He crushed an Ambien and dropped the powder into Ray’s beer, and that night, he took his backpack and left the house. Ray never bothered to file a missing person’s report, which led to his arrest when the school reported his absence.

When the police activity surrounding Ray and the abuse died down, Solomon went to stay with a cousin who lived near the clubhouse. That’s when he first saw the club, and he immediately was enamored by the lifestyle he saw. He started out as a prospect, doing grunt work like serving drinks and fixing up bikes. Most people would see this as an insult, but Solomon couldn’t get enough. Most of the club members treated him like a little brother. He began to grow close to Taylor and Jeremy, as they were around his age, and they all eventually got patched in.

Solomon always strived for the friendship that Taylor and Jeremy had, but he always fell short. He knew they had his back and loved his as one of their brothers, but he always had felt left out. After Taylor died and Jeremy began to lean on Solomon for support, it meant a lot to him. He’d take a bullet for him if it came to it.
This made what had happened with Kaci that much worse. He felt so bad for the pain he caused him, but he loved Kaci. Did that make it okay? Probably not. But he had to try to make things right between them.

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Solomon hadn’t had a good conversation with Kaci for a few days, usually only seeing her when he had to escort her out. This crushed Solomon; he had really began to fall for her, and now it was ruined. But, to be a gentleman, he gave her the space she needed until she was ready to talk. He also tried to avoid Tillman unless it was on club business, which wasn’t hard, since it seemed he was doing the same thing.

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Spending time at the clubhouse was enjoyable to Jeremy as it felt like a second home. Having Tallis with him there made it even better. They never had a boring moment, whether they were completely sober and running errands, or high as kite huffing and puffing after an amazing round in Black’s office. Tallis had pulled the bullet out of his arm that night and patched him up, and he was healing slowly but surely. They found out that the unknown assailant was someone working with Cameron.

Jeremy knocked on Black’s office looking for Tallis. “She said she was with you, Tillman!” Black yelled as he stood up. “She said she’d take one of the guys with her to pick up something from the store, Black, I had no idea.” Jeremy quickly turned around and walked through the clubhouse to notice that seven of their men weren’t present. “Fuck,” he whispered as he lit a cigarette and attempted to call her. No answer.

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Moira moved back in with her father, Marvin, on the other side of town. It had been a month since she left Jeremy, but he still occupied her almost every thought. She'd often lay in bed and try to piece together what exactly she had done wrong.

Jeremy and Moira met when Black tried to strike a deal with her dad. He owned a couple ports on the bay, and the boys of the RDMC wanted to move product in and out of the bay. Jeremy ended up being the smooth talker of the deal, and that made her fall for him. It started off as casual, he was only 23 and she was 25 at the time. But with enough effort on her end, they became a serious thing. She moved into his house 6 months later, and things were perfect. The sex, the adventure, and his love.
But after the year mark, Moira became annoyed of the club lifestyle. Jeremy would often come home injured or drunk as all hell, and Moira would get furious, throwing things and screaming at the top of her lungs for him to grow up. This caused him to start staying out later and more often, always "club business." But she had a hunch that he was cheating on her or avoiding her, and the main target of her blame for the relationship failing was Tallis.

After their two year anniversary, Moira found out that she was pregnant. She knew that Jeremy's dream was to be a father, and her anger swayed her decision in not giving him that satisfaction. Without telling a soul, Moira had an abortion. She never planned on telling him, until a collection agency called the house for the rest of the payment for the procedure. Their biggest fight erupted that night, resulting in Jeremy disappearing for three days, without even the club knowing where he went. She, to this day, had never found out where he was.

The next year was torture for both of them. Moira continued to pine for his love and affection, while Jeremy started to distance himself more than ever. He buried his pain in blow, whiskey, women and the club, often not even responding to her when she tried to start a fight. Sometimes, he'd stand as still as a statue while she slapped him repeatedly, trying to find out what was going on. One night, she came home early to see Tallis' motorcycle in the driveway. Her and Jeremy laid naked in her bed while she screamed at the top of her lungs things like, "I don't even want to see her, Tillman! Just get her the fuck out!" As Tallis left, Moira stared at her blankly, not even surprised as she already had her suspicions. "Goodbye, Tallis," she said emotionlessly as she walked out.

But Moira finally had enough, and she left Jeremy in the middle of the night. She had loved him too much to face him. He didn't bother to call after she left, which was the opposite of what she was hoping for. She wanted in to crawl back to him and beg for her return. She wanted to feel his heart break in her hands.

Moira was laying down and watching TV as she noticed it had gotten dark outside. She grunted as she got up and reached to close her curtains, when she saw something in the corner of her eye. She rubbed them for a second, her eyes adjusting to the darkness outside, when she saw 8 bikes downstairs. She slowly closed her curtains, pretending not to see them when she began to panic. "Shit, shit, shit," she repeated as she threw on a pair of sweats and her shoes. "Why are they here? I haven't seen Tillman in a month? I haven't done anything! What to they want?" She began to take deep breaths to calm herself down. She wouldn't be able to escape this during a panic attack. She thought a lot of things about Jeremy, but she never thought that he'd kill her.

Her fingers shook as she grabbed her phone and called her dad. "Dad, listen, the Devils are here," she said as she tried her best to calm the panic in her voice. "I don't know how long they've been there! I just saw them."

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Marvin Winters
Age: 45
Title: Big time property owner. Works with a lot of outlaw groups.
Appearance:
Personality/History: Marvin loves money. The only thing he cares more about than money is his daughter, Moira, who is his only child. He had her when she was only 17, but he made a promise to himself and her mother that he would work hard enough so that she'd never have to (even though she made the choice to work.) The way Jeremy treated Moira when they were together left a bad taste in his mouth, but he continued to do business with the club.

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"Why do women love to tease me?" He said jokingly and nodded to her request at Chinese. He felt so calm with Kaci laying on him, until he heard what sounded like two elephants stampeding into the house. Being as skittish as he was, Solomon jumped out of bed. "Jesus Christ, K... He's home."

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Jeremy and Tallis slowly and passionately made their way up the stairs, and everything felt right. Shit, Tillman had a bullet in his arm and for that moment didn't care, until he heard a man's voice upstairs. He drunkenly shushed Tallis and signaled for her to stay in the staircase while he quietly climbed the remaining two steps.

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"Fuck, what do I do? What do I do?" Solomon panicked, searching the room for some sort of hiding spot. In a last ditch attempt, he began to crawl under the bed as the door swung open. Solomon paused for a moment and slowly stood up, ready to face the moment he'd been dreading for months.

"Solo, why the fuck are you here?" Jeremy slurred, already knowing the answer.
"Tillman, I... I'm sorry." Solomon couldn't make eye contact with him.
"Whatever, man. Fuck this. Fuck both of you," Jeremy said quietly as he left the room and stumbled into his.
His thoughts were racing as he slammed the door behind him and began searching for the bottle of whiskey that he knew was in his room. Once he located it, he popped the top and sat on the floor against the wall, taking swigs of the alcohol.

Surprisingly, the fact they were together didn't bother him as much as he thought it did. It was how they lied to him for whatever length of time. That they didn't feel like they could tell him. He didn't think he was being that unreasonable, not wanting his friend and brother in the club fucking his sister. That was normal. But, Jeremy's thoughts paused all at once. "Like Taylor felt about Tallis," he thought, as he finished the contents of the bottle and threw it across the room, letting it break on the wall. He remained quiet and let his head fall into his hands.

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The work to find out who was supporting Cameron was underway, and all of he club members were on duty. Voodoo, who turned into a sort of technician for the club, reached out to their contact down at the station to get the audio recording from the phone call. Chip and DT took the unmarked van to follow Cameron around to see who he had connections with and who else could be turned into an enemy of the club. Prospects and other new club members offered their time to the old ladies and families members, escorting them to the grocery store or other simple errands.

Chip and DT followed Cameron for an hour or two until he started driving towards the docs. The van trailed behind him far enough to not tip him off, almost losing him for a little, but they caught up just as he pulled into the bay's parking lot. Chip scribbled down some notes as DT parked and took out two pairs of binoculars. Cameron was meeting with none other than Marvin Winters, Moira Winters' father. Before her and Jeremy got together, Marvin made a deal with the club to let them import and export narcotics and illegal weapons through some of the docks for a hefty fine. The relationship they had with Winters was over the three year mark.

DT got out his phone while Chip continued to watch. "Boss, he's with Winters."
"Aye. Thanks, boy." Black hung up and cursed. This discovery could mean a whole new set of problems for the boys.

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“Easy, tiger,” Jeremy chuckled, pulling her shirt over her head. He handed her the jeans she had peeled off earlier and waited for her to put them on. He looked at her, clearly being engulfed by her seduction. He kissed her slowly and then reached for the wallet for his pants. He left enough on the counter to cover the tab and tip and threw his arm around her shoulder. “We can go home, darlin’,” he breathed the words into her ear as they both slowly made their way out of the club. He seductively placed his hand around her neck and squeezed as he kissed her one last time before exiting.

Jeremy reached into the pocket of his cut and pulled out two cigarettes. He lit them both at the same time and handed one to Tallis as he heard the sound of a motorcycle riding down the street the club faced. Figuring it was someone from the club, he looked on innocently until he saw different patchwork on the cut that the biker was wearing. This made him tilt his head in drunk confusion until he saw the gun the biker was holding. Jeremy pushed Tallis down onto the ground and reached for the gun secured at his lower back, but he was too late. One shot hit his abdomen and another at the top of his arm. He flew back, making a loud thud on the ground as the driver sped off. He grunted as he pulled up his shirt, revealing the vest that absorbed the bullet to the stomach. But his arm began to drip out on to the sidewalk as he laid there for a moment. He laughed for a moment before looking back at Tallis, who was still on the ground. “You alright, love?”

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Kaci’s words made him frown as she spoke. As she finished, he crawled up in between her legs, resting his arms and head on her stomach. “Oh, K,” he sighed. “I don’t want some hardened old lady. I don’t want someone who doesn’t flinch at the talk of cocaine and murder,” he laughed. “You must think I’m some tough guy, but I’m really not. You’ve heard me have nightmares. I’ve never killed someone. I’ve cried when a girl has dumped me.” He smiled and looked up at her. “But I will kill you if you tell anyone that.” He made his way up further until he kissed her, and then rolled to the side of her. “Don’t let Tallis get you down.”

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“Jesus, Tallis,” he laughed as he saw her crawl up on the bar and get undressed. Jeremy’s realized that he probably doesn’t get as jealous as he should. He knew Tallis had made her way mostly through both charters, and now she was up here swinging around on a pole, but it just didn’t matter to him. He even went as far to take a crisp $100 bill and slip it in to her waist band. He laughed and took his last shot. He was drunk, and the thought of him being in the dimly lit bar any longer just made him want to pass out. He took a small bump out of his pocket with his key, and he shook his head at the taste dripping down the back of his throat. He leaned over the bar so that Tallis could hear him and said, “Let’s go.” He held his hand out to help her off the stage that the bar wrapped around. He already had her clothes in his hands.

Seeing her so drunk made him remember the days when Taylor and Jeremy had recently turned 21, and the three of them would drink until the sun came up, chain smoking cigarettes and telling stories on the Black's roof.

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The first text from Kaci made Solomon excited, but that was quickly stolen by the second text. “Aw fuck,” he mumbled. ”Is she mad at me? Is she pregnant? Do I suck in bed?” The last thought made him laugh as he went downstairs and got on his bike. As he approached her house, he parked down the block just in case Jeremy was there. When he noticed he wasn’t, he slipped through the front door and up the stairs, lightly knocking on Kaci’s door. “K? I’m here.” He saw her on her bed, and he went and sat at the end of it. “What’s wrong, K?” He took one of her feet in her hands and rubbed it slowly.

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Jeremy knew that he couldn’t act upset at the exchange between Black and Tallis; it’d be too suspicious. He leaned his elbows on the table and placed his head in his hands until they stopped and she stormed out of the room. “We done here, Black?” Jeremy sighed, not letting his facial expressions give him away. “Aye,” Black replied, as he hit the gavel once more on the table and everyone fled the room. It was tense inside, making Jeremy feel like he was choking.

He saw Tallis walking in the parking lot towards his bike, and he jogged after her until he caught up to her. He grabbed her arm, making sure it wasn’t too tight, and turned her to face him. She was upset and teary eyed, and although he couldn’t shake the mood he was in, he wrapped his arms around her and buried her face in his chest. “You know I’m going to kill Cameron, right, Tallis?” he asked with his chin on top of her head. “I’m going to wait ‘til the right time, but I have to do it.” He grabbed her ass, then released her from his grip and looked down at her, using his thumbs to wipe away some of the makeup trailing down her face. “I think you need a shot,” he smiled.

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As soon as Solomon got out of the meeting, he whipped out his phone to text Kaci. "K, things aren't safe right now. You shouldn't be by yourself. Where are you?" He slipped his phone back in his pocket as he walked behind the bar. "I need a beer," he whispered to himself as he searched the bar for a Yuengling. As soon as he found one, he popped the top off and nearly chugged all of it.