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[18+] The Captain & The Thief

Vic groaned as she began to awake from a deep, alcohol fueled slumber. Before opening her eyes, she stretched and grunted in her cot. “Bloody hell,” she muttered as she rolled over to see Darrell, her best mate, face down with a bottle of rum still in his grasp. She laughed as she swung her legs over the edge of the cot and kicked him in the ribs, yelling, “Get up, you lazy beast!” Darrell jolted from the position he was in, almost ready to attack, when he realized it was Vic who woke him up. “Dammit, Vic! Almost startled me to death.” Vic laughed and stretched her arms up one more time before getting up out of bed. “Yeah, if only I were so lucky,” she smirked as she stepped over him and began to ready herself to exit her room. She rolled up her hair into a messy up do, and then tied a make shift bandana around the top of her forehead back to the nape of her neck. She never felt it was necessary for her to wear her captain’s hat unless they expected company or were in a battle. The thing looked ridiculous her opinion anyway.

“Well, come on then, Darrell,” she said as she offered a hand down to help him off the floor. “More gold to be found, eh?” Darrel smiled and nodded as he accepted her hand, grunting as he stood up. Vic took the bottle that he still held in his hands and took a swig, wiping off the access that had formed at her lips with her sleeve. She nodded her head towards to the door to signal that it was time to exit. She sighed and swung the French doors open, taking a deep breath of the salty air and feeling the sun shine down on her face. Most of her crew had already been up, manning the desk and attending to the masts. Vic looked up to the nest which seemed a mile above the deck and smiled as she went to go climb the tall wooden structure it sat on. Once she made it to the top, she took out her brass spyglass and looked in all directions for anything out of the ordinary. Once she was satisfied, she made the climb down and got the attention of the crew.

“Alright, boys,” she said, in a firm tone. “Looks like we have no visitors on the horizon. No land either. We’re good on food for a week, as long as we stick to our rations. We are going to hit an inhabited island most likely within the next two days. We can get some extra hands and plunder what we must.” She said this with a wink as the crew began to hoot and holler. “Alright, alright, heathens,” Vic said, motioning with her hands for them to scatter. She turned to Darrel and spoke quietly, “I’m going down to the galley, do some inventory and check on the cannons.” Darrell nodded and off she went, down the rickety latter to the dark belly of the ship.

Vic was alone, as most of the crew was up on the deck, as she was looking at their rations and ammo. Ever since she made a crew member walk the plank for taking extra portions of food, everyone was honest with their rations. This made their need to stop on land less, and their hunt for more gold a top priority. She was humming quietly to herself as she heard a noise come from behind a barrel. “The hell?” she gasped as she unsheathed her sword and pointed it towards the barrel. “Show yourself. Come out slowly, and I won’t harm you.” Her face was expressionless, and her sword stayed aimed at the barrel with no hint of shakiness.

[18+] The Captain & The Thief

Name: Victoria Hemmingway

Known on the seas as: Vic the Succubus

Age: Although she stopped keeping track, she’d be roughly 27

Title: Captain of her ship, The Black Star

Appearance:
Brunette hair, often worn under her hat. Slim, athletic build. She sported a simple overcoat normally only for battle. Besides her hat, she matched her crew: breeches to the knee with stockings to secure them, a loosely fitted white linen shirt, and a scarf belt. She didn’t believe in the way of her predecessors, that they had to distinguish themselves from the rest of the crew through fancy attire. She did, however, display a few rings she had stolen on her fingers.

Personality: Life on the sea had hardened Vic. She had killed more than she can count, and she watched her men get impaled in bludgeoned with no second thought from their murderer. Although she had a definite sense of humor, Vic usually remained stone cold in her demeanor. Her best friend on board, Darrel, was the one she spent her time with on their off days.

History: Before Vic found the sea as her home, she lived in England with her single mother and three younger sisters. After her father died, her mother turned to working the streets in order to make a living, often leaving Vic responsible for the little ones. After years of being the acting mother of the family, she had enough and packed her bags. Not having a plan or knowing where to go, she saw a ship with black sails at a dock in her city and instantly felt like that was where she belonged. She signed up to be a crew hand. 5 years later, Vic had worked her way up in the rankings and became the captain’s right hand. She earned the name “The Succubus” as she’d often use her sex appeal to either get information or to keep herself from getting killed, but end up killing the men after she got what she needed. Once her captain had passed and she took his position, she and her crew began sailing wherever they could in a money hungry quest. They were thieves. Criminals. Murderers. And Vic couldn’t get enough; her hunger for blood almost matched her hunger for wealth.

[18+] The Captain & The Thief

Pirate themed roleplay. FxF storyline.

[18+] The Motorcycle Club

This day marked three weeks since the attack on Tallis. Jeremy had his good and bad days as he grew into the position of President of the Red Devils MC. Business was booming, both in the shop and on the streets, and more money began trickling to the members. The clubhouse got some of the money too, getting a fresh paint job and pool table. Tallis had been great with helping Jeremy on the financial front, sometimes catching stuff he overlooked and giving him new ideas.

The fact that Tallis flinched anytime Jeremy came near her made him quite upset. She was still having nightmares, which Jeremy tried his best to work her through each night. It broke his heart but kept his determination alive to find Cameron to make him pay for what he did. Some nights, after she woke up crying, they'd lay together awake in silence until the sun started to creep up. They were both tired; devising a plan and searching for Cameron both took it out of them. But Jeremy rose to the occasion of comforting her and making sure she healed properly. He jokingly called himself Tallis' old lady. The sex was still as amazing as ever, which made Jeremy feel guilty, but any time he suggested she just went to bed, she would climb on top of him. He couldn’t help himself; he was a man after all.

Jeremy had noticed Tallis becoming closer and closer to Cuddles, the prospect turned club member. As he wasn’t much of a jealous guy, Jeremy didn’t really think twice about it. Cuddles was, well, like a teddy bear. Maybe Tallis had needed a comforting figure to help her through the difficult time she was having.

The search for Cameron had hit a dead end before it picked back up. It looked as though Cameron has been seeing Moira, which depending on how pissed she still was, could ruin the club. Winters denied a meeting with the club, so they were weighing in heavily on the decision of whether or not to get Moira involved. Although, if she was seeing Cameron, that means she was way too involved already. Jeremy assumed that he was using her, probably acting sweet and innocent, until he got what information he wanted. This would also put him on Winters’ good side. A club meeting tomorrow would decide whether to move forward with this or not.


Tillman had not yet spoken with Solomon about Kaci, and as long as she was fine and healthy he could push it off for now. Things were crazy at the clubhouse and with Tallis that his mind had to remain there. Kaci would come spend the night at his house sometimes; Jeremy left her room the way it was just in case she ever needed to come back. He’d take her out for food and get her ice cream, just like she was his kid sister again. But, he still held a lot of anger towards Solomon. Their relationship was strictly business at this point.


“Hey, love” Jeremy said gruffly as Tallis approached him. “It looks like Cameron is seeing Moira. I’m gonna have to meet with her. I don’t think she knows how deep this shit runs.” He put a hand up to move a few strands of hair away from her face, but as she flinched, he frowned and put his hand back down. “I, um, gotta take care of J now. You don’t have to watch. He's gotta be involved with Cameron, and once he's set free of club duties, we can watch what he does with his freetime." He sighed and turned around to head to the table. All the members filed in to have a meeting. He updated them about Cameron and the usual club activities.

Unfortunately, Jeremy had to do something he had hoped he never had to. One of the members was caught cooking the books for the shop and keeping the money for himself. Jeremy had noticed that something looked off for the total amount at the end of the quarter, and he and Tallis stayed up a whole night going over different receipts, documents, check books and files until they found out what was missing. $56,000. All fingers pointed back to J, a member in his mid thirties who has been acting very odd lately. Jeremy had waited nearly a week before confronting him, trying to avoid it, but he knew he couldn't wait anything longer.

“Now that we’re wrapping up, is there anything you want to tell us, J?” The man looked surprised and said, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Jeremy sighed and looked at him dead in the eye. “Don’t make me do this, J.” The other members of the club grabbed J and brought him into one of the garages, sitting him down in a wooden chair and using chains to bind his hands. “Tillman, I don’t know what the fuck you’re doing. Black will kill you,” he said and spit on the floor at Jeremy’s feet. “Black’s not here, J, is he?” At the end of his sentence, Jeremy threw a right hook, causing blood to spew from J’s mouth. “What’d you buy with my money, J, huh? Some blow? A new bike?” Jeremy hit him again, this time striking the other side of his face. J sat there in silence, looking at Tillman with narrowed eyes. Still not speaking. Jeremy scoffed, and began pacing in front of him. “Alright, J. Look. I know we’re criminals. I fucking love money as much as you do, but,” Jeremy put a hand on his throat and began to squeeze, making J look at him, “But no one steals from my god damn club.” J’s eyes began to bulge as he breathlessly let out a “Fuck you, boy.” Jeremy let go, and J shortly received another blow to the face. Blood was trickling from J’s mouth and a gash on his cheek. He began stretching and cracking his knuckles as he spoke. “Alright, boys. J doesn’t want to talk.” He reached in the holster attached to his belt and pulled out a knife.

He looked over to Tallis. She had been screaming at him to stop, and up until now, he was able to ignore her. He walked over to her, wiping sweat from his forehead with his arm which smeared some of the blood that was on his face. Jeremy had a one track mind, and he couldn’t be her old man right now; in that moment he was only the President of the RDMC. If it was only about the money, maybe he would've stopped right there. J was the type of guy who was loyal to who treated him better, so if someone offered him something he couldn't refuse, then of course he would jump ship.

Tallis flinched as Jeremy moved his hand to wipe the sweat away, putting her hands up to protect herself. In this moment he was everything she had hated in Cameron. Everything that had kept her up at night due to fear. "I can't stay here and watch this, I need some air. You're not the man I love right now." She didn't wait for him to speak before running out of the room. She needed to see Taylor. His face remained expressionless as she spoke and consequently left the garage. Jeremy had to finish what he started. A lot of the older club members didn’t think he had the balls to lead them down the right path, partly due to his age and partly how nice he treated his old lady. The club came first, and he had to prove himself to them.

Jeremy approached J’s chair slowly and traced the pointed end of the knife down his arm. Abruptly, he plunged the knife in the man’s thigh and left it there, walking away and rubbing the bridge of his nose with his bleeding hand. J screamed out in pain and cursed until he finally said, “Fine. I fucking took the money. Just s-stop.” A smile crept on to Jeremy’s lips and he turned around. “Thank you.” He walked back to J and pulled the knife out of his leg. “Pack your shit and get out. Have your tattoos blacked out by next week or you’ll see me again.” Jeremy nodded at Voodoo and Patty for them to release J from his restraints, and he left the garage, not making eye contact with any of the members and headed straight to his office. This one took a toll on him.

After a moment in silence, he walked out to the lot and hopped on his bike. He had to go see Tallis, and his only guess was that she was at the cemetery. ”How does she expect me to run the club?” he thought to himself as he cruised roads, music blaring. Many MC members felt that they were deliverers of karma. Everyone got what they deserved. Just because Jeremy had never laid a hand on her, that didn’t mean he wasn’t violent by nature. Hell, he’d been involved in taking lives with his club for a long time. Why did this matter now?

As he arrived at the cemetery, he entered slowly to see her sitting down at Taylor’s grave. He lit a cigarette and placed it on top of the maker before lighting one for himself. “Wanna tell me what’s going on?" He exhaled a large cloud of milky smoke as his eyes lingered on her.

Trash's IC for 20+ MxF & FxF

Updated!

[18+] The Motorcycle Club

"Solomon, we're going to be parents. We have to tell Jeremy, but I want to do it in person." There was something sugary sweet about the words dripping from her lips. For the first time in weeks, Kaci smiled. She was over the moon, this is exactly what they needed. A new start.

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Kaci knocked on the door to Tillman's office, opening the door when Tallis said to open the door. The overly tattoed woman was wrapped around her brother, her fingers tangled in his hair. The whole room smelled like weed. "You're going to be an uncle, Jeremy, I wanted to tell you in person."

Tallis' jaw dropped, a pang of jealousy dropping into her stomach. A baby was something she had always wanted, and almost had once. "I'm so happy for you two. How do you guys feel?"

"I'm literally over the moon!" She was grinning from ear to ear.

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Solomon nodded at her words blankly; he had been part listening, part freaking out. Was he a decent enough human being to raise a child? Was he good enough for Kaci? After she left, he laid down on their bed with an arm thrown over his face.

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Jeremy and Tallis had been sharing a blunt in his office after he got through some paperwork. He was blowing a shot gun slowly into her mouth as someone knocked. He laughed and pulled it out of his mouth when Kaci walked in. He hadn't seen her in a while, and his eyes falling on her made him feel a mix of emotions.

When she announced that she was having a baby, a million thoughts ran through his head. He put out the paraphernalia and turned to Tallis. "Give me a minute?" Once she left, he stood up and walked over to Kaci. His pride was begging him yell and scream that she was young and stupid, but he just reached out him arms and wrapped them around her, without saying a word.

After a minute or so, he looked down at her and brushed the hair out of her face. "You gonna be okay, Kase?" He sighed and guilt crept up him for not being there for her the past few months. "I'm sorry. I'll help you with whatever you need. I love you." His thoughts switched to Solomon, which made the familiar anger he's felt crawl up from his stomach into his chest. "Do you trust him, Kase?"

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His little sister rested her head on her brother's chest, fighting back the tears that were threatening to spill. "As long as I have your support, I'm going to be amazing." Kaci looked up at him, her brows knitting together as she frowned. "I trust him as much as you trust Tallis, and from what I've heard...that's a lot. The guys just keep going on and on about how happy you seem. It's weird. Jeremy Tillman has never been happy about anything." She laughed as she sank into a chair, placing a hand on her stomach almost protectively. This was all so unreal for her.

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It was getting late, probably around 11:15, meaning that it was time for changing of the guard. Security was still at an all time high. Despite this, the only ones watching the clubhouse now were Jeremy, Tallis, and Cuddles the prospect that had taken Solo's room at the clubhouse. Everything was quiet as Tallis made her rounds around the perimeter, thick, gray smoke trailing behind her like a ghost. She was vulnerable, high as a kite and thoughts turned to mush due to her baby fear. Tallis didn't even hear the sound of the approaching footsteps. Her first mistake.

"Smoking will kill you, Tallis. Though you always looked so goddamn sexy doing it. Blow some of that smoke my way, baby." His husky voice made her blood run cold. How had she not heard him? Cameron was never a quiet man. Ever.

She cursed herself under her breath, refusing to face him. Her second mistake.
"More guys will be coming any second, Cameron. They'll fucking kill you if they see you."

"Then they won't see me." He laughed, but there was nothing pleasant about the sound. It reminded her of a hyena that had cornered its prey, laughing at the creatures fear. "Can't a guy come visit his old lady?"

"I'll Tillman's old lady now, fucker." She regretted the words as soon as they left her mouth. This was her last and final mistake. Cameron was a violently jealous person, and he had always hated Jeremy. Tallis regretted her words even more as his fingers tangled in her raven colored hair, pulling her back with extreme force. He wrapped an arm around her throat, starving her lungs of the air they so desperately needed.

Cameron wouldn't let her go until she was riding the thin line between conscious and unconscious. She clawed at his arms, but he still refused to let her go until she was limp. Without his help to stand she slumped to the hard ground. "I've always loved it when you didn't put up a fight, it makes things so much easier." His steel-toed boot found her body over and over again. Ribs. Stomach. Thighs. Stomach. Ribs. Repeat. And when she started to crawl away, he stomped on her shoulder until it was dislocated or broken. She couldn't crawl away now. Luckily, the sound of motorcycles stopped his assault. "Pity, I was just going to show you what a man I was." With a single blow to the face, he was off at a leisurely pace.

Tallis cried out, but she could barely do that. It felt like hours passed before someone found her on their rounds. It was Patty and Voodoo. "Oh fuck. Voodoo, go get Tillman...but prepare him, okay? Oh fuck." He fell to his knees, pulling Tallis into his arms. She screamed at his touch, begging him to just put her down. "Shhh. Tillman will be here soon, Tallis. He'll be here soon." He began rocking her like he rocked his daughters when they had hurt themselves. "Fuck."

Voodoo burst into Tillman's office, no apologies. "Tillman, I need you to come with me. It's bad. Real bad."

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"Shut up," Jeremy replied in a gruff voice, obviously joking. He tussled her hair after she sat down and sighed, leaning on the front of his desk to face her. "I'm gonna have to have a talk with Solo. I'm not gonna be dick to him, I promise. But, I wanna set a few things straight with him." Jeremy and Kaci caught up for a little while in his office. It was nice having her around again. They laughed and joked around until someone barged into his office. "Jesus, man!" he yelled as he threw his hands up in surprise. "Tillman, I need you to come with me. It's bad. Real bad." Because he didn't know what was happening, he told Kaci to go home just in case she was in danger.

He followed Voodoo to the spot where Patty was cradling Tallis. "What the fuck happened?" He said, taking over for Patty and holding her gently. He knew what happened. He knew Cameron had been here. His first instinct was to go find the fucker and kill him in cold blood, but his heart told him to stay with her. She was shaking, the blow to her head caused a drip of blood to run down her face. Jeremy used the bottom of his white shirt to clean it off, and he kissed her forehead. He put a hand to the side of her face to comfort her as he quietly spoke. "Voodoo's calling a nurse to come out. We're gonna fix you up, and when we find him, love, you're gonna kill him." Jeremy knew just how much she wanted to kill her, and now he was finally ready to do so.

A connection they had with one of the local hospitals was a nurse named Sue. Her old man was in the club years ago and would offer assistance when any members were injured. They didn't go to the hospital unless it was absolutely necessary. Patty and Jeremy had carried Tallis into a private room in the clubhouse and laid her down on the couch. Sue walked in and greeted everyone before going up to her to assess the damage. "I got it, Patty. Thank you," Jeremy patted his shoulder as he spoke. Patty nodded and left the room quietly, and Jeremy turned his focus over to Tallis. He had been balling his hands in a fist so tightly that his knuckles were white. He was furious.

Sue spoke softly to Tallis, almost like a mother. "Baby, I'm gonna need to take your shirt off, okay? It's just me and Tillman here. You're safe."

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Not even the idea of killing Cameron brought her joy, it was almost as if all the blows to the body had broken her heart. She looked away from Tillman, ashamed. Tallis was ashamed that she hadn't protected herself or even tried do. As he laid on the couch she cried. There was nothing she could do to stop the tears.

The last time he had beat her this badly she had called Taylor to come kill him. Instead, it was Taylor who was killed.

"You're going to have to pop my shoulder back into socket first." She looked at everything but Sue and Jeremy, tears still streaming down her cheeks.

Sue helped Tallis into a seated position, frowning at the look of her shoulder. "This is going to hurt, I won't sugar coat that...but you'll feel so much better once it's back in place." While Tallis was distracted by her words, the middle-aged nurse forced Talli's shoulder back into socket. She moved to the side just in time for Tallis dinner to come back up. "Pain tend to do that, honey, don't worry." Sue looked back at Jeremy, "Go get her some weed and alcohol. Those are two things I know you have in abundance here."

Tallis slowly removed her shirt, the budding bruises on full display. Her ribs looked worst, porcelain skin painted black and blue. "I know they're broken, I can feel it when I breathe." The nurse nodded in agreement, waiting for Jeremy to return. She wanted to speak to him alone.

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Jeremy pushed his personal pain he felt for her aside so that he could be her rock. Watching her like this lit a fire in him that wouldn't go out until Cameron was dead. He watched Tallis vomit from the pain but didn't react; he didn't want to make her feel bad. He wanted to the the opposite. He nodded at Sue to her request and left the room, taking the liberty to grab some blow for her too.

When Jeremy returned, his eyes locked onto her torso. "Jesus Christ, Tallis," he said almost in a whisper. He put the party favors on the table and returned to the edge of the room, wanting to give the women the space they needed.

Sue handed Tallis the joint and alcohol, watching as she gulped down the liquid like it were water. There was something pathetic about the sight before her. This girl was clearly broken. "I'll back, I just need to talk to Jeremy for a little while, okay?" She didn't leave until Tallis nodded while lighting the joint. Hopefully, the poor girl would pass out soon. The nurse approached Jeremy slowly, placing her hand on his arm. Anger was radiating off of him. "I'm sorry, but there's not much I can do for her. Do not let her out of your sight, Jeremy Tillman, I've seen this before. The next time I saw a young woman who was beaten this badly, she was dead. He will come back." The club life had hardened Sue, she had seen it all before.

She looked back at Tallis, who was already beginning to fall in and out of consciousness. "Did he do anything else to her? Because I brought a kit with me." Sue hoped that Cameron hadn't done anything else to the poor girl.

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"Do not let her out of your sight, Jeremy Tillman." He nodded in response to her first statement. His eyes flicked over to her momentarily to watch her. He couldn't tell if she was more hurt mentally or physically. "Did he do anything else to her?" Jeremy's eyes went back to Sue's. "I couldn't get much outta her, Sue. Let me talk to her real quick." He walked back into the room and knelt down next to her slowly. "I'm sorry this happened to you, love. You don't deserve this shit," he sighed, letting his fingers lightly sweep the hair out of her face. "You need to tell me if he did anything else to you. Sue can't help you unless we know everything."

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Tallis shrugged at Jeremy's words, seemingly unphased. She was used to getting the shit beat out of her by Cameron. "He hasn't raped me in years if that's what you're asking." With a whimper she rolled onto her side. Everything hurt, but the drugs and alcohol were starting to make things a little better. She just wanted to sleep. Forever. "This isn't your fault, Jeremy. There's nothing you could have done to stop this. I should have been paying more attention. That was my fau--" Her words were interrupted by the door being thrown open.

It was her father, and he was silently seething. She was worse than he had expected.

"Get him out of here Jeremy, I don't want him to see me like this!" Tallis covered herself to the best of her ability, rolling over once more so that her back was turned to her father. No father should have to see his daughter like this. "I'm fine, daddy, it's worse than it looks."

"The hell it is, Tallis." Black's voice was shaking along with the rest of him. He was about to explode like an atomic bomb. "What the fuck are you going to do about this, Tillman?"

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Although Jeremy felt a wave of relief wash over him that Cameron hadn’t done more than he could see, it didn’t change the fact that the woman he loved was crumbling in front of him. Jeremy jumped up to the sudden appearance of Black in the room. Jeremy looked down at Tallis one last time before nodding to Black to meet him in the hallway. Once they were out of the room, Jeremy looked at Black with an expressionless face. “I know that’s your girl in there, Black, but her head isn’t right. Any sign of aggression or anger around her is gonna make her flip the fuck out.”

“I need you to make this right, Tillman. No one should have been able to do this to her,” Black shook his head and looked to the floor.
“I’ll make it right, Black. I swear I will,” Jeremy stated as he placed a hand on Black’s shoulder. “He’ll pay for what he did.”
Black nodded. He walked into the room one more time to say bye to Tallis. He knew she didn’t want to see him while she was in this state, and all he could do was respect that.

After Black left, Jeremy knelt down next to her once more and rubbed her shoulder. “He’s gone, love. I’m gonna take you home now.” Jeremy helped slip her shirt back on and gently picked her up from the couch, holding her like baby. He borrowed one of the vans from the shop and placed her in the passenger seat.

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Jeremy carried her inside the house up to the room. He helped her undress and put one of his t shirts on her for her to sleep in. He sat on the edge of the bed and rested his hand on top of hers. She was still shaking, which broke his heart. “What can I do for you, love?”

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She watched Tillman silently and intently, flinching when his hand got too close to any part of her body. "I'm sorry, I know you're not going to hit me..." It was difficult to look at him when she was shaking and scared. He shouldn't have to see her this way. This was so out of her character, but it was only to be expected. It was almost amazing that she wasn't in worse shape emotionally. "I want you to hold me until I fall asleep, and I want to talk about anything else. I just," Tallis swallowed down a sob. "I can't talk about what he did to me right now." Once he laid down beside her, she positioned herself on top of him so she could listen to the sound of his beating heart; the sound was comforting.

Her eyelids were starting to feel like bricks.

"I want to get married, Jeremy." She wasn't sure what her think it would be a good idea to bring this up, perhaps it was the blow to the head mixed with the alcohol.

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He got himself comfortable as she climbed on top of him, taking a deep breath and enjoying her warmth on him. He did his best to fight the anger that had been present in him all night at what had happened to Tallis. He was running a hand through her hair as she brought up marriage, and coughed out of surprise. What the fuck was he supposed to say? The woman he loved was beaten to a pulp and laying on top of him, relying on receiving all her comfort from him. "You know, I'm not too knowledgeable on this shit, Tallis," he started, a smile creeping on his face, "But aren't I the one who's supposed to ask you?" He nudged her a little bit to let him know he was fucking around, but he sighed and began to rub her shoulder. "We'll talk about it when you're better, love." He didn't want to brush her off, but knowing that she had been knocked around and had been drinking made him cautious about getting to deep into the conversation. "You know I love you, right?"

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She looked up at him, resting one of her hands at the top of his head. Had she not been so weak, she would have run her fingers through his hair. "You know I think you're just okay, right?" Her smile was crooked and pained, but it was still a smile. "I know you love me, and you know I love you." She seemed to be melting at his touch, becoming limp and relaxed. "Then what would you like to talk about if I can't talk about marrying you? The weather is pretty nice tonight, so we could talk about that." Tallis was teasing him, doing her best to show him that she would be okay. But there was the nagging sensation at the back of her head that she would never be the same. Cameron had broken something in her, something that couldn't be replaced.

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Jeremy hated to be mushy or romantic; it was something foreign to him. But Tallis, especially now, deserved his uninhibited love. She had put up with so much before and after they reunited that it didn’t feel fair for Tillman not to give her all that he could. “Well,” he began in his deep voice, “remember that night on the beach? With Taylor? Well, that was the night I realized I was in love with you. I mean, I’ve always loved you, but...”he trailed off. “I’m no good at this shit,” he said laughing softly. “Of course I want to marry you. You’re the only fine piece of ass I want.” He met her eyes and smiled alluring her before kissing her forehead. “Now get some sleep, Old Lady.”

[18+] The Motorcycle Club

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 physically. 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 loved her, 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.

[18+] The Motorcycle Club

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.
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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.

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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 my house while part of the clubhouse fuckin’ explodes?” 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.

[18+] The Motorcycle Club

Jeremy pressed a kiss into the top of her head when she nuzzled into his chest, but didn’t respond. Before he could protest the notion of going to find Solomon, she was gone. He got himself a beer and nursed it, jotting down some notes to get prepared for the meeting happening in 20 minutes. He was in a trance like state, a new found focus taking over him.

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Solomon nearly broke through the ceiling when Tallis barged in the room. He didn’t make eye contact with her the whole time she spoke, and just nodded when she left the room with his cut. He fucked up and he knew it. He was doing the same thing that he feared Jeremy would do when he got back together with Tallis. “God damn it,” he cursed to himself as he stood up, completely naked, and paced back and forth in the room. “K, she’s right. I’m sorry.” He scratched his head; going to the clubhouse now probably wouldn’t be a good move. He pulled out his phone and began to text Jeremy. “Tillman, be in tomorrow morning. Sorry.” It was short, but Solomon didn’t really feel like begging for forgiveness through his phone. He sat back down on the bed and put his hand in his heads.

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Jeremy was finishing his beer at the table when Tallis came in and threw him Solomon’s cut, sighing in disappointment. He had a million things that he wanted to say, but just stayed silent. Like clockwork, the rest of the members filed in and took their seats at the table.

“Boys, Tallis,” Jeremy called out to the room as he slammed the gavel on the wooden table. He wouldn’t have considered himself a power hungry man, but sitting at the end of the table gave him a rush. “Black’s outta town and asked me to fill his shoes while he’s gone. That means I get to take care of you pretty ladies for the next few days.” This earned a few chuckles and a light hearted “fuck you,” from one of the members. Jeremy smiled, but quickly turned serious. “Obviously, we don’t need to investigate on who did this. I need to know how far we’ve gotten and what information we collected. DT, Chip?”

Chip spoke up for them. “We’ve been following him for the past four days. He’s gone back to the bay a couple times, and we saw him at Winters’ house twice." This frustrated Jeremy. Moira knew way too much about the charter to make it okay for her to get close to Cameron. Also, the thought of the abusive asshole seducing her made him tense up. No matter how much he didn’t love her, he didn’t hate her. He would always look out for her.

“Thanks, Chip. Does anyone have anything on Cherokee?”

Voodoo cleared his throat and spoke up. “None of ‘em have contacted us in over a week. They just got an extra weapons shipment this week, which definitely ain’t normal. They’re preparing for something, Tillman.” Tillman sighed and nodded. “Thanks, Voodoo.”

Tillman looked across the table to his brothers and Tallis. His eyes lingered on her for a moment before continuing. “Let’s hire some extra security for the clubhouse for now. Shamrock, make sure we got funds for it and add it to the books. If the fire was to kill someone, they would have hit the clubhouse. This was to send a message.” At this point, he stood up, leaning his hands down on the table. “I’m gonna call a meeting with Winters. If that doesn’t work, then I’ll have to deal with Moira.” His eyes shot down when he said that. “Chip and DT, continue surveillance. Voodoo, keep your eye on Cherokee. Carlo, check with our guard at the prison and see how our guys inside are holdin’ up. If Cherokee has alliances with any inmates, they could be in some deep shit. Patty, contact our supplier and let them know not to ship to the port for the time being. I don’t want our shit going through Winters.” He took a breath and thought before spoke. “Tallis and I will be coming up with a plan to strike back. She knows him better than any of us do. She’ll know his weaknesses, vices, and where to hit him where it hurts. I’ll bring it to the table when I have a rough draft.” Murmurs of approval drifted around the table. “Clean up in the garage is tomorrow as well. If you’re not on a project or escorting family members, I need you here. I’ll be here as soon as I can tomorrow. Thanks, brothers.” He let the gavel fall on the desk once more, and everyone began to filter out of the room.

Jeremy fell back into his chair and groaned. He wanted this to be over already, but he knew this had only just begun. He pulled a joint out of his breast pocket and lit it carefully. He took a large drag, held it for a moment, and exhaled slowly, the milky white smoke floating out of his nose and mouth. He was stressed, exhausted, angry, horny, and anxious all at one time. He noticed that Tallis had yet to leave the table, so he patted the table in front of him as a signal for her to sit. He passed her the joint after taking one more deep hit, and as he exhaled, he placed his hand on her thigh and rubbed it. “Let’s go.”

[18+] The Motorcycle Club

Just as Solomon nodded to Kaci’s words, he heard his phone vibrating. He would normally jump at the chance someone from the club called him; he was the definition of dedicated. But, with a smile, he said “Fuck it,” and gently ran his fingers through Kaci’s hair to the back of her hair and pulled her to him, engulfing the both of them in a passionate kiss. He didn’t care who knew about their relationship anymore. He was sick of hiding how he felt and, now that the one person he was most afraid of knew, he felt like a heavy burden was lifted off of his shoulders. He kissed her neck and collarbones as they laid there in the warm tub.

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It took a moment for Jeremy to process what Tallis was about to do, but once he did, he ran up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. “Tallis, are you fucking crazy? Wait, wait,” he tried to calm her as he looked into the fire. He didn’t want to be the hero, but a part of him wanted that bike out of there just as bad as she did. He released her and glanced at her for a moment before he ran towards the garage. The flames had begun to die down, and he bolted inside with an arm of his white dress shirt covering his mouth. He looked around quickly, the heat starting to nip at his skin, as he located the bike and ran towards it. A fire fighter began to scream at him when he began to move the bike. “Help me push this out!” Jeremy yelled back, and the firefighter reluctantly agreed. The motorcycle’s handle bars were hot, and Jeremy cursed as he felt them begin to sear his skin.

When they made it out of the garage, Jeremy coughed and spit onto the ground, and began to catch his breath. He immediately began to evaluate the damage to the bike. The handle bars had warped a bit, the rear fender was damaged, and the fuel tank was leaking. His nice white shirt had patches of gray all over it along with Jeremy’s face. He walked over to Tallis after checking out his hand and nodded over to the bike. “Should be an easy fix. I’ll start on it tomorrow,” he smiled as he squeezed her hand with his uninjured one.

He had to meet with the club soon to deal with the bullshit that had just happened, but all he wanted to do was go home. “Let’s get this meeting over with, and then we’ll head home, babe,” he said quietly as he lightly pinched her chin and winked, then began to head for the bar inside to get something to drink. The fire now had been extinguished, and Jeremy didn’t want to trouble himself or any of the club members by trying to assess the damage right away. "Where the fuck is Solo?" Jeremy mumbled to himself, not wanting to believe he ignore their calls to stay at his house with Kaci. It was already bad enough they were together, but if he forgot that the club is always number one, everyone had a long road ahead of them.

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After their fun, Solomon and Kaci laid back in her room, tangled in one another. He didn't want to deal with the consequences of him missing whatever had happened that night, and he knew it was bad as he had at least ten missed calls. Kaci deserved a night to be uninterrupted by the club. God knows she probably hadn't had that with Tillman.