Jeremy’s alarm began to buzz, his least favorite noise. “Fuck,” he whispered, as he blindly slapped his end table and successfully stopped the awful sound. He rubbed his eyes and looked to his left to see the woman he had brought home last night, naked with her hair wildly placed across the pillows. Jeremy smirks, carefully throwing his legs over the bed in an effort not to wake her.
Talking to the women in the morning after he spent the night with them really wasn’t something he enjoyed doing. He figured that they share what they needed to between the sheets, and any sort of conversation that had would be to avoid what happened the night before. Jeremy didn’t like that. He didn’t want to pretend nothing happened over coffee. He loved women, and women loved him. There was no shame, in his mind, about sleeping with women. It's just physical. “You're young, Tilly, live it up,” he would tell himself whenever the guilt of seeing a woman as a warm body began to creep up on him.
Jeremy had a busy day ahead of him, maybe the only reason he had any sort of regret the night before. A new gang, the Evil Saints MC, had been moving in on their turf in an effort to control the drug trade in the neighboring town. There was an early club meeting scheduled in order to see what their next move would be. He didn’t mind the violence that came from these sorts of rivalries; it was almost like a game of chess. Each strategic move would be followed by one of the opponent. Sometimes, he lost some of his bishops, but they all knew it was to protect their queen, The Club.
He went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. He had been working out more frequently, maybe trying to cancel out the damage he had been doing to his body with the drinking and partying. He scanned over himself, looking at the remaining scars that poked through his tattooed torso. He sighed as he began to run the shower, trying to get the water as hot as possible for he stepped in. He closed his eyes and let the water run on his face while he took a deep breath. Thoughts raced through his mind, one being Wiz, his best friend who was killed in an "accident" last year, of Moira, his ex-girlfriend who finally had enough of his bullshit and left him a month prior, of his little sister, who kept getting in trouble trying to follow in his footsteps.
After his shower, he put on a pair of sweats and began to gently shake the woman who was in his bed.
“Hey,” he whispered. “Time to go.”
“What?” she quietly grunted, “Can’t I just—“
“Time to go,” he repeated. “Club business. I can’t have you stay.”
“Asshole,” she sighed as slowly rose out of bed and began to get changed. “Don’t expect me to call you again, Tillman.”
He chuckled. “Isn’t that what you said last time, Ashley?”
She fought a smile that was curling on her lips. “Why do I do this to myself?” She walked up to him slowly, flicked her eyes up to him in a seductive manner, and slowly began to kiss him. He began to feel himself give in to her, just like he did last night, his hands slowly sliding down her back. His eyes shot open and he stopped himself.
“Ashley, I don’t have time for this.”
“Fine,” she glared at him, walking to grab her purse. She walked out of the door without looking back, forcefully closing the door behind her. Jeremy laughed. He almost enjoyed having a woman mad at him than one pleased with him. He loved to be that fire lit under a woman to make her pissed off.
Jeremy slipped on jeans, a white v neck, and his leather cut. He pulled back his hair into a bun, not really caring what the final outcome was. He began to make his way downstairs to the kitchen, where his automatic coffee brewer was already steaming. He took a whiff, savoring the smell as he got ready to head to the clubhouse. He poured himself a cup, and then scanned his cabinet for his other ingredient. “Whiskey,” he murmured to himself as he grabbed the bottle and poured a shot into the mug.
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Solomon jolted awake from a nightmare, which was not very unusual for him. He sighed in relief when he realized that it wasn’t real, his breathing slowing down to its normal rate. Solomon lived in an apartment above the clubhouse, jokingly named its “overnight security guard” to fend off any intruders. The one time there was an actual intruder, he was so out of it that he ran down completely naked with a gun in his hand and scared the guy straight out the front door.
Solomon stood up and stretched before he checked the time on his alarm clock. ”5:59am. Can’t I ever sleep in?” he thought to himself, just as the clocked turn to 6:00am, and alarm started blaring. He walked over to turn off his alarm and caught a glimpse of his naked form in the full length mirror. ”I need to get to the gym.” He always hated his skinny frame; it made him less intimidating than he wanted to be. It was a fun surprise to those he squared up with, who assume he is just a wimp until they absorb his first punch.
He walked over to the bathroom, splashed some water on his face, and then stared at himself in the mirror with his hands leaning against the sink. He had already showered last night, mostly to wash the grime of the strip club he frequented off of his body. His fingers traces the dark circles under his eyes slowly before he went back into his room and got dressed. ”Another early meeting. Another job to be handled. Another battle won” he assured himself as he slipped on his cut. He checked himself one last time in the mirror before heading down the to clubhouse’s kitchen. He started the coffee maker and sat up on the counter top, patiently waiting for the pot to be full.
Jeremy pulled up on his motorcycle, which alerted Solo to his presence. He poured two mugs and walked them over to the meeting room, which housed a large wooden table with 10 chairs. He placed a mug at the end of the table, for the President. Although Black wasn’t high maintenance, Solo always made sure to have a cup of coffee waiting for him for their early morning meetings. Jeremy strolled into the meeting room, drinking the last bit of "coffee" in his mug before putting it down on the delicately carved wooden table.
“Mornin’, Solo. You look rough. Another late night at Lipstick’s?” Jeremy chuckled.
“If you weren’t cuddling with Ashley, you could’ve joined me. Things got wild,” Solo coughed, immediately seeing President Black enter the room.
Both Jeremy and Solomon straightened up and nodded at the President. “Mornin’, Pres!” Jeremy smiled. “Tillman, Solo,” the President greeted them. “Where are the others?
Like clockwork, 7 of the remaining members who had authority to sit and vote at the table began to file in. All of them sat in their assigned seats, Jeremy sitting to the right of the President, and Solo to his right.
“Alright, brothers. You all know why we’re here today. Our nextdoor neighbors think they can start controlling drug trade on our turf. I guess the message we sent to them last year wasn’t clear enough. I’m thinking that – “ Black’s cellphone began to ring, which caused looks to be exchanged across the table. “God dammit,” curses black, as he takes his phone out of his cut’s inner pocket.
“Hello? I can’t really – Honey? Is that really you? I- “
Silence filled the room as President Black listened on the other line.
”Honey?” Jeremy thought to himself. "Black would never call his ex-old lady that. That must mean,” his stomach dropped for a moment, "Tallis.”
“You want to come here? Things aren't good here, sweetie. We’re about to –“ Another pause from President Black. “Well, you know I can’t say no to you. Fine. See you soon.” Black hung up his phone and slipped it back into his pocket. “Well, boys. It looks like we’re going to have some company. Our boys from the Cherokee City charter will be escorting Tallis in today. With all this bullshit going on, I need her to be kept safe at all costs. Tillman?” The mention of his name made Jeremy jump up a little. “Yes, boss.” President Black shot him a glare and said, “You’re gonna be taking care of my princess while she’s here. I don’t mean to put you on such a simple task, but I trust you, son.” Jeremy had a million thoughts racing through his head. ”Well, he obviously doesn’t know our past. That’s a good sign.”
“No problem, Black. I’ll take care of her.”
“And, Tillman?”
“Yes, boss?”
“Don’t fuck her, okay?”
This caused a roar of laughter to erupt among the table of outlaws, and a pink hue scattered across Jeremy’s face.
“Yes, boss.”
Talking to the women in the morning after he spent the night with them really wasn’t something he enjoyed doing. He figured that they share what they needed to between the sheets, and any sort of conversation that had would be to avoid what happened the night before. Jeremy didn’t like that. He didn’t want to pretend nothing happened over coffee. He loved women, and women loved him. There was no shame, in his mind, about sleeping with women. It's just physical. “You're young, Tilly, live it up,” he would tell himself whenever the guilt of seeing a woman as a warm body began to creep up on him.
Jeremy had a busy day ahead of him, maybe the only reason he had any sort of regret the night before. A new gang, the Evil Saints MC, had been moving in on their turf in an effort to control the drug trade in the neighboring town. There was an early club meeting scheduled in order to see what their next move would be. He didn’t mind the violence that came from these sorts of rivalries; it was almost like a game of chess. Each strategic move would be followed by one of the opponent. Sometimes, he lost some of his bishops, but they all knew it was to protect their queen, The Club.
He went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. He had been working out more frequently, maybe trying to cancel out the damage he had been doing to his body with the drinking and partying. He scanned over himself, looking at the remaining scars that poked through his tattooed torso. He sighed as he began to run the shower, trying to get the water as hot as possible for he stepped in. He closed his eyes and let the water run on his face while he took a deep breath. Thoughts raced through his mind, one being Wiz, his best friend who was killed in an "accident" last year, of Moira, his ex-girlfriend who finally had enough of his bullshit and left him a month prior, of his little sister, who kept getting in trouble trying to follow in his footsteps.
After his shower, he put on a pair of sweats and began to gently shake the woman who was in his bed.
“Hey,” he whispered. “Time to go.”
“What?” she quietly grunted, “Can’t I just—“
“Time to go,” he repeated. “Club business. I can’t have you stay.”
“Asshole,” she sighed as slowly rose out of bed and began to get changed. “Don’t expect me to call you again, Tillman.”
He chuckled. “Isn’t that what you said last time, Ashley?”
She fought a smile that was curling on her lips. “Why do I do this to myself?” She walked up to him slowly, flicked her eyes up to him in a seductive manner, and slowly began to kiss him. He began to feel himself give in to her, just like he did last night, his hands slowly sliding down her back. His eyes shot open and he stopped himself.
“Ashley, I don’t have time for this.”
“Fine,” she glared at him, walking to grab her purse. She walked out of the door without looking back, forcefully closing the door behind her. Jeremy laughed. He almost enjoyed having a woman mad at him than one pleased with him. He loved to be that fire lit under a woman to make her pissed off.
Jeremy slipped on jeans, a white v neck, and his leather cut. He pulled back his hair into a bun, not really caring what the final outcome was. He began to make his way downstairs to the kitchen, where his automatic coffee brewer was already steaming. He took a whiff, savoring the smell as he got ready to head to the clubhouse. He poured himself a cup, and then scanned his cabinet for his other ingredient. “Whiskey,” he murmured to himself as he grabbed the bottle and poured a shot into the mug.
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Solomon jolted awake from a nightmare, which was not very unusual for him. He sighed in relief when he realized that it wasn’t real, his breathing slowing down to its normal rate. Solomon lived in an apartment above the clubhouse, jokingly named its “overnight security guard” to fend off any intruders. The one time there was an actual intruder, he was so out of it that he ran down completely naked with a gun in his hand and scared the guy straight out the front door.
Solomon stood up and stretched before he checked the time on his alarm clock. ”5:59am. Can’t I ever sleep in?” he thought to himself, just as the clocked turn to 6:00am, and alarm started blaring. He walked over to turn off his alarm and caught a glimpse of his naked form in the full length mirror. ”I need to get to the gym.” He always hated his skinny frame; it made him less intimidating than he wanted to be. It was a fun surprise to those he squared up with, who assume he is just a wimp until they absorb his first punch.
He walked over to the bathroom, splashed some water on his face, and then stared at himself in the mirror with his hands leaning against the sink. He had already showered last night, mostly to wash the grime of the strip club he frequented off of his body. His fingers traces the dark circles under his eyes slowly before he went back into his room and got dressed. ”Another early meeting. Another job to be handled. Another battle won” he assured himself as he slipped on his cut. He checked himself one last time in the mirror before heading down the to clubhouse’s kitchen. He started the coffee maker and sat up on the counter top, patiently waiting for the pot to be full.
Jeremy pulled up on his motorcycle, which alerted Solo to his presence. He poured two mugs and walked them over to the meeting room, which housed a large wooden table with 10 chairs. He placed a mug at the end of the table, for the President. Although Black wasn’t high maintenance, Solo always made sure to have a cup of coffee waiting for him for their early morning meetings. Jeremy strolled into the meeting room, drinking the last bit of "coffee" in his mug before putting it down on the delicately carved wooden table.
“Mornin’, Solo. You look rough. Another late night at Lipstick’s?” Jeremy chuckled.
“If you weren’t cuddling with Ashley, you could’ve joined me. Things got wild,” Solo coughed, immediately seeing President Black enter the room.
Both Jeremy and Solomon straightened up and nodded at the President. “Mornin’, Pres!” Jeremy smiled. “Tillman, Solo,” the President greeted them. “Where are the others?
Like clockwork, 7 of the remaining members who had authority to sit and vote at the table began to file in. All of them sat in their assigned seats, Jeremy sitting to the right of the President, and Solo to his right.
“Alright, brothers. You all know why we’re here today. Our nextdoor neighbors think they can start controlling drug trade on our turf. I guess the message we sent to them last year wasn’t clear enough. I’m thinking that – “ Black’s cellphone began to ring, which caused looks to be exchanged across the table. “God dammit,” curses black, as he takes his phone out of his cut’s inner pocket.
“Hello? I can’t really – Honey? Is that really you? I- “
Silence filled the room as President Black listened on the other line.
”Honey?” Jeremy thought to himself. "Black would never call his ex-old lady that. That must mean,” his stomach dropped for a moment, "Tallis.”
“You want to come here? Things aren't good here, sweetie. We’re about to –“ Another pause from President Black. “Well, you know I can’t say no to you. Fine. See you soon.” Black hung up his phone and slipped it back into his pocket. “Well, boys. It looks like we’re going to have some company. Our boys from the Cherokee City charter will be escorting Tallis in today. With all this bullshit going on, I need her to be kept safe at all costs. Tillman?” The mention of his name made Jeremy jump up a little. “Yes, boss.” President Black shot him a glare and said, “You’re gonna be taking care of my princess while she’s here. I don’t mean to put you on such a simple task, but I trust you, son.” Jeremy had a million thoughts racing through his head. ”Well, he obviously doesn’t know our past. That’s a good sign.”
“No problem, Black. I’ll take care of her.”
“And, Tillman?”
“Yes, boss?”
“Don’t fuck her, okay?”
This caused a roar of laughter to erupt among the table of outlaws, and a pink hue scattered across Jeremy’s face.
“Yes, boss.”
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