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"Oh, hey." Kaci kept her back to her brother, continuing to focus on her scrambled eggs. She was angry with Jeremy. Angry that the club had taken up so much of his time, and, even more angry that Tallis had gotten a hook in him once again. How stupid could he be? Couldn't he see that she was wrong for him? "No, it's fine. I understand that the club comes first, it pays the bills after all." She moved the frying pan of the hot eye, finally turning to face her brother with arms crossed. He was covered in scratches. "What's not fine is that Tallis is staying in our house. Did you even think about asking me before you welcomed her in? You know how I feel about her, Jeremy. She's bad for you! Why can't you fucking see that?!"

Jeremy was over protective of Kaci, but she was also protective of him. It went both ways.

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Tallis waved Jeremy away, grinning from ear to ear. She was still in a state of post-sex bliss, riding the lingering waves from what he did to her body. There was no way she was leaving this bed just yet, or ever. Jeremy's home was beginning to feel like, well, home. Something she hadn't felt or had in a very, very long time. The sound of her ringing phone pulled her mind from thoughts of Jeremy's ass. "Hello?"

"Where the hell are you, bitch?" Cameron was obviously drunk, his words badly slurred.

"Why does it fucking matter, Cameron? I thought I told you to leave me alone."

"You're my old lady, I have a right to know where you are."

"No, I told you we're done. I've already moved on."

There was a pause. "You're in Tillman's bed, aren't you, slut?"

"That shouldn't fucking matter to you, Cameron."

"I'm coming for you, bitch. Be ready."

The line went dead and Tallis threw her phone across the room. If Cameron said he would come for her, he would. Even in Jeremy's home, she wasn't safe.

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"Let me make you some breakfast." Jeremy's words went in one ear and out the other, for Tallis was far too focused on his lips as she chewed on her own. The way they moved as he tried to seduce her with the promise of a home cooked breakfast. "Uh-huh," was all she could say as she continued to stare. Fuck, they just looked so goddamn kissable. Don't do it. She remembered how they sent electricity through her body all those months ago. These thoughts were making her weak. Don't do this to yourself. God, had he always been this handsome? Tallis reached up and brushed stray hairs out of that handsome face of his, letting her fingers trail across his lips. Fuck it, just do it. She leaned forward but stopped so close that he could feel the warmth of her breath.

"I'm going to kiss you now, okay?"

And she did, positioning herself that she was sitting on top of him in the process. Her fingertips kissed his scars, her hands running over his shoulders and arms before moving back up to tangling her slender fingers in his dirty blond hair. This was heaven, she had died and gone to heaven. "Jeremy Tillman," it was more difficult to talk between stolen kisses than she remembered. "I'm sorry, I should have never left you and I should have come back sooner. I'm sorry." Tallis cupped his face in her hands as she continued to kiss him, putting every ounce of passion that was in her body into them.

She wanted more, everything he had to give. The good. The bad. She wanted all of it. All of him. It was like being 18 again.

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Kaci stopped at Jeremy's door, prepared to knock until she heard Tallis' voice. "I'm sorry, I should have never left you and I should have come back sooner. I'm sorry." That sentence made her blood run cold. She had seen what loving Tallis had done to Jeremy, and she didn't want to see it happen again.

She's going to ruin him.

"We need to talk about Jeremy." She pressed send on the text to Solo, heading down the stairs to start her breakfast.

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Kaci grunted at the sound of her phone vibrating on her nightstand. Who the hell was texting her at this hour?! She groped the nightstand in search of the iPhone, finally finding it after what felt like forever. The text message was from Solo and to her great surprise, it was actually already 10:30. I must have been exhausted, I don't usually sleep in this late. She squinted as she read over Solo's message. A small smile was beginning to form on her lips. At least he was thinking about her. "Glad you're alive. I tried to stay out as late as I could, but I knew Jeremy would freak if he saw my car wasn't in the driveway. Can I see you today, or do yo have more club stuff to attend to this morning?"

She was hoping that they would have an off day after last night.

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Her night had been too peaceful, her dreams too sweet. It was only a matter of time before the nightmare forced her awake.

"Cameron...please don't! The baby is yours! I swear." Tears began dripping down Tallis' cheeks, her hands twitching towards her stomach. "What are you doing?! No! Not my baby." As her body hit the first stair in her nightmare, she was jolted awake; her cold heart was racing as she searched for clues to where she was. Nothing looked familiar. I'm not back in Cherokee and Cameron is not laying next to me. I'm safe. He can't hurt me anymore. With a sigh of relief, Tallis settled back into Tillman's arms. He smelled like blood and alcohol.

She was safe when she was with Tillman. "Sorry if I woke you up, baby. I should have mentioned the nightmares." The embarrassment was clear in her tired voice. She was supposed to be a bad bitch, not some softie that cried in her sleep.

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Tallis put her hands up in mock surrender, "I promise that I won't try anything." She gladly accepted his offer to lay atop him. The warmth of his body and the feel of his skin sent shivers down her spine. Memories came flooding back. They were in this very position, but their clothes had been tossed haphazardly across the bedroom floor. Moira's screaming voice floating up from the ground floor; she knew Tallis was there, and she was pissed and hurt. Tallis' and Moira's friendship ended that night, but Tallis knew it had always known it ended the day Moira and Jeremy got together.

True friendship was always difficult to come by outside of the club.

She exhaled the toxic memories with a sigh, tracing the tattoos that littered Jeremy's torso. He was fading fast. "Go to sleep, Tillman. I'll be here when you wake up. I'm not leaving this time." Despite everything that was telling her to run...she wouldn't do it this time. Tallis wouldn't leave in the early hours of the morning. She wouldn't receive text after text asking where she had gone and if she was coming back. She wouldn't have to listen to Tillman's drunken voicemails. Instead she would wake up beside him, still wrapped in his arms.

Everything about this terrified her. Everything. But somehow she managed to drift off into a nightmare filled sleep.

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She chuckled at his ramblings, unsure if anything he was saying was true. A part of her, though, hoped that it was. "Sure, baby, I'll help you upstairs." There was no lust to be found in her words or her voice. "I'm going to tuck you in and kiss you goodnight, and that's it, okay?" True to her word, Tallis helped Jeremy up the stairs; it was comparable to leading a giant toddler to bed. A very well muscled tattoos with scars and tattoos, but a toddler nonetheless.

Tallis shook her head to free herself of the silly thoughts.

Just put him to bed, and then go to your own room. Don't stay. Once he was seated, she plopped down beside him to catch her breath. "Need anything else, Tillman? Water? A back rub? Painkillers?" Never had she wanted to be so helpful.

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Tallis smacked his hands away from the cuts, preparing to scold him like he was a small child. "What have I told you about that, Jeremy? They're going to get fucking infected, and it's real unpleasant to kiss someone who's missing their bottom lip." Satisfied that his wounds were now clean, she began stitching them out. In and out. Out and in. In and out. Out and in. There was something mildly soothing about sewing someone up. She couldn't help but laugh at his comment about her shirt. "Thanks. I've always liked this shirt. Maybe I'll let you take it off of me tonight, if you're a good boy."

It didn't take long for Tallis to finish stitching him up. The wound looked bad, but most of them only needed to be cleaned and bandaged. "Are you going to tell me about what happened, or would you rather talk about something else?"

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Tallis Black was curled up on the couch when Kaci entered the house. Her dirty blonde hair looked like a birds nest, and it was painfully obvious that she had put her clothes back on in a hurry. "Did you enjoy getting laid?"

"W-what?" Kaci froze at Tallis' words, praying that her brother was far, far away. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Tallis. It's really good to see you, though!" Maybe kissing her ass would make this all go away.

"Kissing my ass isn't going to make this all go away, Kaci. You and Solo are playing with fire and you're both going to get burned." To punctuate her sentence, Tallis snorted another line. God. The drugs weren't nearly as good in Cherokee City. "Jeremy is going to find out at some point, and it's going to ruin his friendship with Solo. You're secret is safe with me, but when you're the reason Jeremy hates Solo 'cause he knocked you up...just know you won't get any sympathy from me."

"You've always been a real bitch, Tallis, you know that?"

"Yep."

~A few hours later~

Tillman was loud enough to wake the dead, but luckily Tallis was still awake. She was wearing one of Jeremy's oversized t-shirts, her thick, wet hair pulled into a messy bun. "You look like shit." She nodded towards a chair, "Take a seat so I can patch you up." The President's daughter inspected his wounds, clicking her tongue like a displeased mother hen. Most of these would scar, but she had always liked her men heavily scarred and tattooed.

Kaci stumbled down the stairs, rubbing the sleep from her eyes with the back of her hands. "Jeremy, is that you?" Without her contacts in he was nothing more that a skin colored blob. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

"He's fine, Kaci. I'm taking care of him. Go back to bed, okay?" To Tallis' surprise, Jeremy's sister simply grumbled and 'okay' before heading back up the stairs; usually she would have put up one hell of a fight. "Well that was easy," She pushed herself out of her chair as she spoke, working her way around the kitchen to grab supplies. Needle and thread. Peroxide. Paper towels. Whiskey. Cocaine. Just the needed when sewing up your former lover's battle wounds. "How you feeling, big boy?" It was best to ask him questions and keep him talking as she cleaned the wounds out with peroxide.

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Tallis simply nodded at his words, she knew that there was more than he was letting on. "Come back to me, Jeremy Tillman." She paused as she stood. "I don't care how many pieces you come back in, just come back." With that she left him alone with his mountain of paperwork. The early hours of the morning would tell her everything she needed to know...if he came back. No, he's coming back. Life wasn't that cruel, it wouldn't take away anyone else she loved.

Or so she told herself.

She made her way up the stairs and into Jeremy's bedroom, leaving the doors open as she stripped down to nothing. A bath was actually sounding pretty pleasant at the moment. Hot water and a line of coke. She was surely living the life.

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"Alright?" Kaci looked up at Solomon with glossy eyes. She was still riding the high of her climax. "I'm so much better than just alright. Everyone made it seem like losing your virginity would be so awful, but there was nothing awful about that." At the realization that she had said far more than she had wanted to, Kaci turned bright red. She hadn't wanted Solo to know. Not that it really mattered, but still. A girl had to seem experienced. Before she cold say anything else, someone began slamming their fist against Solo's bedroom door.

"If you're done fucking Tillman's sister, Black wants to see you." It was Patty, and it was obvious that he was fighting back giggles with other members of the club.

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Cain O'Rielly
Nickname: Patty
Age: 32
Title: Scout and Club Member

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Alexander Black
Nickname(s): Black, Boss, or President
Age:56
Title: President