"I love you, K." His words sent shivers down her spine, filling her stomach with bubbles and butterflies. "I love you, too, Solomon. I really do." How long had she been waiting to say those words to him? It felt like years. Kaci pushed herself into a sitting position to get a better look at him. He's so incredibly handsome. She traced his lips with her fingertips while biting her own. "I want you."
That was an understatement.
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Just an outlaw and his old lady on a date. Was she his old lady? A large part of her hoped so, hoped that they could have a future together. A future with matching tattoos and tiny Tillman's running around, but all of that would have to wait. Tallis was too pleased with the here and now to continue thinking about the future.
Jeremy and Tallis talked and laughed for what felt like hours, all of their troubles seeming to melt in the crisp night air. They discussed the art that littered their bodies, pointing out the pieces that were new and delving into the stories that went with them. Memories flowed from their mouths as freely as the whiskey and wine were poured into their glasses. "Do you remember that one time you and Taylor set firecrackers off in my room? Jesus Christ, I'd never seen dad appear so quickly in my entire fucking life. I was actually impressed. I didn't know a man that large could run." She erupted into laughter, doubling over for laughing so hard. This was the happiest she had been in months. No, years. Nothing had been right since Taylor died, but this was right. This was perfect.
They were having such a delightful time talking, they barely touched their food. "Would you like boxes for your food?" Asked the flamboyant waiter with a flourish of his hand.
Tallis looked down at her seafood alfredo, mildly surprised that her plate was still so full. "Oh, yes please!" And with that, their waiter left them alone once more. To her great disappointment, though, their conversation did not resume to tattoos and what motorcycle was the best.
“Tallis, I hate bringing up club shit right now, but I have something to tell you. 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 rubbing the top of her hand until she had goosebumps. “I want your help with this. You know Cameron better than any of us do.”
She placed a hand on her stomach, frowning deeply at his words. Tallis had tried her best to forget, but that wasn't a possibility anymore. "You know I'll help any way I can, baby, just say the word and I'll do it." And she would. Anything he asked. But if he thought he was going to be the one to kill Cameron, he was a fucking idiot. Despite the serious tone that the conversation had taken, Tallis perked up at the idea of dessert. "I'm sure you'll taste even better covered in chocolate and whipped cream." And handcuffed to the bed, but that can be mentioned later.
Her excitement for dessert was short-lived, though, at the sound and sight of the explosion. Tallis' heart sank into her stomach. Were outlaws not allowed to have happiness? Because it was beginning to feel like that was the case. Before she knew it, she and Jeremy were back and his truck and racing towards the clubhouse. Her heart sank even more then they arrived; the garage was engulfed in flames. The fire department were running around like mad, trying the best to put the fire out.
"Jeremy, Banshee is in there. That's all I have left of Taylor's. Banshee is in there!" Without realizing it, she began moving towards the fire.
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