AN: This is my first Death Sentence story and takes place before the movie, I always thought there was much more of a back story to Billy.


April 2007

"Who is that?"

Cindy glanced up at Gina, the girl next to her, "Fuck, you really are new around here. That," she motioned to the guys congregated around the pool table, "Is Billy Darley and his crew, he pretty much runs things around here."

"Runs things?" she quirked an eyebrow.

"Drugs mostly, debt collecting, other shit like that," Cindy shrugged, going back to cleaning glasses, "My brother works for him."

Gina nodded and fluffed her dyed red hair, "Single?"

"Billy? Hell no," Cindy laughed, both heads turned to the opening door and watched a dark-haired girl enter the bar, "That's Hartley Carter."

She smiled at Cindy as she passed them on her way to the group of guys and slipped her arms around Billy's waist before he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and dropped a kiss on her forehead with a small smile.

Gina took in the newcomer - chestnut waves, pale skin, a pretty face and a decent rack were all she could see, "What makes her so special?" she asked with a snarl.

Cindy shrugged and smiled, "She's been good enough for Darley the past 7 years."

"Oh yeah?"

Glancing up from the shots she was pouring Cindy was getting a little weary of this chick, "Shit can get dangerous around here, people get suspicious when they get asked too many questions about things that ain't their business."

Gina pouted a little before she noticed one of Billy's crew heading towards the bar and let her eyes run over his short blonde hair and tattooed neck.

"Hey sis, we need another round," he called to Cindy before turning to her, raking his eyes over her body and sticking out his hand with a grin, "I'm Baggy."


Taking the opportunity of a break in the game Billy handed his cue to Bodie and looked down at his girl, "Where the hell you been?"

She shook her head and ran a hand through her hair, "Chelle was bitching me out about my schedule."

"Would you like me to kick anybody's ass?" he asked, his smile a little sadistic.

Hartley smiled softly, "No need, baby," she stretched up and pressed a kiss to his lips, "But thank you."

He smirked, slipping his arm from her shoulders to her lower back and giving her butt a squeeze with his large hand, "Good, cause I got a feelin' we'll be busy tonight."

"Yo dude, you playin' pool or your girl?" Bodie asked, gesturing to the table with his cue.

Billy chuckled, "Oh I'm about to school your ass, motherfucker," he downed one of the shots from Cindy's tray and grabbed the wooden stick from his friend, joining him at the table.

Hartley laughed at the boys, she could tell that they'd started drinking long before she had arrived, it was rare to see them this at ease and chilled out in public. Bones must have been happy with Billy's delivery earlier.

"Hey Hart, what can I get you?" Cindy asked when the boys had emptied her tray of whiskey.

The dark haired girl shrugged out of her leather jacket and pulled herself up onto a stool, "Come join me for a bit, I'm not going to get anything sensible out of these morons," she thumbed towards the boys.

Cindy glanced at the clock behind the bar and shrugged, "I'm due a break anyways."

"Who's the redhead?" Hartley asked, leaning her elbows on the small table between them and resting her chin on her hand.

"Oh, that's Gina, the new barmaid. She was asking all about Billy earlier," Cindy raised an eyebrow at her friend.

"All about him, huh?" Hartley laughed, "What'd you tell her?"

"That she's got a snowball in hell's chance."

Hartley nodded and followed the new barmaid's line of sign to Billy's ass as he bent over to take his shot, "It feels like every fucking week I have to mark my damn territory for these bitches," she rolled her hazel eyes and twisted a lock of hair around her finger.

"Sorry babe but you got your hands on the finest real estate around," Cindy smiled sympathetically.

Hartley scoffed, "Yeah, well."

"You could always just let Billy handle them?"

"He'd just shoot them in the head," Hartley grinned.

There was a yell from behind the bar and Cindy rolled her eyes, "Back to work," she slipped off of her stool, "Sure I cant get you anything?"

The other girl shook her head, "Nah, I'm alright. I get the feeling I might need to be designated driver in a while."

A couple of hours later and Bodie had joined Hartley at her table, having been thoroughly shown up at pool he'd decided to stick to drinking.

"So what's the haps Little Bit?" he asked, lolling his head in her direction.

Hartley shrugged, "Working, living, you know," she turned to smile at her friend and that little red-haired bartender caught her eye for the last time, "In fact, I've got a little job I need to do right now."

She dropped off her stool, grabbed her jacket and adjusted her loose grey tank top into the waistband of her jeans before making her way over to Billy. As she rounded the pool table she spotted the new girl watching, hopefully she'd get the message first time around and Hartley wouldn't have to address her personally like she had a few others over the years.

Perching her butt on the edge of the table she rested her hands on the green felt, "You boys done playin'?"

Billy smirked and handed his cue to Heco before placing a hand either side of her thighs and lowering his face to hers, "You got another game in mind, little girl?"

Hartley looked down and ran a finger along the top of his belt buckle, "Well," she looked up at him through her dark lashes, "Only two can really play."

"Oh really?" he quirked an eyebrow.

She nodded slowly and looked at the girl behind the bar, "I don't share."

Billy chuckled and leaned closer to her, "Well lucky for you, neither do I," he breathed against her lips.

"Jeez, would you guys get a room already?" Joe whined from somewhere behind them.

Billy tugged Hartley up from the table by her elbows and into his chest, "Who needs a room when we've got a whole fucking apartment?" he grinned, throwing his arm around her shoulders and walking away from the group.

"Don't fuck in my bed, you sick fucks!" Joe yelled after them as the guy's laughter followed them out the door of the Four Roses.


Reviews and constructive criticism are always welcome, thanks for reading.