Chapter One
Wounded (Racey's POV)
Racey entered the small blood colored bedroom that she called hers in the apartment she shared with her sister. She felt slightly disgusted from the fact that she covered in sweat and blood but decided to fall into the black satin comforter on her bed. She laid there face down in the comforter then rolled her head to the right to have her senses staring at her door. She heard the clacking of heels and knew who it was. They seemed to have sped up once they made their way into the hallway and at that point it sounded like a horse was running down the hallway. She closed her eyes and rolled over on her back as the feminine figure entered her door.
"What the fuck Racey, Billy will be here any minute!" The pale tall blonde stepped into the room placing her hand on her hips and glaring at her sister. Tyran was well known for her temper and that was one reason why Billy kept her around. Racey and Tyran worked as a team in all aspects from working the corner to torturing and killing someone that crossed them or Billy. She began picking up the clothes off of her sister's floor still lecturing her. "I told you if you were going to take care of that bitch to do it cleanly so you wouldn't take for fucking ever to get ready once again. You should have had that shit done and not waited till fucking last minute like you always do."
Racey sat up on the bed with her eyes still closed her head dropped back almost touching her shoulders. "I tried my best Ty, she put up a pretty damn good fight. Made it a little more interesting but of course ruined your plans of me being ready." She stood up and glared at her sister slightly chuckling at the sight of her picking up her clothes. "Since when does it matter what Billy thinks. This place is always a fucking dump when he comes over any other time." She made her way to her dresser and pulled out some clean clothes.
Ty dropped the clothes into a basket Racey had beside her dresser. She had ignored her sister and then decided to remind her sister what tonight was. "You know what the fuck tonight is. You know why he is coming. Now go get a fucking shower before I knock the living shit out of you."
Racey raised her hands in a joking matter and slid by her sister's rampage, "Okay, okay. I'm fucking going she grabbed up the clothes she had placed out for her and headed to the bathroom. She sat her clothes on the counter and reached into the shower to turn the water on she undressed and kicked her filthy clothes across the floor then took a moment to stare into the mirror. She was a resemblance of her sister pale and tall. But instead of her sister's green eyes staring back at her she saw her lilac ones peering through the pink and purple dyed clumped up strands of hair. She ran her fingers through her hair combing it out of her face and leaned into the mirror a bit to check her face but saw nothing through all the blood. She then stood back to take in her figure. Her large breast shadowed her sweat covered abdomen from the shitty overhead light in the bathroom. Her hour glass shape would have made the devil blush with its perfection. She peered into the mirror a bit longer as she used her eyes to trace the tribal tattoos on her arms the trailed from her shoulders down to her wrist. She was immediately snapped out of her trance from the loud sound of her sister pounding on the door and screaming at her to hurry the fuck up. She jumped into the shower and watched as the water turned red and trailed down in to the drain. She quickly washed the filth from her body and stood in the shower for a minute letting the water the splash onto her bare skin before turning the water off. She reached her arm out of the shower and snatched her towel off the hook wrapping it around her. She stepped out and dried herself off before putting on the very lacy underwear that hugged her perfectly and slightly let a plump part of her ass hang out of the bottom. Then she placed her lime green bra on and quickly covered it with the white wife beater she had pulled out for herself she thin slipped into the tight boot cut jeans she had picked to wear and then once again went back to staring in the mirror. Her hair now clumping together from the water that was being held in it she brushed her fingers through it and scrunched it a bit before she removed the hair from her view. She leaned into the mirror to see a deep gash on her right cheek and a much smaller one on her forehead. Racey had just went after a woman named Samantha who had been holding out from Billy and also stealing meth from The Office. Billy sent Racey by herself sure that she could handle Sam without Ty's help but didn't know that Sam carried a switchblade knife and knew what Racey was coming for. Racey growled at the wounds on her face and muttered under her breath "that bitch, fucked my face up." She hadn't even felt them in the heat of the moment with the adrenaline pumping and the sound of her glock going off silencing the bitch forever quickly made Racey realize that she had finished her task. She looked over her body once more seeing a few scratches and bruises here and there but nothing to serious she made her way out of the bathroom and back into her bedroom seeing her sister still there removing the comforter and placing an identical one on the bed.
Ty turned around to see her sister stand there still a bit wet from her shower. She examined her outfit and then stopped dropping the dirty comforter on the floor as she saw the marks on Racey's face. "Race what the fuck happened? I thought you could handle her by yourself?"
Racey walked around her sister and plopped down on the bed once more laying across it on her stomach. "Don't worry about it, it's not a big deal."
"Not a big deal! Your face is sliced and diced and it's not a big deal." Tyran sat next to her sister on the bed and placed a hand on her back.
Racey jerked away, "It's not a big fucking deal alright! If anything it'll make Darley feel bad because he sent me by myself. I handled it though for sure bitch's body is in the river. You know she can't swim to save her fucking life." She smirked at her humor and rolled on her side to grasp her sister's hand. "I'll be ok it's no big deal I promise. Just a few switchblade swipes she got in."
Ty nodded and went back to cleaning Racey's room preparing for their visitor when a thunderous booming came from the door that led into the apartment. Both the sister's perked up at the noise and raced to the door practically fighting over who would answer it. Tyran of course won out and swung the door open to reveal the tall bald man standing in the dark with nothing to light up his face but the cherry on his lit cigarette.
"Did you do two do your fucking jobs or did you fuck them up?" Darley walked in his tribal tattoo peeking out of the collar of his grey Henley shirt that lay under a black t-shirt and his usual brown leather jacket. He plopped down black leather couch and slammed his heavy boots on to the coffee table and took a drag from his cigarette as he ran his hand across his head dropping it to the back of the couch to exhale the smoke he had just inhaled.
Racey and Ty followed suit and sat on either side of him staring at him Racey not afraid of him noticing the scars on her face placed her hand on his chest and stared at him smiling as he exhaled. Ty crossed her arms across her chest and placed her dagger heel boots on the table next to Billy's. "We fucking handled our shit. It almost cost Racey her fucking face though. Jared went down easy though and Heco fucked up yet another fucking batch."
Darley raised an eyebrow and looked at Race as he put out his cigarette. "What the fuck happened I thought you could handle her? Was I fucking wrong?"
Racey stood up stomping her way to the kitchen. She yelled at the two of them as she stomped her way through the small apartment. "I did my fucking job and that's all that matter. I can fucking handle it and I fucking handled her." She pulled her stash of liquor from the freezer and took a shot straight from the bottle slamming it on the counter. She didn't expect a lot of credit for her work but didn't expect to get hassled about it. Racey was the milder of the two sisters and handled things in a calmer way than her older more dominant sister, Tyran. Ty had always had side jobs she did by herself but this was Racey's first one. Billy trusted that she could handle this job and it would go easy. As much as he hated to admit it he had a soft spot for Race and didn't want her to wind up hurt. He also had a soft spot for Ty but was more scared of her than anything. He took them both as his business partners after watching how well they worked for him and of course enjoying a taste of each of them himself. He considered them his number one's in everything and knew they could handle a lot more than the rest of his idiots could.
"What the fuck is wrong with her? Go handle her, Ty." He reclined into the couch more and glared out of the corner of his eye at Tyran. "I said go handle her, Ty." He blew swift air from his nose huffing a bit as he continued to glare at the unmoving Ty.
Tyran sat unmoving and narrowed her eyes at Billy. "Why don't you fucking go handle it, Darley." She stood up and walked to her room at the back of the apartment.
Racey heard the two arguing about who would come see to her and decided to step outside on the balcony after pouring herself a glass of whiskey. She clinked the ice around in the glass a bit as she sat down in the dilapidated patio furniture that she had placed there a few months ago. She was thinking about how good a deal it was even though it was used when she heard the sliding door open and felt the tall figure that had walked out staring at her. "What do you want Darley? To tell me I don't get any more side jobs or to laugh at the shit Sam fucking did to my face with her blade?" She glared up at him able to see the piercing ice blue eyes lit up by the cigarette in his mouth peering at her.
"Really Race, is this how it's gonna fucking be?" He threw the cigarette over the banister and sat down across the balcony. "I don't like the fact that I'm gonna have to worry about the smallest side job fucking you up." He rubbed his hand across his head and sighed waiting for a reply.
"I handled the fucking job that's all that matters. Shit happens next time I'll expect a thieving slut to have a blade on her and it won't fucking happen again. So fuck it and fuck you, I'm doing more side jobs." She remained staring over the banister at the buildings that surrounded their building and took a sip from her drink and crushed ice between her teeth as she finished.
Billy huffed out some air and growled as he stood. "Your just as fucking difficult as your damn sister. I don't know why I even fucking keep you two around." He rubbed his head again and flared his nostrils before walking back into the apartment and slamming the door behind him.
Racey scoffed and crunched another piece of ice between her teeth.
She sat there a minute and clinked the ice in her glass again and then decided to enter back into the apartment. She walked past her sister and Billy sitting on the couch toward her room.
"Race get your ass back." She heard Darley call after her. She continued on her path towards her bedroom and slammed her door behind her throwing herself on her bed. She was soon accompanied by the man that had called after her. She felt his anger before he even entered the room as he slammed the door into her wall creating a hole where the door knob busted into it.
"Dammit Darley! Do you have to fuck every fucking thing up you touch!" She got up to examine the hole in her beloved red wall but was greeted by a hand pushing her back onto the bed.
"No I don't fuck up everything! Lose your fucking attitude and straighten your ass up." He turned and rubbed his hand across his head flaring his nostrils and letting out a bit of hot air from nose as he stood over Race. She shivered a bit at the sound of his anger and then regained composure and glared up at him.
"I'll do whatever the fuck I please and act how I fucking want to act Darley and you won't say shit about it." She stood and looked into those crystal blue eyes shivering a bit from the icy stare. She felt a hand wrap around her waist and felt herself be pulled into the muscular body of her former boss and now business partner. She looked up at him snarling and watched sadly as he took her drink away and set it on the dresser close by. He took the hand that just held the cool glass and placed it under her chin and noticed the anger that filled her eyes. He smirked at her and tilted her head up running his coarse thumb across her smooth flawless chin.
"You can't stay mad at me long Race, you know that. " He pulled her in tighter almost causing disgust upon her face then lifted her face to his and placed his full lips against hers. Racey flinched a bit then accepted the challenge he faced her with. She enjoyed feeling his whiskery like goatee against her skin and smiled a bit thinking about it. She then pulled away and punched his chest. "Why do you always have to fucking do that? It's bullshit I can't fight against that." She turned her back to him and smiled a bit still feeling the warmth of his lips on hers. She felt his finger tracing up her spine under her shirt and turned swiftly to face him and crossed her arms across her chest.
"Fucking stop it, Billy." He removed his jacket and tossed it on the bed behind her once again wrapping his broad arms around her. He stared into her lilac eyes past the colorful hair that covered her face and brushed the strands back behind her ear then began to trace the wounds left on her face from the blade. Racey leaned in to his chest and rested her head on his pectoral feeling the warmth of his skin through the two shirts he wore.
"I'm sorry Race, I should've had someone go with you in case there was trouble. "
Racey glared at him a bit ashamed and angry at the fact that he didn't think she could have handled it on her own. "I fucking handled it. It's done now fucking drop it and kiss me." She leaned into his face and wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his lips into hers feeling the warmth of them crash into hers and his tongue tease her lips and part them enough to force it into her mouth carefully massaging her tongue with his. She felt the pressure of his finger tips on her hips and then was thrown onto the bed. She licked her lips wanting more and crawled across the bed to assist Billy with the removal of his shirts. With one swift tug she removed them both over his head and began to trace his tattoo's that had built hers. She felt him tug her shirt off and unclasp her lime green bra. She stared at him biting her lip as she saw him take in her Darley marks and her supple breast He then picked her up and slammed her forcing her legs apart and working his way in between them to remove her pants again with one swift tug of passion and lust. He lifted her leg and smirked at her evilly and began kissing every inch of her body making his way up to her neck slightly nibbling at the tendons that bulged slightly at the side of her neck and then tracing his way around her face finding his way to her lips. Racey traced Billy's body with her fingers searching for his belt buckle to release the thing she longed for. She skillfully unclasped his belt buckle and used her feet to force Billy's pants down to his ankles. He pulled away from her lips and gave his signature smartass smile as he stepped out of his jeans and crawled onto the black satin bed plunging his face into Racey's neck working his way down her torso then back up to her lips. She felt him lean his hips down towards hers and gasped a bit as she felt him enter her. Each time she gasped it seemed Billy became more vigorous and held her lips tightly to his to muffle any noise that could escape either of them. Racey felt her body quiver with anticipation and excitement and with each plunge of Billy's hips she grew more and more anxious for the most glorious ending. She dug her nails into Billy's back and then dragged her hand up his spine and clutched the nape of his neck in her hand. She stared into the icy blue ponds of Billy's eyes as her body tightened and a moan escaped into Billy's mouth and felt him tighten soon after and heard his gasp over her panting. They laid next to each other after crawling under the black satin sheets, Racey's face against his chest tracing the outline of his muscles and trying to find the way out of the maze of his tattoos. His warmth lulled her to sleep and she rolled over putting her bare back against his body and slept.
Once Billy knew Racey was fast asleep he slipped carefully out of the bed and put his clothes back on swiftly before looking down at his phone to see several messages from Bodie. He rolled his eyes and made his way to the door he turned and smirked as he glanced at his conquest that laid there motionless in her bed and then went back on his path of leaving. As he closed the door behind him his eyes met Tyran's he saw her perched against the wall with her arms crossed across her chest and a smirk on her face.
"Have fun there Darley?" She stood up straight and placed her hands on her hips rolling her neck a bit at him and narrowing her eyes.
"It's none of your business, Ty. Stay the fuck out of it. " He walked passed her and was immediately caught by a grasp on his wrist.
"It is my fucking business. She is my little sister and you're not gonna fuck her over. Your damn sure not fucking me over either." She glared at him as she pinned him against the wall she spit the words out as if they were poison on her tongue.
"I'm not fucking either of you over. I'm just fucking you there is a big difference." He once again smiled that smartass smile and pushed Ty's arm from beside him and made his way down the hall and out of the apartment.