A/N so this is a series of Death Sentence Oneshots. they can be read together as a story, but each can also be read independently, hence why it says 'complete'. if you want to know when i update this story, either add me (extraho) or the story to your alert list. it will save you the trouble of looking for it every time. We're starting the story (ies) only a few days after the trial. Nick does not kill Joe, just for the record. now, read on and enjoy, please leave a review on your way out....
Nick slammed open the doors of the Four Roses had marched straight down to where the Mercenaries of Death were sitting, laughing and enjoying their drinks.
None of the men noticed him before he grabbed Billy's collar and hauled him off his chair. The younger man dropped his drink on the floor, his breath knocked out of him as he was slammed up against the wall.
In a burst of fury Nick punched the wall just next to Billy's head, satisfied with the honest fear he saw in his eyes; those lovely sea green eyes.
"Nicky…" Billy breathed.
"That's the guy!" Joey yelled, "That's the kids father - didn't have the balls to put me in jail –"
"Shut up Joey!" Billy yelled without taking his eyes off of Nick. His insides had frozen when he heard what Joey said. He didn't want to hear anymore, hoping he was wrong. A fist slammed into the wall and Billy's head whipped to the side, his eyes closed, his breathing irregular and heavy. "Nick – I'm sor –"
"What you gonna say?" Nick hissed, trapping Billy to the wall, "what the fuck can you say to make this alright, uh?" he shook his head and leaned on the wall, his breath ghosting over Billy's face.
Billy's breath hitched as Nick's chest came in contact with his own, the multiple layers of clothing becoming despised. Without thinking he slipped his arms around his neck and held him closely. He buried his face against his neck, wanting to hide from the world. Nick did that for him; took away the rest of the world and created a safe bubble for him, if only for a few hours. Or seconds.
"Billy, Billy, Billy" he sighed. Nick's hand slipped under the collar or the black shirt and entwined his fingers with the thin silver chain. Harshly, he yanked it off, the metal cutting into the soft skin at the nape of Billy's neck. Without a word he dropped the silver cross pendant on the dirty floor and unwound himself from Billy's arms, ignoring the pleading whimpers of his name – a sound he used to breathe for.
"Nick I'm sorry…please –"
Nick just shook his head, "too far, baby-boy. Too far," he said and walked away.
Billy's body and mind was numb, unable to comprehend what had happened. Shaking, he sank to the floor, his hand rubbing the brand new tattoo above his heart. Tears pooled in his eyes once more, his lip trembling. He clenched his jaw tightly, refusing to look at the gang standing curiously around him. "Just get out…" he said silently.
The gang looked at each other, their leaders words sending chills up their spines, even more so than when he was screaming and yelling at them. This voice was quiet, breathy and soft. And terrifying.
"Get away from me." He whispered.
Joey turned around, words about to slip off his tongue, just in time to see several wet tears slip down his brothers cheeks, his expression one of pure agony, the silver chain wrapped around his hand, clutched above his heart.
Joey held his tongue, leaving his brother in peace. A feeling of foreboding came over him as he walked out of the bar.
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