Disclaimer: Don't own, didn't happen. Set during the movie.

It was cold out. Lily struggled to keep herself warm underneath her thin denim skirt and small leather jacket as she walked down the street, but it was nearly impossible. Walking out so late at night was not recommended for women living in the slums of the city especially in a mini skirt and heels, but Lily could care less. All the young woman cared for was a bit of heat to keep her from freezing to death. Looking over onto the empty road, she looked for any sign of a car. A mustang to be exact. A black one with a red stripe. Not seeing the familiar sight, Lily pressed onward.

Billy should have been here by now, Lily thought to herself, thinking of her muscular boyfriend and his possible whereabouts, What the fuck is taking him so long?

Walking onto a curb, Lily stopped and leaned against an abandoned brick building. After shivering from the building's dead coldness, Lily regretted leaving work. Even though she twirled around a pole in barely any clothing, it was still warmer than standing outside in below-zero weather. Making a poor attempt to shelter her cheeks with her curly honey-blonde strands, Lily braced herself as another gush of wind came her way.

Thinking of Billy, she remembered how they came to meet: At thirteen, Lily was a runaway with no money and nowhere to turn. Pimps began luring her in like a fish on a hook. They promised her fancy clothes and tons of money, when all she really got was abuse and poor conditions. When she turned fifteen, she escaped her life in prostitution and began selling drugs for her next boyfriend Ivan, a dope addict with a knack for twitching. Finally, when Ivan was killed by a group of skin-headed thugs, sixteen-year-old Lily came to know a man named Billy Darley. Billy, despite his large, scary exterior, comforted her and gave her a couple hundred to get a place of her own.

After that, Lily tried going back to school. All that got her was a stream of no-good boyfriends and a reason to dropout. At eighteen, she found The Kitten House Gentlemen's Club and began her stripping career. Little did Lily know, Billy happened to own the club and watched her perform from the farthest booth from the stage every night, smoking a cigarette and drinking his beer as always. Lily hadn't even noticed until he approached her one night in her dressing room:

You were great tonight; he had said to her, you're great every night.

So, I guess you're a regular customer then, huh? She had asked him, a playful smirk on her painted face,

Well, an owner always needs to know what's going on in his business.

Lily remembered staring at him for a minute in her mirror. Billy had a charm, a confidence that made him appealing. Seeing him leaning against the doorway, his crystal blue eyes concentrated on her body made Lily shiver slightly under her silk robe. Billy and Lily went to his apartment, and didn't leave his bed until morning.

After that night, Billy seemed to always watch over Lily, which she did not mind. Her eyes would always scan the dimly light club for Billy's icy blue eyes, only to find them in the same booth every night. She danced for him; stripped for him; gave herself to him. Soon enough, Lily fell deep for Billy.

Now, nobody touched Lily Dawson, Billy Darley's girl. Billy once beat the hell out of a guy for groping Lily as she gave him a lap dance. She didn't mind his protectiveness, he only did it out of love.

"Lily!" A deep voice shouted to her, breaking into her memories.

Looking over onto the road she saw the familiar black mustang sitting next to the curb. Inside was a large, bald man in a leather jacket and dark clothes. Lily smiled as she looked at Billy, somewhat struting her way towards the car; landing in her seat.

"Sorry I couldn't be there tonight," Billy muttered before turning onto the road again, "Had things to do..."

"I understand," Lily answered, sliding over the shifter and pressed a hand onto the middle of Billy's jeans, "You shoulda seen me. I wore that outfit you like,"

"The Schoolgirl one?" Billy asked, his arm snaked around her thin waist, his hand resting on her bare thigh.

"Mmmhmm. With pigtails and everything. Perfectly authentic. Just the way you like it."

Billy let out a small moan before kissing her deeply. Lily did not know what she would do without Billy's kisses. She loved everything about them. His warm lips almost always pressed softly against hers, his mustache and patch tickling her upper lip and chin. When he kissed her, the entire world around her disappeared. His warm embrace became her heaven, and there wasn't anything sweeter than that.

"You look so good right now," Billy groaned out, gently pressing her hand deeper on his crotch, allowing her to feel him,

"Don't I always?" Lily giggled, Billy softly chuckling along with her before planting his lips along her neck.

Looking around the backseat, she saw two of Billy's thugs, Heco and Jamie, sitting side-by-side, trying hard to stifle their snickers. A small burst of anger came to Lily and she pushed off of Billy, sitting back in her seat arms folded. He always did this to her. There wasn't anywhere they could go that Billy's goons didn't follow.

"Babe, what's wrong?" He asked her, his frustrated tone making her tingle slightly,

"What do you think's wrong Billy?" Lily asked him, feeling a bit embarrassed and upset by the current situation,

Glancing in the backseat, Billy sighed deeply. He came close to Lily's side and placed a kiss on her cheek, "I'm sorry Lils, but can you not do this to me now? Please? I've had a long night and I'm fucking tired,"

"Then fucking drive," Lily told him, glaring away from him.

Billy gave her his usual angered sigh and drove onto the road. Lily figured she should have grown accustomed to Billy's friends hanging around him all the time, but she wasn't. Billy had once told her that she shouldn't be afraid to screw him in front of his gang, since most of them had already seen her naked, including his little brother, Joe. However, Lily didn't care. She loved Billy, but it seemed he cared more about his gang sometimes.

This brought about another memory. One she knew of her mother. They had been standing in the kitchen: Her mother was chapping vegetables, a large red and purple bruise on her face, a cigarette hanging out of the side of her busted mouth, and a ragged floral gown hanging off her thin frame. Lily was busy eating a cookie she had stolen from underneath her mother's nose. Lily remembered her mother turning to her, a cloud of smoke escaping out of her lips, and saying to her:

Never trust a man too much honey. They'll always pick their buddies over you...

Lily wished she had remembered that sooner...