Being furious with Joe was nothing new to her. Being furious to the point where she wanted to punch his face in was still nothing new to her. The thing that was new to Riley was that Joe wasn't trying to win back her attention. They weren't dating, that would never happen. The two of them had known each other since she was twelve.

Joe was two years older than her and now, at the age of twenty-one, Joe was twenty-three and had just gotten away from major charges, murder that is, if only for a few more nights. She read the papers, she knew about Brandon Hume. Fortunately for her, that was the first night in a long time she hadn't been riding around with the gang.

Now, Riley sat on a stool, right at the bar inside the Four Roses, trying her hardest to tune out Joe. He was partially drunk, his words slurring majorly and his voice projecting much louder than normal. She ran a hand through her shoulder-length dark brown, straight as pin, hair and then slid her half empty glass of beer back towards the bartender. She stood up and stared at the group, heading right for the table they were all sitting around.

Joe had looked at her as she approached; he knew he was in for it now. The only reason she wasn't 'officially' part of the gang was because she was a female. She was just as tough as any of the boys. She was as tall as most of them. She could hit just as hard as all of them. The only person in the gang that was even slightly stronger than her was Billy. He still didn't scare her.

Joe's eyes darted back and forth. He was sitting in the booth between Heco and Billy and he knew that Riley's wrath was just as bad as Billy's. Joe squirmed and wiggled and ended up slouched down in the booth to the point where his chin was at the same level as the table. Riley reached the table and leaned across it, only a foot away from Joe. Her short leather jacket bunching in at the elbows, her light gray t-shirt hugging her curves in all the right places. Her black jeans were tight at the thighs but looser past the knees.

"Hey Joey." She said. Her voice was clearly sweet in a sarcastic way. It was how she worked; she would use her womanly ways to get him to the point where she would turn on him completely.

"Riley, what's up?" Joe said, his voice was more high pitched than normal, he was afraid of what she was going to do.

"Joe…why must you cower from me?"

Billy looked at her and subdued a smirk. He had been around her long enough to know that Joe was in for it and no matter what he said, she was going to hit him.

"Riley, Riley, Riley." Billy intervened. Had it of been any other night, he would have let her continued to toy with his baby brother but since Joe had made him so proud by dodging the immediately jail sentence, he was willing to direct her anger away from Joe, but just for the night.

"Butt out Darley!" She turned her head sharply at him and glared. Joe may also have been a Darley but she only ever called Billy that. Joe was always Joe or Joey; it was just something she did.

"Babe, why don't you step off of Joey boy here?"

"What's in it for me?" She asked, her eyebrow raised and her eyes narrowed.

"Whatever the fuck you want." She knew Billy was humouring her, he always did.

Riley stared at him. There was always a sort of attraction between the two, Riley ignored it, Billy was rarely caught flirting with her in front of the boys, he did however flirt with her when she was at his and Joe's apartment.

"Darley, I want your baby brother on a platter, can you do that for me?"

Billy made a quick motion to the guys and they all stood up and made there way out of the booth. He stepped out of the booth too and leaned down beside her.

"Back the fuck off Riley." He snarled, right into her ear.

Anyone else would have been scared but not Riley. She stood up slowly, he followed her lead. At her full height, she only came up to his chest, face to face with his silver cross. He looked down at her, his eyes shooting daggers at her.

"Fine." She used a tone that showed that she wasn't scared of him, just irritated. Riley could hold her own but she didn't feel like arguing with him tonight.

"Now that's a good fucking little girl." Billy mocked her.

"Well I learn from the best." She replied, a sarcastic smile appearing on her face.

He tilted his head at her. She stared at him for a few more seconds before dodging his stare and walking right out of the bar. The air outside was much fresher than the cigarette smoke filled bar. The temperature was slightly colder outside too, Riley hugged her jacket around her body and stalked away from the bar.

She turned onto the road, walking alongside the curb. Joe's first hearing was the next day and he wasn't ready at all. He didn't even seem to care. She, on the other hand, had watched many a man go to jail and come out completely changed, mostly for the worse.

She had been walking for maybe twenty minutes before she heard the cars. Two of them, of course. She lifted her head, stopped walking and turned to face the opposite way down the road. She had to squint he eyes to look past the bright headlights of the mustangs.

The two cars slowed down and pulled over. Billy remained in the driver's seat of the first one, black with red tribal designs while Heco climbed out of the driver's seat of the second one, red with black tribal designs. She dropped her arms in frustration as he approached her.

"What?" She asked, irritated beyond belief.

"Billy wants you in the car."

"What the fuck for?" She asked, her fists clenched.

"Would you get in the fucking car!" Heco barked at her.

She raised her eyebrow and tilted her head at him. She didn't have to take his abuse, and she wasn't going to. She hated being yelled at, hated being treated as the gang's toy. She took a step closer and put her hand on her hip.

"Heco leave me alone." She said, rather calmly.

"Fuck me." He muttered.

"You wish." She smirked.

It was at that moment that Billy opened the door of the car and stepped out. He pulled out a cigarette and his lighter, handing the lighter to her. She knew he was trying to embarrass her, to put her back in her place. She refused to take the lighter. Heco looked at Billy, then at her. Anyone else would have taken the lighter and done whatever Billy had wanted them to do.

"Take the lighter." Billy said.

"Or what?" Riley argued back.

"Riley babe, just take the lighter." Heco urged her on; he was more scared for her than she was.

"What Darley, am I just a joke monkey to you now? A little slave?" She was taunting him, fighting back against his attempt to put her in place.

"Take the fucking lighter!" He screamed at her.

"Way to use your words like a big boy." She laughed.

"Get in the fucking car!" Billy barked.

"Why should I?"

Billy threw his hand at her and grabbed her wrist tightly. Her jerked her forward so that she was standing in front of him. Heco quickly turned around and hopped back into the car he was driving and watched as Billy shoved her forward, all the way around the car. The passenger door was already opened for him by Joe, who was in the back seat behind the passenger seat. Billy shoved her into the Mustang and slammed the door shut.

She had squirmed and wiggled her way into a sitting position by the time Billy climbed into the driver's seat. He glared at her one last time before speeding off down the street.