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Feelings of shock and anger found themselves lodged in Billy as she walked away. She thoroughly cock teased him, giving him the worst case of blue balls he ever had in his life. He shifted a little, trying to adjust his erection and make himself more comfortable, as his mind processed what just happened.
It was an unspoken law, what Billy Darley wanted Billy Darley got. What the fuck made her think she was the exception to that rule? He should get up, throw her ass out the door and find a beach blonde whore to take care of his needs. But he didn't. Because as irritated as he was Billy was also more intrigued by her and wanted her with even more intensity. On the rare occasion that someone talked back to him it had always been a man. No woman ever had the guts to stand up to him like that.
Billy glanced around the bar to see where she took off to and a sight fell upon his eyes that took the feelings of intrigue and desire temporarily out of the equation. His blue hues found her not only sitting at histable, with his boys, but she was lounging in his seat. The fuck? No one just sat in his spot like that, but there she was smiling at his boys like they were her lifelong friends. The girl had a big fucking pair of brass balls.
"Fuck, what the hell did ya do to him? I think ya actually shocked him." The words came from a slender but built young man with dyed dark red hair sitting across from her. Normally she would have found that hair color on a grown man funny but it looked good on him. He seemed thoroughly amused that she'd let Billy have it. Apparently standing up to him was something not usually done, and even though the men couldn't hear everything that she said to him her actions spoke volumes. This man had facial features similar to Billy. It was clear with the smirk he was giving her. He had to be related to Billy. He didn't have any tribal ink but he had a star tattoo on one side of his neck and cursive writing on the other. He wore two necklaces one of them being a dog tag, the other a small skull. "I'll save him the embarrassment and not tell ya." A hint of playfulness showed through in Layia's tone.
Grabbing the bottle of whiskey that was on the stained surface she poured herself a shot while taking in the faces of the rest of the men at the table. One of them had dirty brown hair with a mohawk, facial hair above his lips and running along his jaw. The Latin phrase "Carpe Diem" was tattooed across his neck with a star at the end. Black ink in the design of brass knuckles covered the length of his right hand below said knuckles. He wore a simple gold chain around his neck and a silver skull necklace. The man sitting next to him was of Latin descent and bald with strong facial features. His face was clean shaven with the exception of a short cropped, black goatee. He had a tear tattoo by one of his eyes, a stud below his lip and earrings. A large skull was inked across the back of his head and thick tribal tattoos covered his well-defined arms. She had a strong feeling there was even more of the dark ink on his body that she couldn't see.
Layia wasn't born yesterday. She knew she was sitting with a gang. She didn't know their name but the matching tribal tattoos, their fit physique and air they had about them gave them away. They were the real deal. They weren't overly blinged out, trying to look like rappers. Their pants weren't 5 sizes too big, falling off their ass. Everything fit the way it should. Nothing was forced, it's just who they were, one of the gangs that all the other gangs feared and respected. Yet here she was, hanging out with them as relaxed as most people would be in a church. To be honest she was more comfortable with them than she would ever be sitting in a religious establishment.
"Girl you are fuckin' crazy." The black man sitting next to her exclaimed with a snort, she later found out his name was Bodie. He appeared amused and rather baffled. His hair was short, well maintained and he was sporting sideburns. Tribal tattoos, the same design as Billy's, covered his chin. The black ink that resided on his chest was of two detailed crossing guns. His eyes were distinctive and he wore a thick silver cross necklace that had a heart at the bottom. "Ya better get out of his seat before…"
All eyes shot towards the bar where Billy had gotten up and was loudly stalking over to the table. His jaw was set tight, his neck tense and his wild blue eyes dead set on Layia. He was furious at her, and she should have been afraid but she wasn't. She just met his hard glare with one of her own.
"Get the fuck outta my seat!" He bellowed. The humorous expressions that had been on the men's faces abruptly left, seems they didn't want Billy to see how funny they thought her attitude towards him was. Now they were waiting to see how much shit was going to hit the fan, casting quick glances between their boss and this brave girl.
Layia glanced briefly at the worn surface she was on and then looked at him, cocking an eyebrow. "Your seat?... Ya sure?... Don't see 'reserved for the big dick' anywhere on it." A smug expression played on her face as Layia continued to tease him. The same thought crossed the minds of all the men: This was it. Billy was going to blow and she was going to be on the fatal receiving end of it. Then they were going to have to clean up the mess, and that would be a shame since she was such a fine piece of ass. But Billy did something they didn't expect.
Billy's facial expression changed, now he almost looked amused. That could either be really good or really bad for her. "Fine, ya can stay there." A devious smirk danced on his lips. "But ya have to sit on my lap." He didn't even give her a chance to verbalize one of her witty remarks before he roughly grabbed her out of the wooden bench, sat down and dragged her onto his lap. His hands gripped her sides tightly, holding her in place. 'Now this is more like it', he thought as he pushed his hips up, letting her feel the impressive hard-on she had caused against her ass. "You're right baby. My cock is huge." He purred darkly. She may have said that statement in jest but it was true. Since she insisted on cock teasing him he was going to pussy tease her right back.
Cocky bastard, but two could play that game. The curious eyes of all the men were on her as she spoke, completely ignoring the last thing he said despite her ability to feel its legitimacy. "You're sorely mistaken if ya think I'm going ta sit here on your lap all night like a good girl." She swore she could feel his smirk grow behind her as he brought his lips close to her. "I never said anything about ya being a good girl." He whispered huskily in her ear.
Figures he would say that. "Glad ta hear it 'cause behaving never appealed to me." Billy chuckled as he rubbed himself against her again. "Baby, the naughtier ya are, the happier I'm goin' ta be." That's what he thought. Layia suppressed the urge to growl at him as she placed her hands on top of his and roughly yanked them away from her body. She stood up quickly, walking away before he could grab her again. Billy's steely orbs followed her as she sat down in her new seat, right on the lap of his very surprised brother. "Well what do ya know? I like his lap much better." She smiled at Billy as she shifted around for a moment to get comfortable on Joe's upper thighs who was trying hard to hide the fact that he was enjoying this for fear of his brother's wrath.
If it was possible the room became quieter and the tension became thicker. She was genuinely not interested in Billy and what he had to offer. Billy struggled against the impulse to snatch her away from Joe and show her exactly why no one fucked with Billy Darley. She was playing a dangerous game and more expertly than he thought possible. But Billy knew Layia was having fun riling him up, trying to get a rise out of him. If he gave in then she would get what she wanted and win this battle. That wasn't going to happen. He was going to beat her at her own game.
Billy's eyes were glaring daggers into her, but he hadn't gotten up in a furious rage like she was expecting. 'Well I'll be damned' Layia thought to herself. It seemed Billy was taking an entirely different approach to get what he wanted than she anticipated. This just reached a new level of interesting.
Deciding to ignore Billy and his heated stare Layia spoke to the man who she was currently resting on. "So who am I sharing this table with?" Joe was too focused on the anger radiating from Billy to answer her. In fact, he wasn't sure answering her would be safe. Apparently everyone else at the table shared his thoughts.
Layia drummed her fingers against the wooden surface for a few minutes as she waited for a response. "Come on, ya don't tell me your names I'm going ta have to make up my own for ya guys." More moments laced with silence passed before Bodie spoke up, deciding that if Billy hadn't blown by now it would be alright to tell her. "I'm Bodie. That's Spink." He motioned to a man with a very low buzz cut, sharp tribal ink running up his neck and two red scratch tattoos by his left eye. He had a dark brown mustache and stubble coating his chiseled jaw. "There's Heco and Baggy. That's Jamie." Jamie was the oldest of the bunch but he didn't look any less intimidating. He was also sporting the shaved scalp look and wore a black bandana around his head. Intricate tattoos covered both his muscular arms. He had a black mustache and goatee. His eyes looked worn but they still held resounding strength. Bodie kept glancing around the table at each of the men he introduced. Dog was next. He too was donning facial hair but he also had a fairly thick head of hair. He seemed more withdrawn than the rest of the men. The only visible tattoo he had was a small design on the side of his neck. "Tommy's over there." Tommy appeared to be the youngest of the group. His tribal ink covered the left half of his face, reaching to his eyebrows where he had a piercing. The tattoos also snaked down his left arm. His hair was shaved to a low buzz cut and he had a light brown mustache with a goatee. "That's Joe and ya already know Billy." Each of the men nodded at her as their names were said and she smiled at all of them in response.
Layia turned her head slightly to look at Joe. "Nice ta finally know whose lap I'm sitting on." That statement was to piss Billy off more than anything else. She knew it worked because when she looked at Billy again she could see his left eye twitching. "You Billy's brother?" She asked Joe. "Ya." The still wary man nodded in affirmation. Spink caught her eye and motioned his head towards her, wanting to know who she was. "Name's Layia boys."
Now she had the attention of everyone in Four Roses for a different reason than her looks. She was sitting with the Darley gang, the most ruthless gang in all of Boston, probably the entire state of Massachusetts and she was smiling. This was the first time any of the men in the bar had seen something like this. Women that came here consisted of whores and groupies, with the exception of Baggy's sister, for Billy's pleasure or the pleasure of one of his boys. They did their job, taking them into the backroom to earn their money and left. But they were afraid of these men, and rightfully so. This girl sitting on Joe seemed to have no fear towards any of them. And the bar patrons couldn't help but wonder why that was.
After the introductions, the infamous table had gotten rather silent. Some of the men had side conversations with each other but that was the extent of it, she couldn't even hear much of what they were saying. Layia knocked back her fifth shot of whiskey before speaking up. "You guys always this much fun to hang out with?"
"What did ya expect chica?" Heco turned his gaze to her. "I assume that one girl at a table of nine men would be showed a good time." She smirked. "Ya honestly expect me to believe you boys don't want ta have fun with me?" Heco gave her a sly grin, his mind quickly falling in the gutter.
"You want us to tell ya about our day? That make ya happy?" Baggy questioned while setting his shot glass on the sticky table with an audible thud. Layia chuckled softly, shaking her head. "Hell no." She declared.
"Why not?" Tommy asked, not expecting that answer since it was usually the opposite. Chicks loved to talk about their day and their feelings. Even the whores would try it with them once in awhile, complaining about what their friends did or some shit. The guys were paying for a fuck, not a therapy session and if they wanted to share it certainly wouldn't be with those women. "Because then I would have to tell ya about my day and that shit ain't happening." Layia replied with a grin.
That warranted humorous sniggers and chortles from all of the men at the table, even Billy. "That's more like it." Layia cracked a small smile.
She looked at all the surrounding men, an idea formulating in her mind to keep their attention and prevent the dull silence. "Who wants to play a game?" She eventually inquired with a wicked grin. Obviously this wasn't your grandmother's 'pick up sticks'.
"Don't know 'bout that babygirl. We really look like the game playing type to you?" Bodie lounged back against the wood bench, a freshly lit cigarette burning between his middle and index finger.
Layia leaned onto the table, folding her forearms over each other on the heavily used surface. "Do I look like I play boring games?" No one had an immediate response so Layia continued. "You're gonna like this one, trust me."
"Why's that darlin'?" Billy casually joined the conversation, his deep voice surpassing the others.
"It's dirty." Layia's eyes were dancing with mischievous sparkles. She was looking forward to playing the gang in an area they were skilled in.
"Ya ever kissed another girl? I mean really fuckin' kissed a girl?" Joe was all naughty smiles and giddy voice as he questioned Layia.
Layia scoffed. "That would make your night wouldn't it Joe?"
"Hmmm… I can picture it so clearly sweetheart." That would explain the slightly glazed look in his eyes.
"Come on doll, ya gotta answer or take the shot." Jamie was glancing at Layia, glass of Absinthe Roquette already waiting his hand for her.
It almost seemed as though she was holding her breath before a response spilled forth from her lips. "Give me the damn shot." Joe's face completely fell flat while the other men chuckled humorously. She was making them create their own answer with their vivid imaginations.
Layia took the small glass from Jamie's outstretched hand and immediately swallowed the burning liquid. She fought the grimace that threatened to take over her face and opted for slamming the shot on the table. When her throat stopped tingling she averted her gaze to Billy. "Tell me Billy, ya sleep naked and let it all hang out or ya cover the goods up?"
Billy didn't even hesitate. His lips curled into a proud smile, flashing the group some of his pearly teeth. It was a false stereotype that criminals didn't have good hygiene. They weren't all living in the slums with rotting teeth and horrendous body odor. It was often a personal choice to end up that way, not part of the package for their illegal lifestyle. "It would be a crime to cover up my goods baby." The drop of his tone and the naughty air that encased it didn't go unnoticed by Layia. He was still trying to appeal to her libido.
The gang lord swept his hues over the table, deciding on his next victim. Eventually those sapphire orbs landed on Tommy. "Ya ever walk in on your parents fuckin'?" He saw Tommy cringe and annoyance flash in his eyes. Billy knew he'd hit a nerve with that one, but he just kept his gaze unwavering, waiting for Tommy to answer.
"Uh...fuck." Tommy grumbled. He felt like another shot of Absinthe was going to send him to the floor, hurling his guts out so he had to answer. "Caught 'em three fuckin' times and it got more disgusting every fuckin' time." He thought about sarcastically asking Billy if he was happy but decided against it. Their boss was in a good mood now, no need to change that.
Tommy turned his attention to Baggy, the question for his friend already formed in his mind. "Ya ever fucked while someone else was in the room?"
Baggy noticeably groaned, already extending his arm to grab the newly refilled shot glass. "Pussy." Heco declared. Baggy narrowed his eyes in disgust at Heco before knocking back the potent drink. "Fuck you." Baggy grumbled as he wiped away the excess liquid from his lips. He wasn't about to answer that question. The person who'd been in the same room was his sister and Baggy hadn't known until it was over. That had been an awkward couple of weeks between them especially since Baggy was only 16 at the time.
"Alright Joe, you're up bro." Baggy grinned, it wasn't the dirtiest question he could think of but the amount of alcohol he'd ingested was messing with his head. "How many one nighters have ya had...Hookers don't count." He quickly added.
A impish grin found its way to Joe's mouth. "That's a number too damn high to remember." The twinkle in his dark hues said he was very pleased with that. He may not have the ridiculously long waiting list that his brother did but Joe was a Darley, he'd definitely had more than he could count.
Joe was about to move on but Spink stopped him. "Ya gotta drink the shot Joe." The younger Darley's forehead rose in confusion. "The fuck are ya talkin' about? I answered."
"Mhm. But the question was how many not if ya could remember or not." Spink mused. He really just wanted to see Joe drink more of the intoxicating liquid.
Joe glanced at all the men but none of them seemed to protest what Spink was saying. With a loud grumble Joe took the shot and downed it in a similar fashion to the way Billy was knocking back some whiskey.
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