"I need to know what the fuck B-street was up to in fucking Lexington last night. And since you were fucking practically in the god damn room when the conversation went down I want to know what the fuck actually went down." Billy snapped, he was trying to be calm but the anger in his voice was way to apparent.

"Ummm…" Shit, is that all he wants? That cannot be all he wants. Right? My mind was racing with scenarios to this situation and this was not one I had thought of. I looked to Baggy to see him nod his head, mainly to inform me that it was better to just answer the question and not go in to explaining my prescene at that meeting. "Well. Jeremy asked Chris and the boys to join forces with them to help take you guys and your business out. They were trying to find a good gun supplier." I continued, noticing Billy's face get angrier at the mention of guns. Shit, how much did Baggy tell them about last night and me and Chris? SHIT, SHIT, SHIT. "Chris pretty much told Jeremy to go fuck himself, and then kicked them out. That was it." Billy just nodded his head, and began barking out orders to the boys.

"Heco, Jaime, and Dog; I want the three of you out working from now till I send someone to relieve you. And Heco don't fucking screw me over this fucking time, sell the shit, don't fucking use it." Billy growled pointing at Heco. "I find out you took one fucking hit while on the job tonight, I will fucking kill you my god damn self."

"Spink, you go to the fucking office work there. Again do not fucking leave until I fucking call you and tell you it is fucking ok for your ass to leave. Got it?" Spink just nodded his head.

"Me and Bodie are going to deal with the shit we talked about. Baggy you are on fucking guard duty. You fucking mess it up this time and I fucking guarantee you that your sister will not be able to identify what is fucking left of you. GOT IT?" He hissed.

"Yea man, got it." Baggy stated barely above a whisper.

"Good. Joe you are staying here with Baggy and Ren. And make sure all your asses are fucking packing with untraceable bullets and guns in case they fucking decided they want to try some shit. Now the rest of you fuckups get the fuck out of my sight." Everyone got up and left, I got up as well. Baggy went and took a place on the couch. As soon as I got close enough to Billy he grabbed my arm and pulled me back into the now empty dining room.

"Just so you fucking know I am not done with you by a long shot, Ren. You are in so much fucking trouble with me when I get back. But first I am gonna go deal with that fuck of father we have." He noticed me trying to object and cut me off before I could. "NO. The only fucking thing we fucking agreed on was that you would not be fucking involved in any fucking way with this life. Now you better fucking stay here with Baggy and Joe and don't you fucking dare try anything. We are gonna have a long fucking talk when I get back."

With the threat still in the air he left. I stayed exactly where I was until I heard the front door slam shut. Baggy soon came back in to find me.

"You ok?" He asked pulling me in for a hug.

"I am fine, for now at least." I stated, locking eyes with him. "Are you ok? I mean what the hell happened after I fell asleep?"

"Well…" He explained the night to me.

Flashback (Baggy POV):

Ren was dead asleep on my lap. She had started with just putting her head on my shoulder, but eventually ended up taking up the whole backseat. Her feet were on Joe's lap and her upper body was on my lap. I was happy that she always falls asleep in the car, this meant one that we got to be close without getting suspious looks from everyone, and two because being in such close courters when Billy found out how we knew Chris and B-street being there was not gonna be good at all. Unfortuantly for me I knew that even if I was asleep that Billy was gonna hand my ass to me just for letting Ren be in a mile of B-street.

It was about an hour back and Ren passed out about ten minutes in to the drive. The whole way back all I sat there thinking about is what the hell was I going to tell Billy, just so that he wouldn't fucking kill me. The problem was the only way to make sure I was living in the morning was to give up some of Ren's secrets. And when she found out that I was the one to tell Billy she was gonna kick my ass.

We got back to the apartment. "Don't fucking move her. I want her to sleep." Billy growled out. He got out of the car and moved the seat so that he could grab her. I pulled her over so that Billy could grab her. The rest of us got out of the car. Billy handed Ren to Bodie; who then headed toward the apartments, with Joe leading the way with the keys Billy had given him. As soon as we heard the door slam shut, Billy turned around and was immediately in my face. I never even saw him move from where he was. Next thing I know he has his hands punched in my shirt and I was slammed against the car. It took less than a second for his left fist to find my right eye. The only thing keeping me up from the impact was his fist in my shirt.

"You better start fucking talking, Baggy and I mean fucking right now. She knows a another fucking gang leader, by first his first fucking name. My little fucking sister, I want fucking answers." Before I could even get out one word, his fist found my right eye again. This time he let my body fall to the ground.

"We umm… we met about four years ago, and we have been hanging out ever since. He has never threated us or anything. He is actually almost as protective of her as you are Billy. Otherwise I would have never let her go over there. And we had no idea that B-street was going to be there, I swear. We were just having fun at the party when one of Chris' boys spotted him and he pulled her into his room to.." I received a kick in the ribs to make me stop talking.

"So you fucking lied to me. You two were at the fucking party." Billy yelled out, kicking me again. He bent down and grabbed me by the collar of my shirt, pulling me up so that he could look me in the eyes. Well I since it hurt to open my right eye at that moment. "How the FUCK does she know HIM?" He hissed through clenched teeth.

"Umm…" I stuttered, trying to figure out who was going to cause me more pain, Billy or Ren. A click knocked me out of my thought process. That was when I finally felt the cold on my neck. I looked into Billy's eyes and all I saw was anger. "We…umm…well I mean… she umm…Bones gives her guns to deal around Boston. He makes me go with her to make sure that no one would take advantage of her. Chris is a regular customer, he has treated her with nothing but respect. He usually gives her an extra five hundred dollars each time. Sometimes she gives it Bones to cover for us, and then sometimes she uses it to pay the rent and groceries." When I first mentioned Bones' name Billy's eyes went from anger to rage. I don't know what kept him from doing it but thankfully he didn't shoot me. He put his game back into his jeans, and let go of my shirt.

"We ain't fucking done yet. Not by a long fucking shot, Baggy." He growled out. He took a step back, and then took another swing at my ribs in the same spot where he had kicked me. "Get yourself fucking cleaned up. We are going to have a fucking meeting at eight tomorrow morning. All your fucking asses better be there." He yelled, stomping in the direction of the apartments. I sat there in the parking lot for a while and then eventually got up and went to my own apartment. I took a shower and then took a nap for a little bit. I only got about two hours of sleep before I got up and made my way upstairs to Billy's apartment. Time for shit to hit the fan.