BNCH7

BNCH7

"He's not ideal, but make the best out of the situation."

"We will…" Jessica said.

Wallis nodded and picked up her stuff.


A few days later Jessica Hume was driving her silver Audi into downtown Boston. It was a sunny day and there were so many kids out playing and laughing. If there hadn't been adults polishing their weapons, there too, it would have looked like a normal – albeit scruffy – neighbourhood.

She pulled up in front of the apartment complex Wallis had described for her, grabbed some things and locked the car.

"Excuse me? Do you know which flat belongs to Billy Darley?" she asked a girl sitting on the stairs.

The girl was wearing a too short denim skirt and a tank top. Her eyes were kohl rimmed.

"Who's asking?"

"Jessica Hume."

"You the wife of the guy who killed Joey?"

"Uh, yes."

"Then you don't want to see Darley." She said and turned away.

"Just tell me, please."

"Were does the bosses usually live? Top floor, right at the end of the hall. If he's not there, just try one of the others. The entire gang lives there."

"Thank you."

"You won't thank me later." She said and walked off.


Jessica sighed and stated working her way up the five floors. Most of the floors there grubby, but when she came to the top one it were a little better, but not by much. The walls were blood red and had various black tribal signs on the walls. She recognised some of them. The 'Carpe Diem' painted on the door or the impressive tattoo's of Billy Darley that she had caught a glint of when he took off his jacket and sweater. She spotted Darley's door quickly. It was right at the end of the hall and had tribal patterns painted around the frame of he door.

Loud joyous laughter emitted from the room. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

"Dog, get the door would you?" sounded a strained voice.

"Yeah."

The door opened to reveal a man with surprisingly small amount of tattoo's. He gaped for a moment before he stepped aside from the door and let her in. She was not quite sure of what to expect, but what she saw was not it.

The gang was there obviously, but it seemed to be the entire gang, girls included were there tonight.

"Uh, hello…" she said hesitantly. They had covered the floor with a white plastic carpet, with was in turn covered with coloured circles. She could not remember what the game was called, but she had played it with Brendan and Lucas many times when they were younger. There was a disc with an arrow on it, and when you spun it, it would stop on a coloured dot, and a note saying for example; yellow, right hand, and someone would have to put their right hand on the yellow dot.

Right now, about ten people were twisted and bended in odd and neck breaking positions on the 'board'. Brendan was bended over in a bridge. She could see the top of the tribal tattoo on his hip.

Oh, well, she thought, at least it wasn't in his face.

"Mum?" Brendan asked in wonder. A second later he slipped and fell. He landed on top of Billy, who got his breath knocked out of him. The expression on his face was so un-Billy that they started laughing so hard they all fell down in a tangled mess. When they all calmed down Billy spoke.

"You're welcome." They all laughed again, even Billy.

Jessica watched as Billy struggled to untangle himself form his friends. "Let go of my pants man, seriously. If you want to see me naked, speak to my owner." He said and yanked his jeans back up the few inches they had been pulled down.

"Mrs. Hume. What do we owe, the…pleasure, I hope." He asked.

Jessica shifted from foot to foot. "I, um, I came with some of Brendan's things. He will need them if he is to stay here…" she trailed off, not knowing what kind of welcome she might expect. She hadn't expected a warm one, but she hoped for a not freezing one.

Billy's face softened momentarily, but only for a second. "Well, then, please do stay for a while. You're most welcome to join us." He turned look at the oven. "Pizza is ready in five." He called out. "Here, let me take that." He said a motioned for the bad.

"No that's okay. Just tell me where –"

"Through the black door. Just leave it by the bed. Leave your jacket in there as well, so someone doesn't spill something on it" He said with a half-smile. Jessica nodded and headed towards the black door.


It was a fairly big room. It had red painted walls with two closets next to each other. Otherwise there were many odd things strewn around the room. There was an acoustic guitar in the corner and a low book case filled to the brink with all sorts of books. There were pencils and drawings around the place along with various trinkets. There were pictures – photos and drawings. The desk was full of various sketches and different sorts of pens and pencils.

The room was not what she had expected from a man like Darley. She walked to the other side of the room to put the bag down by the closet. The closets both had simple cuts, but had hand cut tribal symbols like on the headboard. The bed itself was beautiful. She hadn't seen anything like it in real life. She wondered where he had gotten it - especially the headboard.

One of the closets was a bit open. Purely out of curiosity he took a peek. There were no clothes in the closet, just knives, different sorts of guns, all in pairs and bullets. Lot's of bullets. With a startled gasp she stumbled back.

Jessica willed herself to calm down. She had known Billy was a Gang Lord and Wallis had said there were rivaling gangs in the area. Even with her dislike of guns, she tried to ration with that it would be down right stupid of him not to have weapons in his home.

She took off her coat and hung it on a hook by the door. That was when she noticed the rumples sheets, the scent of sex in the air and the bottle of lube on the nightstand.

She shook her head and turned her back to the door. She was here to make sure her boy was all right. To make sure he knew he was always welcome, even if he wanted to bring his boyfriend. It didn't matter to them that he was gay – or bi – he'd had girlfriends…it didn't really matter, so why speculate upon it? She needed to know what kind of man her son-in-law - so to speak – was like underneath the guns and leather.

Taking a deep breath she walked out into the living room. Everyone was sat around the living room table, which had been moved to the middle of the floor. It was easy to see who the couples were, as they had mirroring tattoos. The girl who sat with the man with the 'Carpe Diem' tattoo on his neck had a 'Carpe Noctem' around her wrist. She wondered how Brendan's tattoo looked like – and when he had gotten it.

Brendan was sitting in the couch laughing hard, while Billy was sitting on the floor between his legs, resting his head on his thigh, chuckling.

"Ma, come here!" Brendan said between chuckles and patted the vacant spot next to him on the sofa.


As the day progressed into evening, and evening into night there were many things she noticed. The people in Billy's gang liked feared him, respected him, and they loved him. She realised quickly that these people were not just a gang, they were a family. A closely-knit family.

Some of them drank too much and some of them did drugs. Some of them even cut, but they helped each other cope. What mattered most to her was that Billy was in control of the party in his flat. They listened to him when he told them to "Get your feet off my table you half assed punk!" and when he said "Heco, I don't want no needles, pills or powder in my flat. You want to do that shit, you go to your own place." Giving him the choice of leaving the party for drugs or staying clean with them.

He never gave Brendan anything stronger than spiked coke and kept himself relatively sober. She had a feeling that it was just because she was there, but it assured her of that her boy was in capable hands.

All in all she had a good time and before she knew it, many were asleep and she herself had been so busy chatting with the other girls that she hadn't noticed that her son and Billy had gone to bed. She excused herself to go check on them. It didn't occur to her that they might not be asleep.

The door was not properly closed so she peeked inside the dark room. She gulped as she saw the two bodies on the bed moving together seamlessly in a rhythm as ancient as the tribal patterns on the bed.

They hadn't been able to hear them in the living room because of the music, but standing in the door she could hear the mewls and sighs coming from them, even the small yelps and whimpers of pleasure.

Smiling she closed the door and went back to the girls.