Update time! I bet you thought I forgot huh? Lol, no, I was just a little busy earlier but here you go! I know this is the shortest chapter EVER IN THE HISTORY OF MAN (!) but the original version was way too long so I had to break it off at the place I thought was best. Still, review if you can!

As always, nothing is mine except my OC's and I'm not making any money….sadly…..

Chapter 10

Chris happily sighed as she left the bathroom of the Four Roses. The gang had come to hang out for a while and the bar was packed. She just stepped through the bathroom door when arms wrapped around her,, pinning her arms to her sides and a hand went over her mouth as she was forcibly dragged backwards. She started to panic as she tried to twist her head and body to the side, but whoever had grabbed her was too strong. She couldn't get a look at them as they started dragging her down the small hallway to the back exit.

They dragged her out the back door of the bar where a car idled right outside. She knew that if they managed to get her into the car without her drawing attention to herself, she was dead. She started struggling more violently, the thought that she might not see Billy again, giving her an almost primal strength. She managed to bite the hand covering her mouth and elbow the guy in the kidney.

The hand moved as the rancid smelling man almost doubled over with a loud curse just as she spotted a couple of men she didn't recognize getting out of a pick-up truck about fifty yards away. She screamed as loud as she could, "HELP ME!" before the hand slammed back over her mouth, covering her nose and cutting off her air. She was a little relieved to see one of the two men break off and run inside, praying that he was broadcasting her predicament.

The voice of a man hissed to someone, "Fuck! Grab this bitch man—we gotta get out of here!"

She was going wild in his grasp, waiting, praying as hard as she could for anyone to come help her, to stop this from happening until the edge of her booted heel caught his shin and he yelped just as Billy came barreling into the parking lot with half the bar behind him. The gang, Billy and even Sammy armed to the teeth. The man dropped her like a bad habit with a loud curse and jumped into the car and it sped off with a squeal of tires as several gunshots were heard as Billy and the gang fired on the dark colored sedan.

Joe ran over to her and helped her up after she had fallen on her ass. She stood weakly with Joe holding her up since her limbs wouldn't stop shaking like a leaf in a windstorm as Billy stalked up and demanded urgently, "You okay baby?" as he took her from Joe and wrapped her in his embrace.

Chris buried her face in his chest and breathed his scent deeply as she clung to him as hard as she could and tried to calm her shaking limbs and her wild heartbeat. She nodded and said a muffled, "I'm fine, just don't let me go for a while huh?"

Billy puffed out sharp breath of air and muttered, "As—fuckin'—if baby." He turned to Bodie and the boys and screamed at his boys, "Find out who the fuck they were! I want the names of the motherfucker's who think they got the fucking balls to try and take my woman out of my bar, right out from under MY fuckin' nose!"

The gang all nodded and after each of them asked her if she was hurt, scattered in different directions, only Joe staying behind watching her with concern written all over his face. Billy, not even asking her if she could walk, scooped her up and carried her inside. The crowd in the bar was visibly subdued as they all watched Billy carry his girl to their table where he cuddled her in his lap.

Sammy hurried over and asked, "You okay chica?"

Chris nodded; face still buried in Billy's neck as she very slowly calmed down. Billy handed her the shot of whisky Sammy brought over and she let him hold it to her mouth as she threw it back as Sammy told Billy as he shook his head, "I can't fucking believe that almost happened here."

Billy lit a cigarette and glared around. They were dead motherfucker's. He was gonna kill them so gruesome it would be talked about for years to fucking come. His gut twisted and he got a cold feeling in his chest as he thought of all the things that could have happened to Chris if they had managed to get her in their car. As he thought of it, his arms tightened and clutched her closer. Fuck! He was never gonna let her out of his sight again.

After a while, she whimpered for him to take her home and still not willing to let her go, Billy carried her out of the bar and back to their apartment across the street. He tucked her into bed and climbed in beside her, both of them still fully dressed, Billy only bothering to toe off his boots as he yanked off her shoes.

He stayed like that for a while, just holding her close and breathing in her baby powder smell. As soon as he knew she was asleep, he cautiously got out of the bed and went into the living room to find Joe sitting there watching TV.

"She okay?" Joe asked with an anxious expression.

Billy sat on the couch heavily and ran an agitated hand over his head before nodding with a sigh and saying, "Yeah. Shook up a bit, but she's okay."

Joe sat forward eagerly and said with a real malice Billy had never heard his little brother use, "Those fuckers gotta pay Billy. They gotta die for what they tried to do!"

Billy let his irritation with the situation show for a split second, "What Joe? You think I'm gonna let this go or something? ME? They try to take my fucking woman?" he shook his head as he lit a cigarette, "Nah bro, those fuckers are gone. They are dead. They just don't fuckin' know it yet."

"I want to be there Billy." Joe said with the light of sincerity and a ruthlessness to match Billy's, "I want in. She's your woman man, but she's my fuckin' sister and ain't no way I am gonna sit on the sidelines for this."

Billy regarded Joe thoughtfully for a while. He knew that it was getting close to the time for Joe to join the gang. Hell, Joe had been gagging for it for a while now. Billy had held back though, not because he didn't trust his little brother because he trusted Joe with his life, but because there was still an innocence about the younger Darley that no amount of shit that Bones had put him through had taken from him. But shit, there was no way Billy could hold him back now. He knew Joe loved Christina just as much as Billy himself did—in a totally different way though.

Billy took a drag of his cigarette and nodded, "Alright Joe. It can be your initiation. You can be the one to pop one of these fuckers and then you'll be one of us."

Joe beamed brightly at his brother as he said, "I won't let you down Billy."

Billy smirked and said, "I know you won't."

Joe bounced off happily to his room and Billy flipped his cell open and called Bodie, checking to see what they had found out in the last couple of hours while he had made sure Chris was okay and talked to Joe.

"Yo man." Bodie answered right away.

"Anything?" Billy snapped.

"Me and Baggy are checking on a lead, if it turns out to be anything, I'll give you a call." Bodie replied grimly.

"Find them." Billy ordered, puffing on his cigarette, "I don't give a shit who you have to threaten or maim, find them and call the others. Meet me at the Office at ten."

"Will do man." Bodie replied, "I'm all over it dawg."

Billy grunted and closed the phone before stubbing out his smoke and checking to make sure the door was locked before going back to bed. After stripping down to his boxers, he slid into the bed and gently pulled Chris backwards into his arms, unwilling to let her go. He lay like that for a while, breathing in her scent and just holding her, feeling her heartbeat against the hand he had flat against her breastbone.

"Billy." He heard her whisper, making his eyes open.

"Hmm." He murmured, nuzzling his nose and lips against the side of her neck, placing butterfly kisses on her skin.

"Make love to me." She said in what sounded more like a question.

She needed him now. She needed the connection that she had with him when he was deep inside of her. Chris bit her lip as she waited for his answer, knowing that he knew what she needed. The closeness they achieved when connected in the oldest way known to man.

Billy smirked, knowing how she felt. She was unnerved and afraid of what happened and she needed the security of his body to calm her completely. Something he was more than able and willing to provide. Instead of answering her with words though, he gently rolled her over to her back and kissed her deeply and thoroughly before trailing his mouth over her body, licking and kissing every inch of skin he could find. Showing her without words how much he loved her and how terrified he had been when he had thought, for just that split second when he had run out into the parking lot and saw that bastard trying to haul her into the car, that he may lose her.

When he finally slid into her, he removed her hands from where they were clutching his shoulders and stretched them out next to her head as he entwined their fingers, pushing and pulling in a slow tide that carried them both into oblivion with soft gasps and low moans, whispered words of love and desire. Billy licked the tears off of her face that spilled when she felt him pulse inside of her as he emptied everything he had into her body while she clasped him firmly.

Afterwards, she pillowed her head in his chest and kissed the edge of his tattoo as she whispered a quiet, "I love you Billy."

"Me too baby." He said softly in response with a kiss on her forehead and an extra squeeze.