Two new main characters are introduced this chapter. Things are really starting to move along. Enjoy =)
Heavy footsteps echoed along the cement floor of the seemingly abandoned building. His men were carrying on conversations around him some in loud voices others in hushed murmurs but they both floated through the air adding to Hayes's aggravation. He was in one of the offices this building housed; a simple steel desk in one corner of the room where he was sitting, and a few chairs strewn about was all the furniture that adorned the bleak space.
"All of you shut the fuck up." He snarled as the source of the footsteps appeared, Gage. He was 6 ft. tall with dark brown hair and stubble running along his chin and jaw. He wore dark jeans and a dark blue t-shirt that accentuated his thick muscles.
"You better have news." Hayes directed at Gage who simply nodded his head yes.
"Since ya don't have that smug fuckin' grin on your face I'm going ta assume it's bad news." Hayes continued. Again Gage merely nodded affirmatively.
"Well fuckin' spit it out." Hayes demanded.
"We finally found the bodies of the last three men you sent after her. She fucked 'em up pretty good before leaving 'em ta rot." Gage's voice was steady but truthfully he was afraid of how much rage this news would bring out of his boss.
Hayes sighed and ran his hand over his face in a frustrated manner. He was getting real sick and tired of tracking that damn girl all over the fucking country only to wind up with more bodies on his hands. The only reason his reach went that far is because his business gave him clients all over. Definitely came in handy in more ways than one. Last time it had been in West Virginia next time he would probably find her in Louisiana. And every time he had to recruit new men to replace the ones she killed.
Dealing with that girl was an entire job itself and he had a territory to run. His men had asked him to just let it go, to let her be but what kind of example would letting her go after what she did to him set? Besides it was more than just setting an example, he had something that she wanted, something that she needed and sooner or later she would show up here for it. And when she did he would force that bitch to be his, she would never escape him again. After all she had this untamable fire in her. It would be a real shame to waste it. He laughed darkly as he imagined finally breaking her.
"There's more." Gage added seeing that Hayes was letting his mind wander again, he seemed to be doing a lot of that lately.
"What?" Hayes snapped.
"It's Kurt. Some of the men went by his place yesterday to deliver the shipment and he wasn't there." Gage calmly explained.
Hayes scoffed. "He's probably passed out in a ditch somewhere."
Gage sighed, trying to think of the right words. "Ya know he never leaves his house. Hasn't left it in three years."
"What's your point?" Hayes had enough on his mind, worrying about that little shit wasn't on his priority list.
"He's gotta be dead boss. Someone got 'im."
"He's just the middle man, his job ain't fuckin' hard. Get someone to replace him." Hayes countered.
Gage just looked at him, obviously wanting to add more but afraid to say it.
"Ya got something else to say?" Hayes's hard glare remained on Gage.
Gage hesitated before finally revealing his hunch, one he knew would piss Hayes off. "What if… what if it was her? What if it was Layia?"
Hayes abruptly stood up from his chair, glowering at Gage. "Don't be fucking stupid. Kurt pissed some prick off and it got 'im killed."
Against his better judgment Gage pushed it. "Pissed someone off without leaving his house…How?"
"Fuck if I know." Hayes growled, sitting back down.
"Why couldn't it be her?" When they got that little bitch back Gage was going to teach her a lesson she would never forget. From the time she arrived she'd been nothing but trouble, raising hell every chance she got and with each passing year it just got worse.
"Ya really think she would just up and come back here after all the shit that happened?" Hayes laughed while shaking his head. "Nah… she needs to be properly motivated." A devious grin became etched onto his face.
Gage crossed his arms over his chest and cocked an eyebrow at his boss. "Properly motivated huh?"
Hayes nodded with a malicious smile on his lips. "And I got the perfect person for the job."
"Fuck!" Layia screamed while hitting the steering wheel. She'd been sitting in her car at Four Roses for a half hour, mulling over the fact that the last few days hadn't brought her any closer to finding Hayes. Her chest was heaving up and down, her breaths coming out loud and harsh. How could that bastard be hiding so well? Layia had tortured and interrogated four more snitches throughout the city. She'd scooped out old warehouses that could be housing Hayes and his operations. And what did it lead to? Nothing. A big steaming shit pile of nothing.
It shouldn't be this hard to find him but despite everyone she interrogated knowing of him none of them seemed to know where he was or even what he looked like. "Fuckin' prick" She screamed again. Even if she had to search every fucking building in this entire city she was going to find him. Then Layia was going to make him suffer before finally granting him death.
The loud rumble of a car pulling into the parking lot reached Layia's ears but she didn't bother to look at the source. She was too focused on trying to calm her anger down so she could go into the bar and forget all this shit for awhile. With a sigh she ran her fingers through her hair, her breathing finally starting to slow. Layia rested her hands on her thighs and was about to take out a cigarette to relax further when she heard someone tapping on her window.
"Ya waiting for a fuckin' invitation?" Billy's unmistakable deep bass questioned.
Layia smirked and turned to see the dangerously handsome man leaning over her car with one hand resting on the roof. Without warning she pulled the handle and wrenched the steel door open, only giving him a second to move out of the way before it would connect painfully with his crotch. As Layia stood she realized that he barely made it, the heavy door was stopped just an inch away from his body.
"Hey, watch the goods darlin'." He declared gruffly as Layia chuckled in amusement.
"Relax Billy, if I wanted ta harm the goods I would've done it by now." As Layia leaned against her car she noticed that he looked harder than usual. Pushing herself off the Charger she walked over to him, her eyebrows pulling together as she noticed a dark mark by his lips.
"You're bleeding." Layia stated. "What prick had the balls to stand up to you?" Billy grumbled angrily in response. It hadn't been just any prick it was theprick, Bones. Billy had delivered the fat fucker's money a little late tonight. After threatening to kill him for the third time that week Bones had slammed his fist into Billy's face followed by an affectionate "Next time you're late I'll put a fuckin' bullet in your leg." Billy had been shaking with rage on the inside but if he had acted at that time Billy would have been the one who ended up dying on the cold floor. He hadn't even noticed the blood flowing from the now closing wound.
Layia wetted her fingers with her tongue while shaking her head. Billy's first instinct as Layia reached up to erase the blood was to completely drawback, but he ended up slightly flinching. "There's a reaction I never expected to see." A small smile played on her lips as her fingers finally made contact and she started wiping the blood away. He watched her closely but didn't say anything. He didn't have to, Layia understood. Neither one of them were used to giving or receiving this kind of affection. But when Layia saw the blood she just reacted on a rare impulse.
Her dark orbs lingered on his lips after the crimson liquid was gone, almost in a fascination. Billy watched her staring at him, caught in the same daze. What was this girl doing to him? She wasn't sure how long they were locked in that moment before realization struck her and she pulled her hand away. Awkward silence coated the night air before their eyes finally met again in understanding. Then Billy, all too ready to move forward, broke the silence. "1970 Dodge Charger… Not bad."
Layia scoffed. "I really hope ya weren't expecting me ta drive a fuckin' hybrid. That would be an unforgivable insult." And they were back.
He laughed, his dark mood starting to change. "Fuck no. But this..." He ran his hand appreciatively along the hood. "This is impressive. She's a real beauty."
Layia smiled while watching Billy admire her pride and joy. It was almost as though he was entranced by it. "Nothing but the best. Had to fight for her but she's more than worth it." She'd gotten this car when she was sixteen and under very unpleasant circumstances. The car hadn't been in the best shape back then. The owner was a real douche bag and didn't bother to take care of it. But Layia fixed it up, put countless hours into it making it the way it was today. She brought this car back to life and throughout the years it had saved her life.
Billy nodded and made his way around the powerful muscle car, taking in all the flawless details. Layia sauntered over to him. "Tell ya what Darley. You're real good and I might just let ya drive her."
He started sporting a grin. "Good at what babe?" Billy made a move to grab her but she evaded him by stepping back.
Layia's eyes slowly ran over his body, taking in and appreciating his impressive form. "Let me put it this way, a ride for a ride." She threw in a sexy wink.
Billy shook his head. "Not good enough."
"Ya don't like my offer Billy?" She teased.
"It ain't the offer. I want ta hear ya say it." He advanced towards her, the hard look he'd worn earlier was gone and replaced with lust. Layia closed the gap between them and whispered in his ear. "You give me the best fuck of my life and I let ya take my car for a drive." A low growl escaped him. He moved to lift her up but she stopped him. "When ya can handle me." This time the growl he emitted was feral. "It's you who should be worried about handling me darlin'." He didn't give her any time to respond, he had been doing that too much, letting her get the upper hand. He just picked her up, flexing his arm muscles in the process, and forced her legs to wrap around his waist before slamming her against the Charger. One of his hands curved around her hips while the other tightly gripped the back of her neck. Billy's mesmerizing blue hues drank her in for a brief moment before he crashed his lips to hers. She wanted to resist but she couldn't help it, she locked her legs at the ankles and gave in.
Billy usually wasn't much for kissing or foreplay of any kind but she'd driven him so crazy that he wanted to experience it all, wanted every part of her. His kiss was rough and demanding, letting Layia feel the ravenous desire she'd caused in him. Layia's hand clutched the back of his head while the other tugged at his black shirt, she couldn't get enough. Billy's warm tongue ran along the seam of her soft petals demanding entrance, unable to deny her want for him she parted her lips. Billy groaned as his tongue delved into Layia's mouth, her alluring taste of strawberries and vanilla flooding his senses. She was more addicting than he thought possible.
The way her pink muscle battled with his for dominance as she raked her nails along his neck was setting his body on fire. He bucked his hips against hers, his already painful erection begging for release. They both became lost in the intensity of the kiss, hands feverishly groping as they captured each other's sounds of pleasure, only pulling apart when it felt like their lungs were going to burst. Layia was panting as Billy trailed his full lips along her jaw-line, nipping and sucking at the soft flesh.
She ground her hips into his, rubbing against the hard ridge in his jeans as Billy expertly found her pulse point and laved his tongue along it causing Layia to shudder pleasantly against him. "Billy…" She breathed out, her voice barely above a whisper. He made a guttural sound in his throat as she ran her hand along his throbbing jean clad erection.
She unhooked her legs and getting the hint Billy set her on the ground. He firmly held her ass in one hand while the other teased the bare skin under her shirt. Layia kept working him through his jeans, loving the growls and low groans that she was evoking from his mouth. He delivered a harsh bite to the hollow of her throat making her gasp and grip his shaft through the denim. "Ya like that baby? Can't keep your hands off my dick." He murmured in his deepest bass. She didn't answer just yanked his head down to meet her lips in another scorching kiss. This time it was Layia who demanded entrance into his mouth which Billy happily granted. She swirled her tongue around his while taking in the enthralling taste of his mouth, a rugged mixture of Jack Daniels, Marlboros and raw man, something that could only be described as uniquely Billy.
Billy didn't know how much more of this he could take. He was the hardest he'd ever been in his life and he felt like he was going to explode right there. He leaned her over the hood and his hands flew to the zipper on her jeans. She didn't protest, just continued to run her palm over his erection while turning her head to the side so Billy could keep sucking on her neck. That's when it happened...the rude vibrating in the confines of his pant pocket.
"Fuck." He snarled as Layia pulled her hand away and propped herself up on her elbows. He didn't even look to see who it was, just pressed the phone to his ear and answered with a harsh. "The fuck ya want?"
Billy's booming voice could be heard by everyone who was sitting around Bodie. After a moment Bodie's hesitant voice came on the other end. "Sorry dog… We just thought you'd be here by now." Billy had gone to see Bones and never knowing if the sick bastard would follow through on his threats to kill Billy Bodie decided to call and check in. Billy sighed while running a hand over his shaved scalp. "And… Layia isn't here." Bodie added.
"I know. She's with me." Billy responded, his initial anger starting to die down. "Oh?" The approval was evident in Bodie's voice. Layia was now standing by Billy and talking loud enough so Bodie could hear. "We're in the parking lot Bodie. We're coming in." Apparently the game wasn't as over as Bodie thought it was. "See ya soon babygirl." With that Billy ended the call and shoved the phone back in his pocket.
"Who says we're done here?" Billy asked gruffly.
"I am." Layia slowly ran her tongue over her lips, grinning inwardly at the reaction it drew from Billy. She grabbed his shirt pulling him down for a final searing kiss. "You don't get it all in one night Billy." She grinned. She'd already had a small teaser of Billy's skill over the past week but being caught up with him in that burning kiss was even better than she imagined. The effects his full sinful lips had on her almost surprised Layia, it was enough to make her head spin. If Bodie hadn't called she would have let Billy fuck her against the charger.
"Too much for you darlin'?" He inquired coolly while trying to will away the throbbing need of his cock.
She smirked. "Never. But ya do give the others a run for their money."
"I'm just getting started babe." He declared while flashing her his signature grin.
Layia laughed. "You better be." She nodded her head in the direction of Four Roses. "Come on, I need a drink."
"A drink won't get rid of that ache in between your legs." He pointed out with a smug grin playing on his lips.
Layia scoffed and started walking toward the bar. "Don't flatter yourself Darley." She opened the door and turned to give him a wink before disappearing into the bar.
When Layia walked into the pub Heco surprised her by wrapping his arms around her and lifting her up in a big hug. With a chuckle Layia circled her arms around his neck, returning his affection. Joe was standing there when Heco set her down, waiting to pull her into his embrace.
"Thought Billy kidnapped ya." He murmured against her hair, half joking and half serious, while pulling her body to his.
Layia reached behind her and ran her fingers through Joe's hair. "The only way he's kidnapping me is in his dreams."
At that moment Billy came in and took up residence in his usual seat. A hearty laugh passed through Joe's lips as he kissed Layia's neck, he'd already figured out the spot that made her shiver. "There ain't a man alive that could control ya is there?"
"What do ya think Joe?" Layia moved her fingers down to stroke the column of his neck.
She felt his body shudder behind her in response to her attentions. "Sweetheart I think you're an untamable force of nature." Hearing that made Billy smirk, Joe was right he just had no idea how much.
"Ya certainly got a way with words Joe." Layia replied as Joe moved them to sit down with his arms still wrapped tightly around her.
"Who would've thought, Joe the fuckin' poet." Baggy quipped.
"Fuck off man." Joe loudly snapped. Baggy laughed, he loved getting a rise out of the youngest Darley. "That the best comeback ya got Joe?"
"Nah. I'm just too busy enjoying Layia ta waste my time on your ass." Joe retorted. Baggy's face fell for a moment before he grinned. Joe had him there.
"Ya could share her. I'll take good care of her, I promise Joe." Baggy was already scooting closer to Layia and working on snaking his arm around her.
"Promise Joe? How about promising me Baggy?" Layia grinned at Baggy while teasing him. Joe was quickly removing Baggy's hand from its new found resting place on her upper thigh.
"Alright. I promise I'll take real good care of you baby. Ya won't want to leave." Baggy continued despite Joe still fending off his advances.
Layia's eyebrows rose quizzically while she stifled her giggles. "I don't know..." She started playing coy. "Joe's lap is like a perfect fit."
Baggy feigned offence by crossing his arms over his chest and faking a manly pout. "Fine." He swiveled and glanced around the bar for an attractive girl. "Hey baby!" He finally called out when his eyes landed on a chestnut haired beauty that was leaning over the jukebox. Her head perked up and a seductive smile fell on her lips when she saw who was calling her. Baggy patted his lap and after that it was all over. The girl was literally putty in Baggy's hands, completely oblivious to the on-goings at the table and focused solely on him, making Baggy as content as Joe was.
Joe started rubbing his fingers up and down Layia's back; she was busy laughing and carrying on with the men when she felt Joe's hand abruptly stop.
"What are these? What happened?" Joe's voice was low and gravelly, instantly reminding her of Billy's.
"What are you talking about?" She faked ignorance despite already knew the answer.
"These." He replied while running his fingers over a particularly long scar on her back. Now she was mentally cursing herself for wearing a shirt that was bound to ride up a little too high in the back.
Layia shrugged nonchalantly. "Nothin'. Got 'em when I was a kid, can't remember how." She lied smoothly. Joe wasn't buying it though. He knew the difference between scars normal kids got and scars that haunted a person for the rest of their lives. Joe and his brother both had more than their fair share, Billy more so.
"Ya sure about that?" Joe asked as he continued trailing his fingers over the silky raised flesh. Layia hated her scars being touched, it brought back foul memories. But acting like she didn't care was the only way Joe and everyone else would buy the lie.
"Yeah… Why would I lie ta ya Joe?" She turned, looking at him with a smile and he shrugged, deciding to let it go for the moment. Maybe she would tell him if they were alone, without the audience of partially drunk gang members.
But Joe wasn't the only one who didn't buy it. Billy noticed her flinch when Joe first started touching them. It was a barely noticeable movement but Billy's trained eyes picked up on it and now he was wondering why she would lie to Joe.
Motioning with his head for her to come over Billy spoke. "Let's see 'em doll."
"Why? It ain't a big deal." This was getting too close for comfort. She never told anyone how she got these scars or the rest that were scattered over her body and now two of the most relentless men she'd ever met were questioning her about them.
"If it ain't a big deal ya shouldn't give a fuck if I look at 'em or not. Now get over here and let me fuckin' see 'em." His tone was demanding almost dangerous. That was the only time he'd ever spoken to her that way. With an irritated huff Layia got up and walked over to Billy. She loathed being told what to do with a fiery passion, but the fewer questions she stirred up about the scars the better. Besides in the dim light of the bar he wouldn't be able to see them that well.
She stood with her back to him and he grabbed her hips pulling her closer. Bringing his hands up to the hem of her shirt he lifted it high enough to see what Joe was talking about. There were three very distinctive scars of different lengths on her back. So that's what he'd felt in the parking lot. He couldn't estimate how old they were but he could tell they came from a knife. Billy started to trace his fingers over one and felt her instantly stiffen underneath his touch. After a moment she jerked away from him. "There ya saw 'em. Fuckin' happy now?" She snarled.
Billy just stared at her, along with all the other men at the table. They all knew she had a temper to rival Billy's but it had never been directed at any of them before. Billy now knew for certain she had secrets and he intended to find out exactly what they were.
She didn't wait for his response, just marched right out of Four Roses and slammed the door behind her. It wasn't long until she saw Joe walking over to her. He slowly approached her while figuring out the right words. "I shouldn't have mentioned them. I didn't know bringing 'em up would piss you off."
Layia sighed. "It's not the scars Joe." Another smooth lie passed through her lips. "It's Billy's fuckin' attitude. Thinkin' he can order me around… He's an ass." Joe laughed while wrapping an arm around her.
"Why'd ya do what he said?" Joe hadn't thought she would ever obey Billy, not unless there was some benefit in there for her.
"Don't feel like dealin' with his bullshit tonight." Layia turned to smile at Joe, giving him a nudge in the side. He wrapped his arm tighter around her and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
"Ya don't have to live with him and deal with that shit every fuckin' day." It was Layia's turn to laugh. Joe loved his brother but there were times when even Joe needed a break from Billy. Layia spent another few minutes talking with Joe. She knew Billy wouldn't let those scars go, it wasn't in his nature and that was her cue to leave. Besides, Billy had been getting to her, in more ways than one. It was better to end whatever they had going on before it went any further. But what she didn't know was that the moment she walked out the door Billy had ordered Bodie to discretely follow her… It wasn't quite as over as Layia thought it was.
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