Here is the insanity that I promised. Enjoy =)
Bodie tapped his fingers impatiently on the steering wheel, smoke hissing out of his mouth. He wasn't a chain smoker like the Darley brothers but he'd gotten used to the occasional calming effects of cigarettes. After all, Billy and Bodie had sucked on their first smoke together. "She sure knows how to pick 'em." Baggy muttered. Bodie began chuckling. "Ya should've seen the house she was in yesterday. Made this piece of shit look nice." Following Billy's orders Bodie and Baggy had taken over 'bloodhound duty' in the afternoon. She didn't leave her house till an hour ago and now the sun was steadily setting behind them casting an eerie glow on the streets. Baggy placed his cigarette between his lips and took a few long drags. They couldn't see what she was doing without going into the house and exposing themselves. Billy's specific orders were 'be discrete' so they had to sit and wait, wondering what she had been up to in there for the past half hour.
A loud gunshot broke through the silence prompting both men into immediate action. They quickly got out of the car, guns cocked and ready as they headed towards the house. Bodie quietly pushed the door open and took the first step into the dimly lit home.
Layia sighed, looking at the man she'd put a bullet in. He was just as useless as the rest of the middle men and just as weak. With a huff she prepared to get rid of any evidence that she'd been there but before she could get started she heard footsteps coming down the hall. 'Fuck' she grumbled softly. She had to get out of here. After grabbing her jacket off the couch she placed her gun against the small of her back. As Layia retreated to the back door she heard hushed voices.
"That girl better not have gone and gotten herself shot."
"Would ya shut the fuck up." She heard the other man groan. Layia instantly recognized the voices, Baggy and Bodie. So that black 1970 Plymouth Cuda had been following her. She'd spotted it behind her, keeping a distance but she hadn't been convinced she was being followed until now. Funny, she would've put money on Hayes's men following her over Billy's. That asshole just couldn't leave well enough alone. Admittedly she was saddened by the thought of never seeing those men again but now she was pissed off. This was going to fuck up her plans. She couldn't take care of business with them on her trail. No point in growling at the pups, it was the alpha dog she needed to find. Layia slipped out the back and headed to her Charger.
Bodie and Baggy crept into the living room. They'd both been anticipating the worst. That Layia would be on the floor bleeding out and Billy's potential reaction to that made them cringe. Instead it was a scruffy looking man who'd been shot through the heart courtesy of Layia. Bodie lowered his gun and raised a hand to scratch the back of his head. "Fuck." They hadn't been expecting her to add killer to her resume. Baggy crouched down, looking at the body for a moment. "He must've really pissed her off."
Bodie sighed. "C'mon man. We gotta find her." No sooner had the words left his mouth than the roar of an engine reached their ears. She was leaving. The men raced out of the house and back to Bodie's car hoping to catch up with her.
The door to Four Roses swung open and Layia stepped inside, the pale moonlight outlining her silhouette for a brief moment before the thick entrance closed shut. Her hard eyes immediately found her target, Billy. He was sitting at his table looking fairly content as the blonde on his lap rubbed him through his jeans. Layia marched right over to him. "Just couldn't leave it alone could ya, ya nosey fuckin' bastard." She snarled, completely ignoring the blonde who was shooting her dirty looks.
"The fuck?" Billy growled pushing the whore off his lap. She landed on the floor with a loud thud and a bruised ego. Layia got right in Billy's face. "You had me followed." She hissed. Billy wasted no time in grabbing her arm and roughly dragging her out of the bar. "Don't fuckin' talk to me like that." He snarled loud enough for most of the anxious onlookers to hear. Once they were outside he slammed her into the cold wall, shoving his finger in her face as he shouted. "Don't ya dare disrespect me in my bar again." That wasn't acceptable under any circumstances, even his boys didn't get away with that.
"Don't fuckin' manhandle me like that. I'm not your goddamn play toy." She seethed while glaring at him. "Where do ya get off having me followed?" He stared at her, his jaw tight and flexing. Layia scoffed, shaking her head. "Did ya actually think I wouldn't' realize I was being followed Darley?"
"Listen, cause I'm only gonna say this once. You're in my fuckin' city, I call the shots and ya don't have a fuckin' say in it." He growled while his chest heaved up and down with his warm breath fanning her face in heated bursts.
"Bullshit! You can call the shots when it comes to everyone else but notme." Her hands were clenched into fists by her sides.
By this point Billy was fuming, his eyes and voice equally dark and dangerous. "I'd be real fuckin' careful how far you push me."
Layia wedged one of her legs in between his, wrapped it around his lower thigh and gave a slight tug causing him to buckle. Taking advantage, she flipped them around so she was pinning him against the hard wall of the bar. "Why? You going to make an example out of me?" Now it was Layia's turn to shove her finger in his face. "I'm not one of those pussies whose scared shitless of you and says 'how high' when you say 'jump.' Your power doesn't extend ta me."
Bodie's Plymouth Cuda chose this time to drive into the parking lot. The two men inside hurriedly got out and started heading for the Four Roses's entrance. It didn't take long for them to spot Layia pinning their boss against the worn brick. Billy just gave them 'we need to talk later' glare and motioned for them to go inside the bar. Bodie hesitated for a moment but eventually stepped inside after Baggy.
Billy used that little distraction to his advantage and flipped the tables on Layia again. He grabbed her hips and spun her around, shoving her once again against the unforgiving wall. "You're mine, whatever the fuck I wanna do with ya I will." He growled low while pressing his body against hers. His tone reminded her of Hayes and she lashed out. Layia curled her hand back into a fist and swung but he grabbed her wrist, preventing the punch from connecting with his jaw.
"I don't belong to anyone, especially you! Get that through ya thick fucking skull." Layia screamed at him. Billy pressed his forearm against her throat with enough pressure to cause her pain and discomfort but not choke her. "Hit me and you'll wish ya were never born." He warned.
"Get the fuck off me." She sputtered out, struggling against his hard body. Layia was past regretting being this much of a bitch to him, he crossed the line. She couldn't afford to have him or his men following her around. Bodie and Baggy had seen the body of her latest prey, some asshole named Ralph, and that was bad enough. It would've been horrible if they had followed her to the warehouse. She had to get him to stop and leave her alone.
The bar was bathed in a strange silence, everyone inside was too busy listening to the battle going on outside between Billy and Layia. It was like being in the middle of a war and waiting for the bomb to drop. For the most part they couldn't hear what was being said but they could hear the loud rage filled voices and the occasional thud of someone being slammed against the building.
"What the hell happened?" Joe demanded for the second time. Bodie sighed while running a hand over his mouth and chin. "Billy had us following her." Joe's eyes went wide for a moment before they narrowed in the general direction of his brother. Bodie and Baggy weren't about to spill what they saw today, Billy needed to hear it first and he was a little occupied right now. Joe kept his gaze hard for a moment before a realization hit him, then he turned to Bodie with a grin. "She found ya out. Thought ya were the best bloodhound in Stokely." Joe quipped.
Bodie reached over the table to give Joe a light smack on the head. "Call me a fuckin' bloodhound again see what happens." Joe knew Bodie wouldn't act on that threat so he just kept grinning. It had been eerily quiet for a few moments but they could hear the angry voices rising up again.
Tommy looked anxiously to the door. "Shit. They're gonna kill each other."
Heco shook his head, smirking. "I bet they start fuckin' like animals instead."
Jamie sniggered. "Put ya money where your mouth is boys."
"How much we betting here?" Baggy joined in. Bodie turned his gaze to Baggy with a humorous chuckle. "How much ya got left after paying for that whore last night?"
"At least I got some ass last night." Baggy retorted, his hand already reaching into his back pocket to see how much he had. Normally Baggy didn't pay for sex, women came to him on their own. Last night had been an unusual exception.
Joe was getting severely agitated by the thought of Layia giving into his brother instead of him, the sour expression on his face clearly showing that to the surrounding men. Bodie let out a hearty laugh. "I guarantee I got more ass than ya and I didn't haffta pay for it."
Baggy responded by slamming down a hundred dollar bill on the table. "I bet she's riding him like a horny cowgirl before long."
Spink fished out a hundred of his own. "He'll have her screaming his name by the end of the night." It wasn't long until there was $800 dollars on the table. All the men had placed their bets on the fight turning into fucking expect for Joe and Bodie who, for very different reasons, thought otherwise.
"Show me some fuckin' respect." He snarled while applying more pressure. Layia moved to hit him, desperate to free herself, but Billy swiftly grabbed both her wrists and pinned them to the wall above her head. She thrashed against him, her bare arms scrapping against the rough brick in the process, but he didn't let her budge. Layia attempted to move her legs and kick him but the way Billy had her body pinned prevented her from much movement at all. "Last chance Layia. Behave." His eyes were harsh and unrelenting. Billy was willing to follow through on his threats.
Layia scoffed angrily. "Ya don't have the right to pull that shit on me. Arrogant prick."
"I have every fuckin' right. Ya don't have the right to treat me like that fat bastard whose hand ya broke." Billy relieved some of the pressure against her throat, just enough so she could talk easier. "Try again."
"Why'd you have me followed? Ya wanna find out where I live, if I'm fucking anyone or is it just about the scars?" Her voice was steadier now but it was still dripping with resentment.
"Ya went from fuckin' moaning my name to freaking the fuck out over a few scars." He growled, forehead tensing as his eyebrows furrowed.
"So it's just about the scars huh?" She shook her head in contempt. "Ya wanna know I got 'em? Ya wanna hear 'bout all the shit I've been through, the fucked up life I had? What about the rest of 'em? Ya wanna check out all my other scars too?" Billy's face fell flat as he stared at her. "Why? Ya just wanna get your dick wet with the only girl who ever gave you a challenge. So what the fuck do the scars matter?"
At that moment Billy couldn't say why they mattered because he didn't know the reason, just that they did. "Watch your fuckin' mouth and change your attitude." Hard breaths hissed out of her nose, she wasn't going to falter under his threatening glare. "Just fuckin' tell me." Billy harshly demanded. Layia met his gaze before shaking her head. "Ya scared of tellin' me sweetheart?" He taunted.
"Are ya fuckin' high?" She growled. "Do I look scared to you?" After the demons she'd faced nothing Billy could put her through struck fear in her heart. "Then why won't ya just fuckin' tell me?" Billy's agitation rippled through him. He slammed his hand against the wall by her head, his face mere inches away from hers.
"Why don't ya tell me about yours? We can have a little show and tell." She reached to remove his forearm from its painful placement against her neck but he was unyielding. "That's what I thought. You're a fuckin' hypocrite Billy."
"What did I fuckin' say about pushing me?" Their blood was boiling, their tempers becoming fully unleashed. But with them things were never simple and anger had a way of turning into something else…
Layia wasn't entirely sure how they got from point A to point B, from the parking lot to Billy's apartment. She remembered more cursing, more yelling before their voices turned hoarse and the adrenaline from the fight turned to pure lust. Billy had finally released his painful hold on her only to put her in a new one while he crashed his lips to hers.
Now Layia was hitched on his waist as Billy pushed her up against the wall near the black couch with Billy's warm body flush against hers. He was biting and sucking at the soft petals of her lips almost savagely, making her body burn with renewed desire. Layia's hands gripped his cotton shirt and tugged, letting him know she wanted the material gone from his frame. Billy paused his heated attentions and once the garment was on the floor Layia took a moment to bask in the sight of perfect masculinity that awaited her hungry eyes. She took in his firm pecks, his powerful biceps, the dips and ridges of his greek god worthy abs, and the dusting of dark hair that plunged beneath his jeans while running her greedy fingers over every inch of skin that she could.
Billy smirked. "Like what ya see sweetheart?"
"Shut the fuck up Billy." She snarled before delivering a quick and harsh bite to his neck, earning her a groan. A deep inhale awarded her a flooding of his scent. It was the same as his taste with the addition of his cologne. The only way to describe it was raw, powerful man and it drove her senses wild. She lowered herself from his body and confusion passed over Billy's flushed face. But when she stepped back, looking at Billy with glazed eyes and a sultry expression while removing her own top Billy resumed his look of lust. Billy felt his cock stretch beyond its already hard length as his sinful eyes drank in the sight of her firm, perfect breasts held by a lacy black bra and her scarred but flawless body. The moon was shining through the windows, bathing her in a light that made her look even more ethereal than usual.
He lunged towards her like a starving predator, in the moment that's exactly what he felt like. Once he had her in his strong arms he lowered his body to the welcoming cushions of the couch. Her knees were on either side of his hips, her hair falling over her shoulder as she leaned down to trail her swollen lips over his skin. For once Billy was at ease with sitting back and letting the woman on his lap feast on him. Her skills expanded that of what he was used to and he wanted to take pleasure in them. The way she worked her tongue and mouth over him had Billy shivering and making guttural noises in the back of his throat.
She dipped her head lower, tasting the scar covered flesh of his pecks as her nails scratched his stomach, making the muscles bunch beneath her finger tips. Layia started laving her tongue over the individual scars, feeling a connection stronger than lust in that moment. She didn't voice her thoughts but her mind was wondering what had caused those faded marks, what he'd been through.
Billy pushed his hips up, his throbbing body craving more friction while his fingers tangled themselves in her hair. He let her lick and suck, leaving behind her mark until he wanted to be more of a participant. Billy pulled her up for another wet kiss while his hands started squeezing and kneading her full breasts. A breathy moan found its way up her throat and was immediately swallowed by Billy who couldn't seem to tear his mouth away from hers. Layia started grinding her hips, the proof of Billy's arousal pressing against the cradle of her thighs. It wasn't long until Billy needed more, needed to be sheathed inside her, to finally claim her.
His mouth eventually parted from hers while his fingers began deftly working the button and zipper on her jeans. "Ya wet for me baby?" Billy purred. When they were loosened he dipped a hand inside, his eyes darkened with lust. Layia's mind had been just as clouded with lust as his was but the moment Billy's fingers began rubbing over her panties every alarm started going off in her head. Her body froze as memories from the past flooded her mind and fear shot through her. She reached down, roughly yanking his hand away. Billy was completely bewildered as she began lifting herself off his lap. "I can't do this… I'm sorry." Layia wasn't much for apologies but she owed him that. "No." He grabbed her upper arm, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. "You're not pulling this shit on me again."
Layia shook her head, starting to feel desperate. "Let me go. I need to go." He didn't budge, confusion being replaced with anger. "STOP! Fuckin' let me go." She demanded. Billy picked up fear in her voice, that was the first time he'd ever heard that emotion from her. It made Billy release her. She quickly threw her top on, not giving him a chance to recover from the shock and grab her before she raced to the door and bolted out into the night.
She passed Joe as she walked down the hall away from the Darley's apartment but she didn't acknowledge him, just quickened her pace and kept moving. Joe had barely stepped into his home when he heard Billy barking at him. "Follow her." This was an instance where Joe didn't have to be told twice. He darted out of the apartment and took off down the hall after her.
Three men were walking down the street near the apartment complex where the Darley's lived. They knew who the Darleys were even which apartment was theirs, but they weren't here for trouble. They didn't look like anything special but they worked for Hayes. All the men were smoking, cussing and carrying on. Tonight was their night off and they had every intention of enjoying it. At least they did until they saw her race out of Billy's apartment and run down the stairs of the brick building. When she turned from the stairs to the sidewalk one of the men caught a glimpse of her face. He immediately nudged the man next to him in the side and started pointing at her. "That's her… That's her isn't it?"
The man he nudged cast him a harsh glare before his eyes fell on the same sight. "Layia." He muttered with a grin. She hadn't been around in years but every man who worked directly for Hayes knew what she looked like. It was a requirement in case she ever came back.
"We should call him right?" The third man finally spoke up. The self-appointed leader of the pack shook his head. "Nah. We get her ourselves then Hayes will stop treating us like shit."
The two other men smirked and nodded in agreement. "Let's get that bitch." They all took off after her, completely unaware that one Darley had just descended the stairs behind them and another Darley was soon to follow.
The crippling fear that Layia had felt was slowly leaving her mind, freeing her tight nerves. She hated herself for feeling it, for showing it around Billy. Layia wanted one mind blowing night with him, she'd been enjoying their teasing just as much as Billy had. But that desire hadn't altered the hold her past had on her, not as much as she thought it did anyway. She needed to focus on getting to the Four Roses and her car. Footsteps echoed behind her but she figured they belonged to a very pissed off Billy so she just picked up her pace again.
She had gained quite a bit on Joe but the three men following were quickly catching up to her. Finally one of them called out to her. "You fuckin' Billy Darley now?" So it hadn't been Billy pursuing her after all. Layia looked over her shoulder but kept walking. She recognized one of the men, the other two must be new. "Jealous? Your pencil dick never could keep me happy." He started chuckling, used to her sharp tongue. Layia had it even back then. "Come on sweetheart, don't be like that. Ya know I missed you." She averted her gaze back to the street in front of her and raised one hand to flip him off.
He and the other two men started running to catch up with her as she turned into an alleyway. Layia knew what was coming and she didn't want any witnesses. "Why do ya even bother, there's three of us and one of you." He hollered at her. Layia stopped, turning to face him. "And here I was hoping I might actually get a challenge for once." She sneered and his eyes turned cold. "I don't care if I gotta drag ya back with broken bones, kicking and screaming. You're coming back with me." Layia began laughing, she couldn't help it. They all said the same thing and they all ended up just another body, killed by her hand. "If that's the way ya want it, come and get me." Layia goaded as she grabbed her knife out of her boot and started twirling it around. Of course a fight would ensue on the one night she didn't have the Beretta on her person. It was still underneath the seat of her Charger because she didn't want a piece involved with her and Billy's confrontation. The blade would just have to do.
He fell for her taunt and lunged for her, his hands reaching out to seize her. Layia quickly sidestepped, easily avoiding him. Bringing her leg up in a roundhouse kick she connected her foot with his face. Immediately he fell to the ground, groaning in pain. The other two came at her and she was more than ready. A brawl was just what she needed. She avoided the first punch and the second one as well, it was the third one that connected with her side. She felt a brief twinge of pain but shook it off. Giving into pain would give her attackers the advantage. The man who hit her got a fucked up leg as a result. Layia rammed her foot into his knee as hard as possible and he instantly fell to the ground, writhing in agony. The other man tried to grab her around the waist but she shoved her elbow into his ribs, halting his attempt.
Before long it was a mess of flying fists, legs and angry swearing. She brought all the men to the ground at least once, much to her delight. Her lip was cut and bleeding, her knuckles were busted up and her ribs hurt but her damage was minimal. The man with the bad leg came at her, eyes full of fury, his fist aiming right for her face. She blocked the attack and brought her blade up, slitting his throat from left to right. He dropped to the dark asphalt, blood spurting from his neck and coating the rough tarmac beneath him. The man she recognized was keeping his distance, waiting for the right moment to step in.
"You fuckin' bitch." His friend snarled at her, taking his own knife out and proceeding to shove her against the wall. "What exactly did you expect little boy? Haven't ya heard what I do to men who come after me?" Layia retorted, not the least bit intimated by his tough act. That's all it was, a façade. She'd already killed one of them. It was his fear driving him. Panic turning into rage. But that kind of anger clouded judgment, automatically making him vulnerable. "Those men weren't me." He was flipping the sharp weapon in front of her face. Layia scoffed. "You're right. Those men weren't a complete fuckin' waste of my time." She attempted to shove him off her but he started to bring the knife down, forcing her hands to grapple with his. He was trying to drive the blade across her face but her strength vied with his and she was starting to gain the upper hand.
Layia was about to plunge the man's own knife into him when she heard Joe. "Layia…LAYIA." His tone was a powerful mixture of anger and concern. Joe had distracted her for a second and that was all the advantage the man needed. He took control of his knife and swung at her, Layia moved out of the way but the blade still grazed her shoulder. She gave a soft grunt in discomfort but before she had time to react Joe was there. He grabbed the shorter man's shoulder and spun him around. Wasting no time Joe swung, his fist hitting the man in the eye. The man started to drop and Joe kicked his leg sending him the rest of the way. Then Joe was on top of him, fists swinging away, bashing the man's face in and yelling all the while. "Ya fuckin' piece of shit." A vicious blow to the guy's cheek. "YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Layia couldn't help but smile inwardly that Joe had come to her rescue like that. When Joe's fist stopped swinging the man's face was busted up and covered in blood, he was barely recognizable. Joe stood and hulled the man to his feet. He was about to start wailing on his prey again when Layia reached from behind and stuck the man's heart with his blade. He clutched at his chest for a brief moment before falling to the cool ground in a crumpled heap.
Layia gave Joe a small smile, thanking him and he returned it. With the added addition to the battle she had completely forgotten about the third man until she heard a gun being cocked. At the same time the black mustang roared into the alley and a thoroughly furious Billy got out.
After Joe left Billy had regained himself and threw his shirt on, then headed straight for his mustang. He finally spotted Joe going into this alley. He was ready for another confrontation with Layia, ready to drag her back and demand answers. But he wasn't prepared for the sight his icy eyes took in. Layia was breathing hard, wincing slightly. She'd taken a beating but she seemed alright, and some prick was pointing a gun at his brother. The motherfucker had a death wish. Billy whipped his own piece out and aimed with steadily building rage.
Spinning her head around Layia saw that the .45 was pointed directly at Joe. The man started to pull the trigger and Layia immediately reacted, fueled by instinct and her gut. She dove, tackling Joe to the ground to save his life. The same moment that the man squeezed the trigger Billy fired a round into his head.
It was over. The bullet had missed Joe and he saw his older brother standing tall, holding a smoking gun. The other man was face down on the ground, dead. Joe shifted to wrap his arms around Layia when he felt a warm liquid soaking through his shirt and coating his skin. He hadn't been shot…Layia. His gaze fell and he saw Layia clutching her side, blood flowing between her fingers. "Billy!" He shouted running a hand over Layia's head and down her back, hoping to comfort her. "Billy!" He yelled again feeling panic setting in. Billy was there in seconds, crouched down and looking at Layia. The only girl he couldn't figure out. One moment she was all over him before an unexplainable fear entered her and the next she was jumping in front of a firing pistol for his brother. "Shit." He breathed out with a noisy exhale while tucking his gun back into the waistband of his jeans. His voice remained even, not giving away the concern he felt.
"You're both overreacting." She said in a raspy breath. "Been shot before." Layia clenched her fist hard enough to break the skin, moaning in agony as her eyes slowly moved back and forth between both Darleys. They didn't seem convinced. "I'll live." She sputtered out in between a few short coughs. It was true. It had to be true. She had too much left to do. But just because she had a good chance of survival didn't mean she wasn't being swallowed up by searing pain. Layia felt tears welling up in her eyes as the initial shock wore off, making her feel like her side was being engulfed in burning flames. Her breathing became labored as she weakly pushed herself off Joe and started struggling to get up. Billy wasn't having any of that. He bent down and picked her up in his arms then carried her back to the mustang with an anxious Joe walking right beside him. Layia didn't even feel the strength to wrap her arms around his neck. She just lay in his muscular limbs having to rely on Billy. "Darley, I swear to God, if ya take me ta the hospital I will cut your balls off." It came out much weaker than usual but there was still strength behind it. Billy chuckled dryly, her fire was truly unquenchable.
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