Joey fix? I think yes. Enjoy =)

The corner was one of five scattered in "Hall" territory. It was the most remote and in the worst part of the area. There was a small deli on the end of one strip and an out-of-business laundromat sat across the mouth of an alley, beginning the next strip. The alley ran behind the storefronts, allowing the owners access to a parking lot and delivery entrances. A tall, thin man stood smoking against the brick wall inside the front of the alley. Billy knew a lookout when he saw one. He pulled his hood up over his head, sticking a cigarette in his lips. With a little luck, he'd pass as another customer. At least for a few moments.

As he drew closer, the tall guard picked up on him, giving him a long stare. Billy slumped his shoulders and walked in long strides, putting his hands deep in his pockets. The man stood off the wall and nodded at him when he turned into the alley.

"You lost?" The guy asked, frowning. Billy took a drag and looked around, feigning paranoia. Honestly, he was a little, and justly so. He was a sitting duck in the middle of enemy territory, but this was his only way inside. Pulling his hood closer to his neck, he hid his tattoos, leaning into the guard.

"I need to get my prescription refilled." He said in his deepest voice. The man in front of him was about thirty with short red hair. His face was heavily freckled and worn from the sun. He glared at Billy with grey eyes then motioned with a finger down the alley. They walked into the full cover of the two buildings and the guy stopped.

"Turn around." Billy clenched his jaw, turning to face the brick wall behind him. He knew searches were a common practice with unknowns but he still gritted his teeth as the redhead swiped his hands over his jeans and hoodie. Thankfully, Billy had prepared for this, leaving his .45 behind and replacing it with a knife in his boot. Not the best weapon, but it would save him in a pinch. When the guard was satisfied, he patted Billy on the shoulder.

"Go around back, first door on the left." He grunted, pointing towards the deserted laundromat's back entrance. Billy nodded and followed the directions, pulling his hood around his neck. The alley smelled faintly of detergent and garbage as he walked the length of the building. He turned the corner and glanced down the row of large steel doors at the back of the strip. The first had a metal notice bolted into the door, with the big letters, "PRIVATE PROPERTY" written across it. Billy turned the knob and opened it slowly. He didn't know what to expect inside, he'd never seen their operation up close.

The door opened to a small hallway that ended behind a counter. Even in the dark, Billy could see the boarded up windows from the front of the strip. He stepped inside and noticed a single door on the right with light leaking from the bottom. Quietly, he closed the exit behind him and approached the lit room. He missed the weight of his gun in the small of his back as he raised a hand to the office door and knocked twice. It opened and another man stood in his path; this one was short and buff. Billy had seen him before; he had to be getting close.

"Cash." He grunted at Billy, blocking the view of the room entirely. Billy went for his wallet slowly, pulling out a folded stack of six, one hundred dollar bills. The beefhead went to grab it but Billy held it firm in his hand.

"I wasn't born yesterday." He growled. The short man shot him a smirk and Billy's hand itched to rip it from his face. He'd had enough with the sneaking around; he deserved more respect from these hired thugs.

"Sid." A voice called from inside the room. Billy's body flushed with warmth when he recognized the tone. He'd struck gold. Sid sniffed and released Billy's money, backing up only a small step to allow him inside. Billy smirked and dipped his head as he pushed past.

The office had been cleared out for more space, shelves ripped crudely from the walls. An industrial tool chest stood in one corner and a desk sat in the other. She was sitting on the top of the desk, her back against the back wall and one leg bent up in front of her. When the door closed behind him, Billy removed his hood. She lowered her cigarette, resting the arm on her raised knee.

"Well, fuck." She muttered, hissing out smoke. Everything after happened in a matter of seconds. Sid whipped out a gun and Billy snarled, rushing him faster than a lineman. Billy grabbed the gun with one hand and it went off as he pushed it towards the ceiling. His other hand balled into a fist and landed a hard blow in Sid's face, drawing blood before he hit the floor. Billy yanked the gun from the falling man's hand and aimed it at his head.

"Think you can fuckin' point shit at me?" He growled. Sid hissed in pain and fury, glaring up while dark blood flowed from his nose. Billy glanced over and saw that she hadn't moved. She remained on the desk, casually smoking. Her free hand, however, now gripped a .45 that rested on her thigh. Billy panted from the adrenaline, casting her a small smirk.

"Thought you liked knives, Hell." She frowned and exhaled.

"Doesn't mean I can't shoot you, Darley."

Helen Gates ran "the Hall", a gang known for its trade in prescriptions and hookers. Helen was their leader, making a name for herself straight out of juvie through ruthless executions and clever planning. Billy respected her authority and in turn she'd respected his.

Billy smirked at the gun in her lap and she looked down at the man on the floor. "Maybe I should let him kill you first, Sid." Billy snorted and turned back to the guard beneath him.

"It'd be no trouble." He purred, pulling back the hammer. Helen laughed and dismounted swiftly.

"I'm sure it wouldn't." She put her hands on her hips, narrowing her eyes at Sid. Billy gave her an evil smile and lowered the gun, releasing the hammer and putting it in the back of his jeans. Helen shook her head and put her weapon down on the desk.

"Fuckin' idiots." She kicked Sid's calf. "All of you." He looked up at her and she snorted, leaning back on the edge of the desk and raising one hand to motion to Billy. "You didn't know that was Billy fuckin' Darley? Are you stupid?" Sid glanced over as Billy crossed his arms and smirked. Helen rolled her eyes and waved her hand. "Get out." Sid's eyes widened and he pushed himself to his feet, opening his mouth to object. Helen's stare turned to ice and she stood up.

"Get the fuck out." Billy appreciated her man's loyalty but this demanded privacy. Billy had given Helen the same consideration when she'd shown up at the Four Roses; now, she would do the same. Sid wiped blood on the back of his hand, leaving through the door. He stared the entire way and Billy knew he'd stay on the other side, regardless of his orders. When they were alone, Helen rubbed her forehead.

"What the fuck, Darley?" She hissed. He circled the room, pulling a cigarette from his back pocket.

"I imagined you'd be a little harder to find." Billy murmured, leaning on the wall furthest from her. Helen gave him a cold glare.

"Let's get this straight, Billy." His smirk evaporated as she used his first name. She'd never called him that in all the years she'd known him. She crossed the room and he tensed. "Do not mistake respect for friendship." She growled. "You're walking a thin line, tromping in my operations like this." He locked his jaw and hissed at her through his teeth.

"Not like you have a 1-800 number." He retorted. "You forgetting your little trip to my bar?" Neither mentioned the night out on the road; they'd silently agreed to forget it ever happened. Out there, they were different people. Here and now, there were no games. Helen crossed her arms.

"That was business." Billy gave her a hard stare.

"This is too." He growled. Helen raised an eyebrow. They stood only a foot apart, glaring at each other.

"Fuck you need from me?" She hissed. "Last time I checked, I didn't owe you shit." Billy remembered the cigarette in his hand and he lit it, delaying his answer as he took a drag.

"I'm here to make a deal." Helen scoffed and Billy blinked. Her hands fell to her hips.

"For what?" He grinned and she eyed him suspiciously.

"I need a girl."

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Billy's phone call hadn't made any sense, but Joey had taken his orders regardless. Now, over an hour later, he wanted to punch his brother square in the face.

"Well, don't you look happy." Danny chuckled, stepping back into view. He faked a smile, slouching back on a small seat. She hung up several hangers' worth of clothes and Joey groaned, dreaming about a cigarette. Danny laughed and leaned over to him, taking his collar in one hand and pecking his lips. They were in the middle of a clothing store dressing room and this was her third round of picks. She released him and grinned. "And here I thought you'd enjoy watching me undress." Joey snorted.

"It's not fun when I can't participate." She laughed silently and blushed, locking the stall door. Danny put a finger to her lips.

"Someone will hear you." Joey grinned.

"That's why it's hot." Danny's face flushed further and she pretended to busy herself with a dress.

"I like this red one." She stated. He slouched back on the bench, clunking his head on the wall.

"It's just a bar." He groaned. Danny scoffed and pouted at him.

"It's a club, Joey. And it's also our first date." She made a face and lifted her t-shirt over her head. "Means something to me." Joey sighed and watched her slip her shorts to the floor.

"You know I can't parade around with a girlfriend. It's not—" Danny crossed her eyes and cut him off.

"Yeah yeah yeah." She took the red dress of its hanger and stepped into it. It hugged her body as she pulled it up and slipped her arms into the straps. The skirt stopped right under her butt and Joey stared while she turned in the mirror. "Shit. That's shorter than I thought it was." She murmured, playing with the seam at her bottom. "Can't even bend over in this thing." Danny stuck out her butt and sure enough her underwear was visible. Joey shifted in his seat.

"I like it." He said, grinning from ear to ear. Danny made a face at him.

"Well, enjoy it now cuz I'm not buying it." Joey reached out with a hand, motioning her forward.

"Then I'll fuckin' buy it." She laughed and stepped daintily toward him.

"I look like a hooker." She chuckled. "I mean, look." Danny turned all the way around and Joey shook his head. "I practically scream, 'I suck for a buck.'" Joey took her by the hips and brought her to him.

"Not a buck, you're definitely in the hundred dollar range." Her mouth dropped open and Joey laughed again. "Kidding!" Danny shoved his face with the palm of her hand and stomped away, slipping the dress off again. She took another off the hanger and Joey lurched off the chair. The sight of her in the dress had excited him and he let her know as he pressed against her back.

"You're too hot for a hooker." He purred, lowering his head to kiss her neck. Danny closed her eyes and shivered, standing in front of the full-length mirror in only her underwear. Joey heard her breathing deepen and he wrapped an arm around her front. "If you wore that, I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off of you." She snorted.

"Hooray, instant touchy-guy magnet." Joey nibbled her ear and she giggled.

"I'd beat the living shit out of any guy who'd touch you." Danny shivered as he purred into her skin.

"I'm not wearing it." She whispered. Joey growled and slipped a hand into the front of her panties.

"Please." He murmured. The underwear fell to the floor and Danny gasped, turning around.

"Joey!" He pressed a finger to her lips and bent down, running his hands down her bare thighs. "We. can't. do. this. here." She whispered as he stood up, bringing the discarded dress up her body once more.

"You're trying this on. That's allowed." He purred, turning her around to zip up the back. Danny stared at him in the mirror.

"There are people in here." She hissed. Joey chuckled and kissed her neck again.

"I'll be quiet." He whispered. Then he backed away, taking one of her hands as he sat on the bench again. Danny blushed as he looked at her and bulge formed in his jeans. He licked his lips and she covered her mouth, suppressing a laugh.

"You're being ridiculous." She whispered. He pulled her forward and ran his hands up her thighs.

"You look incredible." He purred. His hands wandered over her stomach up to her breasts and he cupped them. Danny closed her eyes and Joey grinned at her reaction. She came closer and lowered her face to kiss his parted lips. Her mouth was warm and wet and Joey inhaled sharply, reminded of another part of her body. She pulled away.

"Quietly." Danny panted, straddling him on the seat. He nodded and took her mouth in his. Using one hand, she unzipped his jeans dug into his boxers. Joey chuckled against her lips.

"You're gonna rip it off." He whispered. She found his erection and he groaned. Danny clapped a hand over his mouth, pressing a finger to her lips. Joey grinned and ran his palms up her legs and slipped the skirt up over her hips. She sighed and smiled at him.

"You going to be quiet?" She asked. He nodded with her hand still over his mouth. She removed it and he kissed her, plunging his tongue between her lips. He took her butt in his hands and guided her onto his lap. Danny pumped him and Joey locked his jaw, ripping away and fighting the need to moan. She lowered onto him; Joey rocked her hips with his grip on her butt and Danny panted, obeying his pace.

"Kiss me." She whispered and he leaned forward, hungrily consuming her. They moved together with desperate breaths. Footsteps and hangers clamored around them, all but eliminating the sounds of their bodies. Danny reached between her legs and Joey opened his eyes, watching her circle her own button. He panted and swallowed, nearing release at the sight.

"I love you, dirty girl." He moaned with a wink. Danny covered his mouth with a kiss and he laughed. He hugged her body to his chest. The feeling of his arms surrounding her made him swell with happiness. "I love you." Joey whispered again. Danny pressed her forehead to his, looking into his eyes. Her body shuddered and she came with long sighs. His heart melted to her and he touched her hair, sweeping it from her eyes. She took his face in both of her hands and a smiled.

"I love you too." She whispered and Joey climaxed as she held him, kissing his cheeks and mouth. They breathed with each other and relaxed.

"You know…" Danny murmured, nuzzling her nose into his temple. "Now you have to buy this dress." Joey grinned.

"Deal."

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