Disclaimer: Don't own, didn't happen. Set during the movie. In case anyone was wondering, this fic follows the movie the same basic way, only a little different in some parts.

Note: I wanna thank heymegalomaniacx for pointing out some bits of this chapter to me. The end conversation did semm a little off now that I reread it, so I went back and configured it a little...

See...All it takes is a little positive critism (and a magnifying glass for a brain) to make me happy :)

Thank-a-you...3

It shocked her.

It frightened her.

Sitting down on the nearest chair, Lily put her head in her hands. Joe was gone. He really was gone. Tears feel down Lily's cheeks as she thought about how it could have possibly happened. Billy had tons of enemies, which meant it could have been any of them. She imagined Joe, sprawled out long the floor, blood pooling around his as it left his body. Lily closed her eyes, trying to erase the thought from her mind.

"How did it happen?" She asked Bodie, hoping he had an answer,

"Somebody shanked him," The thug said solemnly, "He was takin' out the trash when it happened,"

"Who did it?"

"We don't know. We're tryin' to find out right now, so if any of your girls down at the club saw anything, let us know, 'ight?"

Bodie went towards the door, and Lily just nodded as he left. She'd never get to see Joe ever again. She'd never see his innocent blue eyes; rugged chin and soft dark hair. His art would never go up on gallery walls; his brother would never get to know the real Joe Darley. The Joe she knew would remain a secret she'd always keep.

Please, don't tell anyone, She remembered him beg when she first saw his artwork, My bro would kill me for doing faggity shit like this.

Joe always cared about what Billy thought of him, but then again, Lily didn't blame him. She would never tell Billy about her interests in other men from time to time, worried he might call her a slut and dump her. Billy never knew about how much she loved books and art, because Billy would call her a sap and make fun of it. Billy always taunted on things that required intellect to understand. Lily could never understand that about him.

As she sat there in her living room, crying in a ball on a chair, the phone began to ring. Hesitant to take the call, Lily eventually picked up the phone and answered wearily:

"Hello?"

"Lily?" A female voice came from the other end, "It's Jenny. Are you okay?"

Jenny was Lily's friend down at her job. The gorgeous brunette was famous for her touch-friendly lap dances, something men adored about her. Lily always felt a pang of jealousy when Billy recieved lap dances from her, seeing he enjoyed them more than hers.

It somewhat made Lily want to kill the slut...

"Yeah, I'm fine," Lily sniffed, wiping the tears off her cheeks, "What's up?"

"Not much, except Billy wanted me to tell you he was coming by to see you in a bit," She could hear the smile in the brunette's voice, "After he was done managing..."

"Managing what?" Lily asked, wishing she could choke Jenny,

"Just club stuff. He didn't exactly explain,"

"Okay,"

"Well, see you tonight Lily,"

"Bye Jenny..."

Lily hung up the phone and went into her bedroom. Pulling on a pair of jeans; a t-shirt, and jcket, she went to her drawer. Opening the top one, she removed the false bottom underneath. There, underneath the thongs, bras, and panties, laid a handgun. A .9 milimeter to be exact. She had bought it from a friend a long time ago when she was living with Ivan.

Lily took out the gun, loaded it with bullets, and tucked it into the back of her jeans...This could get ugly...

The Kitten House Gentlemen's Club was a pink building with a neon kitten on it. Lily thought it was really cute when she first arrived to the establishment, but now the kitten had burnt out parts of it and the pink light flickered from time to time. Walking through the door, she came into a dark room with mirrors on the walls; a stage with a pole in each corner with a center stage in the middle with a catwalk. Lily always felt like a supermodel when she walked onto that stage, accompanied by all the hooting and hollering she heard as she stripped off the little clothing she had on.

"Tom," Lily called to the bartender, "Where's Billy?"

"In the back, with Jenny!" The plump man answerd returning back to serving drinks to customers.

With Jenny, Lily thought angrily, Why am I not surprised? I might actually have to kill her...

Walking towards the beaded curtains that led to the VIP room, she could already hear Jenny's flirtatious giggle coming from inside. Anger boiled up in the pit of her stomach as she thought of Billy touching and feeling on some other girl. It was alright when she was working because it was just business, but off-the-clock hours were strictly forbidden. Feeling her gun pressed her tailbone, Lily hoped she never had to use it on anyone.

"Billy?" She called into the room.

Just as she thought, Jenny and Billy were together. Jenny was topless with just a g-string on, while Billy had his hands on her hips, gently kissing her with the lips he used to kiss Lily. If losing Joe wasn't bad enough, imagine the pain she was feeling seeing him with someone else.

"Billy," She called out again, grasping the man's attention.

Jenny and Billy both looked to her, Jenny wearing a frightened expression while Billy was just enraged.

"Lil, what did I tell you? I was coming by later," Billy said, "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"What the fuck are you doing with her?" Tears began forming in her eyes, spilling down her cheeks,

"None of your fucking business, now go home, Lily!"

"No!" Lily pulled the gun from her back and pointed it at the two of them,

Billy pushed Jenny off his lap and stood up, his large figure and dangerous eyes scaring Lily for a second. "Oh what, Lily? You're gonna shoot me? Are you fucking kissing yourself? You'll never do it,"

"Fuck to hell I won't!" Lily cocked the bullet in place, her finger on the trigger.

"Lily, just go home," Jenny said, "Me and Billy are-"

"Shut the fuck up bitch! No one was talkin' to you!"

"Fuck you slut!"

"Shut up, Jen!" Billy yelled at the brunette, and she silenced immediately.

Billy walked closer to Lily, enough that the barrel of her gun was right at his chest. His icy blue eyes pierced through her skin, making her brain twist and turn. They enticed her hazardously, mocking her every thought.

"Do it," He hissed, "If you're such a big girl, do it. Fuckin' shoot me," When Lily didn't fire, he continued, "Go ahead. Come on Lily, what are you waiting for?!"

She couldn't do it. She knew from the beginning it was pointless to even come. He would have just scared her out of the idea of killing him. Billy had an advantage she didn't: The power to make her love him. He could fuck up as many times as he wanted, and still have the blond accepting him back. Lily never knew why, but she couldn't let go of Billy.

He was all she had in the world...

Lowering her weapon, Lily set it on a nearby table, looking up at Billy. A smug grin came over his face, feeling triumph once again over his beloved.

"I just came here to tell you something," Lily said, trying hard to fight back her tears,

"What do you want?" He said to her,

"Your brother's dead..."

"What?" Billy stood in disbelief, just as he had when she first told him Joe wanted to paint,

"He's dead. Somebody stabbed him..."

Lily watched Billy stare at her, completely lost in his thoughts. Catching the depression in his eyes, Lily stepped towards him, but Billy just turned his head away from her. Perhaps she was wrong for coming, maybe she was the wrong person to tell him. She felt horrible for making him feel this way; only thinking about herself. How could she be so selfish? Joe was Billy's brother, not hers. Even if she and Joe had been close, nothing could beat blood. Billy loved Joe, despite the fact he supressed Joe from the thing he loved to do. Billy had only wanted what was best for Joe.

And here she was yelling at him about something as ridiculous as their relationship...

"Billy..." She said his name softly, "Billy, I didn't-"

"Save it," He cut her off, "Get out...Both of you get out!" His voice rose with his last words.

Lil watched Jenny get up from her spot on the floor and exit the room as quick as possible, however, Lily stayed. She gazed at him, taking in his saddned eyes and vacant expression. ILily never had any siblings, since her parents hated each other too much to sleep together. She imagined it must have felt horrible to lose a family member, especially a brother. Walking closer to her boyfriend, he said nothing, just stayed the stiff statue he was. Lily was his girlfriend, and she wanted to comfort him whether he wanted her to or not. Cupping his rough cheek, she kissed him gently.

"I'm sorry, Billy," She whispered, "I really am. Joe was a good boy-"

"I told you to leave," He said, interuppting her words again, "You shouldn't be here to begin with. Now get out, do what I tell you to for a change."

A bit hurt by his words, Lily picked up her pistol and left. Billy would want some time alone, and she would be a bitch if she didn't give it to him.

So she left to the Four Roses...Hoping he'd go there when he was finished...

A/N: I know this part doesn't have much to do with the story, but trust me, Nick Hume's coming to town soon, so don't nobody go nowhere...