Sophie was thrust back into Brendan's bedroom by one of the men and told to grab her stuff as quickly as possible. She grabbed her purse and all the random things laying about the floor that had fallen out of it when she had frantically been searching for her cell phone. Sophie knew she was in shock, it was the only way she could explain how calm she felt. The asshole that had followed her upstairs to watch her as she collected her stuff was standing way to close for comfort and Sophie turned to glare at him. The Hispanic man responded by smirking and letting his eyes drift down to her breasts.

"Pervert." Sophie whispered.

"Stuck up bitch." Was his reply. Sophie wished she still had the hockey stick in her hand.

As she was turning to leave a box sitting in the corner of the room caught her eye. Sophie knew it wasn't Brendan's because it was too feminem. It looked like one of those old hat boxes and was a beautiful lilac color. Sophie moved closer and saw it had a card tapped to the top with her name on the envelope. Helen… Sophie thought a gift for me from Helen. Emotion began to well up inside Sophie but she fought it off, she had to be strong right now. She quickly grabbed the box and the rest of her stuff and headed back down stairs.

Once outside she looked around, trying to focus in the darkness.

"So where's your car or how the hell did you get here? Who knows you were here tonight?" Billy asked from behind her, making her jump. She turned around and ran straight into his broad chest; she hadn't realized how close he had been standing to her. He smelled like cigarettes, alcohol, and faintly of cologne.

"Um…. My car is parked on the side of the house and no one knew I was coming tonight." Sophie whispered. "You need to call an ambulance or he's going to die! That was our deal!" She said raising her voice.

"Don't tell me what the fuck I need to do. If you want him to live then we all need to get out of here and your ass is holding us up." Billy said quietly, grabbing her arm and leading her towards a classic looking sports car down the street. Sophie faintly started to hear sirens coming from far away and so did Billy. "There you go, problem solved… your precious boy is gonna get help. Now get in the damn car." He said as he opened up the passenger side door for her. Once she was inside he slammed it shut and stalked around to the driver's side and slid in.

"What about my car?" Sophie asked.

"The guys are taking care of that." Was all Billy replied.

Billy took off and quickly shifted into second gear, pushing Sophie back into the seat. There was silence in the car as Sophie stared out the window. Slowly she saw the upper class side of Boston start to turn into rundown buildings and small houses that looked to be falling apart. She remembered her now dead grandmother always saying in her snotty voice, "Stay out of that side of town, that's where all the bad people live." Sophie had always rolled her eyes at that comment, now she knew it to be true. She turned her head slightly to the left and looked at Billy. He was staring straight ahead and she examined his profile out of the corner of her eye. He probably gets all the girls he wants with his looks and blue eyes. The small scars adding to his bad boy persona. Sophie wondered if the stupid girls had any idea how cold hearted he really was.

"So what are you going to do with me?" Sophie asked into the silence.

"Whatever the fuck I want," he responded harshly, like he was almost annoyed she had broken the awkward silence. "I always wanted a maid, that would be some funny shit. I bet you've never worked or washed a dish in your life." He turned his head to look at her.

"Whatever you say Billy." Sophie replied. He looked a little surprised at her answer, or maybe it was because she had never used his name before. She turned to look out the window again and saw that they were pulling into a large apartment complex. It wasn't as bad as she had expected. It was old, but not as run down as some of the other complexes she had seen on the drive over. Sophie assumed this was Billy's home. Billy parked and walked around the car and opened the door for her. What a gentleman, she thought sarcastically. Once she was completely out of the car and the door was shut she was startled when Billy roughly pushed her up against his car. One of his hands on her waist, the other on her chin where he forced her to lift her head to look into his eyes.

"Just so we have things clear. The cops are going to come sniffing around here. When they do and if you talk to them you better fucking say you're here because you want to be. Don't get some crazy idea that they can protect you. The Hume's thought that shit and look what happened to them with a damn pig parked right outside. If you talk you and your precious little Lucas will be dead."

Sophie looked up at him with frightened eyes and tried to move her face but he kept her locked in his stare, "Ok, I promise I won't say anything." She whispered. He took another step towards her until almost the full length of his body was pressed against hers and leaned down and whispered into her ear.

"And like I said, you do whatever I fucking tell you. If I say clean, then clean. If I say cook, then cook. If I tell you to stand on a fucking corner and sell drugs to three year olds then you will fucking do it." He kept her pinned to the car for a few seconds, letting his words sink in. When she didn't respond he finally let her go. He kept one hand on the small of her back as he led her up three flights of stairs until they came to his door. He pulled out a key and unlocked it.

She walked first into the darkness and blinked when he turned on a light. Once again she was surprised the inside of the apartment was too bad either. Not that she was sure what she was expecting anyway. The living room consisted of a light brown suede couch and love seat set and a coffee table that was littered with beer bottles. Hanging on the wall was a large flat screen TV, in fact that was all that was hanging on the plain white walls. No pictures or photographs. The kitchen had a table and the sink was filled with dishes. The floor looked like it had never been mopped. The sound of Billy's phone ringing startled her out of her thoughts.

"Ya," Billy said when he answered. She could hear a male voice on the other side of the phone, but couldn't make out what he was saying. "Just park it next to mine and leave the keys under the seat. I'm fucking tired and going to sleep, we'll figure out all this shit tomorrow. And you better be on your God damn corner tomorrow Heco!" Billy slammed his phone shut and turned to look at Sophie.

"Well princess, let me show you your accommodations." He said sarcastically. Leading her down a narrow hallway. She entered what only could be his bedroom. A large King size bed was the focal point of the room and clothes were scattered around the floor.

"Um… I could just sleep on the couch." Sophie said nervously.

"Not a chance, I'm not gonna risk you running off. Get in the fucking bed." Billy said, turning and walking out of the room. Sophie saw him walk into a bathroom that was right across from the bedroom. Oh God, Sophie thought. She swallowed hard and finally crawled across the bed and under the covers, staying as close to one side as possible.

She kept her eyes shut as she heard Billy walk back into the room and heard him moving around. Sophie slowly opened her eyes and froze when she saw Billy pulling his shirt off and then taking off his jeans, leaving only his boxer briefs on. She felt her eyes linger for a split second on the black tattoo going up his body but quickly shut her eyes again. Billy turned the light off and she felt him slid under the covers on the other side, his weight on the mattress making her roll a little closer to the center. Sophie kept her eyes shut and prayed for sleep.