Hello everyone! Thanks so much to MoonxFaerie for the review! I love badass females. I cannot STAND damsels in distress ughh ! lol so Im glad you like Darla so far.

Alright Billy POV and PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW :)

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"Sweetie, what happened to your eye?"

Darla looked at the teacher in front of her and shrugged. "Some kid tried to take my lunch money."

She was lying, and the teacher knew it. The big black eye was not caused by some fourth grader. It had looked like she was beaten brutally, limping across the playground. "Alright, go play and I'll call your father." She saw the little girls eyes widen but she nodded wordlessly and walked away.

Darla knew she was going to get it when she got home. No matter what her story was, she knew her dad would kill her if he got a call about her. He'd think she ratted.

"I know you're lying."

Snapping out of her thoughts, she looked to her right and saw a boy almost a foot taller than her. The same boy from the night before. She raised her fist at him. "You gonna tell?"

The little boy gave her a cocky smirk. "Nah." Darla stared at him for a second before continuing her walk to the swings. "My dad hits me too." When she kept walking, he held out his hand. "Names Billy Darley." Darla froze and looked at him with wide eyes. Billy frowned. "What?"

"D-Darley?" She whispered.

Billy nodded his head. "Yeah, we're neighbors ya know?"

Darla couldn't believe it. "Like Bones Darley?" At Billy's nod, she bit her lip. "You probably get it worse than I do."

Billy shrugged. "S'not that bad." He grinned at her. "You wanna share my lunch?"

Darla tilted her head. "You got candy?"

Billy nodded his head happily. "Licorice."

Darla smiled at him and held out her hand. "Darla Donnelly. Nice to meet you Billy Darley."

--------------------Billy-----------------------------

"I don't give a shit Bodie, you tell that mother fucker he owes me money. And if I don't get it he's dead." I shut the phone off and lit another cigarette.

"Billy baby what's wrong?"

I looked at the bitch sitting on my lap and frowned. "Hey, you know Darla's here. Get the fuck off." She pouted, but did as I ask. Rules were rules. When Darla was at the Roses, she was never to know I fucked around on the side. And the bitches followed these rules. When she wasn't there, well…it was a free for all.

"Hey Billy, you asked for me?"

I looked up at the newest member of my crew. Jacob Mathews. To be honest, I didn't like the kid that much. But fucking Joe had convinced me he'd be a good addition. Said he was business savvy, whatever the fuck that meant. "Sit down." I watched him sit down across from me and fidget. I almost smiled. Almost. "You know why I called you." It wasn't a question.

Jacob nodded. "Yeah." He looked away from me. "So it's gonna happen tonight?"

I shrugged. "Might. If not tonight then tomorrow." I wanted to punch this kid in the face. I'd seen the way he'd been looking at Darla with his mouth hangin' open. But he passed the test and even if I didn't like it, he didn't want her. And he hadn't even done his initiation shit yet. I had to remind myself to kick Joe's ass.

Jacob nodded looking like a nervous wreck. "No problem Billy."

"You sure?" I asked with a glare. At his nod, I pointed to the door. "Get Darla." I sighed as he closed the door behind him. I liked doing business at the Office, but the little room in the Four Roses was the next best thing.

"Is Billy Darley thinking? My God the world must be ending."

I looked up and grinned. My little girlfriend stood smirking at me like she was the boss around here. She probably got that from me. Darla and I had been together for well over fifteen years. Well, technically we hooked up five years ago when she got back from college, but we've known each other practically our whole lives. If there was anyone in the world I trust with my life, it was Darla Donnelly. "Come here." I said, patting my lap.

She put her hands on her hips and glared at me, but I saw her trying to not smile. "I'm working Darley, and I don't have time for a quickie."

I rolled my eyes. "Why are you always thinking about sex? Jesus woman, give me a break." At her scoff, I smiled widely. "Come here. Just tell Will I asked for you." Will owned the Four Roses and was one of the many who were afraid of me. Plus with all the beer I bought around here, he practically owed me.

Darla rolled her eyes before walking over to me and sitting on the small table in front of me. Tease. "You know, I went to the market yesterday and some woman gave me the worst look when I tried to help her with her groceries. You've scared this whole town!"

I grinned at her. Leave it to Darla to help some random old woman at the supermarket. I grabbed her around the waist and put her on my lap. "What do you I always tell you?"

She rolled her eyes and pushed my hands away. "The only person you help is yourself." She said in a dull voice. "Not all of us can be professional assholes Darley."

I grabbed her tighter and kissed her neck. "You think I'm an asshole?"

She pushed me away and crossed her arms. "Yes. What the hell did you say to Jake? He looks scared to death."

Ok happy time over. I glared at her as I lit another cigarette. "Why the fuck you so obsessed with him?" She talked about him like he was a damn puppy.

Darla got off me and looked at me like she was gonna kill me. Uh-oh. Meltdown in 5..4...3...2...-

"Fuck you Billy! What exactly are you trying to say?" She didn't wait for me to answer as she kicked a chair pathetically. "I'm no whore Billy Darley!"

I rubbed my head. "I didn't say you were Dar."

"That's what you're insinuating."

I glared at her. "Don't use your college words on me Donnelly."

She shook her head. "Fuck you, you insecure bastard."
Before she could walk out, I got up and grabbed her around the waist. Jesus sometimes this woman was the most annoying thing in the world. But I loved her, and I knew she'd make me pay if I didn't make things up now. "Hey listen, I'm sorry."

She scoffed. "Oh, big bad Billy Darley apologizing?"

I sighed. "Darla, come on. You know I'm sorry."

She rolled her eyes. I hated when she did that. "Whatever." Before she could move, I shoved her against the wall and kissed her, biting her lip. You ever wonder if someone was made for you? Like someone out there specifically designed someone for you? I know I sound like a pussy, but I think Darla was made for me. Like my other half. And her lips always tasted like licorice. I smirked as I heard her moan. That's more like it. "This doesn't," She said speaking in between kisses. "Mean," Kiss. "you're," Kiss. "forgiven."

I laughed at her. "Yeah whatever." Giving her one last kiss, I opened the door for her. "I'll be out in a second. Get us some beers." She gave me another glare before walking out. "Damn, that's a nice ass." I started laughing as she threw something at me and had to duck.

"SHOOT HIM ASSHOLE!"

"IT'S YOUR SHOT!"

"HURRY UP DUMBASS!"

I stared at the man before me and sneered. Tonight was Jake's initiation. Time for him to become a man and roll with the big guys. We did what we always did. Drive miles away and pull into some random gas station and find a random guy. Tonight's lucky winner was a forty something year old fat bastard. From the looks of him, he was probably a drunk too. "It's your shot kid. Prove yourself." I spoke with a mean voice. Bones used to tell me the only way to really scare people was with your voice. There's no telling what a hard, angry voice could do to people.

I saw Jake's hand shaking as he held the bullet to the mans head. That was ok. First time guys are always shaking. Cept for me. It was almost TOO easy for me. "I can't!" I heard him scream.

Fucking retard. I aimed my gun at his head. "Either you shoot him or I shoot you!" A second later, the fat ass fell on the floor, laying in his own blood. I turned to Jake. "You ever stall like that again, and I'll fucking kill you, you got that?" At his nod, the boys and I ran out of the gas station and to our cars. Well mine and Bodies cars. My black painted, tinted, and airbrushed muscle car was one of the best things I owned. Plus, Darla had found it for me the day I turned eighteen. "Go, go, go!" I screamed to Joe, who wasn't ready to be involved with serious gang shit. That way, if by some stupid reason we got caught, the most he'd get would be a charge for being the runaway car.

I heard the boys screaming as we drove like the cops were right behind us. It was an adrenaline rush, playing God. I felt like this the first time I killed someone. No guilt, no pain. I think Darla was right. I am a professional asshole.

"Oh Billy, yes!"

I smirked at the bitch under me, going in her faster and faster. She was squirming and screaming like I was killing her. Her dry, platinum blonde, long ass hair was covering half her face while she tossed and turned under me.

No, this wasn't Darla, and I know what you're thinking. If I really loved her I wouldn't be cheatin' on her right? Wrong. I loved Darla. More than anyone in the world I loved her. Even more than Joe, and that fucker was blood. But I had a image to keep. If people thought that I had gone soft, and wouldn't cheat on her and was a one woman guy, they'd take me for a pussy and pop my ass as quick as you can say the word dead. But the fact that people see that even Darla doesn't mean that much to me (at least what I make it look like) they know I really am a miserable bastard. No one fucks with someone who has nothing to lose. You get your ass killed that way.

The thing was, these girls meant nothing to me. Yea sure they were hot, but they weren't beautiful. They weren't Darla. They were whores, and for all I knew, they'd be blowin' half of Boston after we were done. Hell, I don't think I even enjoyed it half the time. It was boring and stupid. Like watchin' a cheesy porno.

But one rule I had that EVERYONE had to abide by, was for Darla to never find out. I wanted to keep her as sweet and innocent as possible, and I also happen to love my balls thank you very much. If Darla was at the Roses no bitch was allowed to come near me in case Dar got suspicious. If anyone fucked up, well…they'd have to face the wrath of Darla Donnelly.

I walked into the quiet house and locked the door behind me. The lights were off, which didn't surprise me since it was almost four in the morning. I threw my coat somewhere and was about to walk toward my bedroom, when I heard what sounded like fucking coming from down the hallway.

I listened closely before cocking my gun and started stalking to my bedroom. Hell fuck no was Darla cheating on me! I'd kill her and the fucking bastard she was with. And she better pray it wouldn't be the that fucker Jake. I almost couldn't contain the rage that wanted to pop out of me. That little bitch! That whore! That-

"WHAT THE FUCK BILLY!"

I cursed as I almost shot my brother's back. I saw him jump off some girl and glare at me. I rolled my eyes and put my gun back in it's place. "Jesus, Joe. It's four in the morning."

Joe continued to look at me like I DID shoot him. "You and Darla go at it twenty four seven, why can't I?"

I sneered at the frightened bitch Joe was with. "Hurry the fuck up. Where's Dar?" I saw Joe shrug and continue with the girl. Little fucker didn't even wait until I left.

"Billy?"

I looked into the dark living room and saw someone on the couch. "Babe?"

"Yeah," I saw her sit up and yawn. "You thought that was me didn't you, dickhead?"

I smiled at her. She didn't cuss often, but when she did it was the hottest thing. "What are you doing in here?" I asked walking over to her. Her hair was messy, her eyes swollen from sleeping, and her lips were begging me to kiss them.

She rolled her eyes. "Joe and his little 'friend'," She sneered when she said friend. Aw, this was MY woman. "decided to have a little fun while I was asleep. They kept banging and I couldn't sleep. It's quieter here." I nodded my head and motioned for her to stand. When she did, I lay down and pushed her on top of me. She snuggled in and I held her tight. "Tired?" She asked, playing with my cross.

"Yeah." I grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles. "You got work tomorrow?"

She shook her head. "Nope. Day off."

I nodded my head. "How bout I tell Bones to fuck off for a day and I take you out?" I hated going out, but for Darla I'd do anything.

To my surprise she shook her head and kissed my chest. "I'd much rather stay in with you. Can we do that?"

I smiled, though she couldn't see it. God I loved this woman. She was my life. My soul. Man I sound like a pussy. "Anythin' for you babe."

She lifted her head and kissed me softly. "I'm still mad at you." Before lying back down, the little tease smirked at me. "But you can make it up to me in the morning. Over and over again."

I groaned as a certain part of my anatomy woke up. "How bout I make it up to you now?"

She laughed and shook her head. "I see this as a fit punishment. Now stop poking me and go to sleep."

I smiled and played with her hair. It was soft and smelled like home. Whenever I had a bad day, all I had to do was grab Darla, give her a squeeze and suddenly I wasn't Billy Darley gang lord. I was Billy, Darla Donnelly's boyfriend, who DID have feelings. Who wasn't a sadistic bastard. I was a good guy with her. And strangely enough, I felt safe with the petite girl in my arms. "You ok baby?" And she could read me like a book.

"I'm fine, go to sleep."

She sighed and squeezed me tighter. "You know I'd never cheat on you right?" Before I could say anything, she looked at me again. "I'm serious Billy. I love you. Only you." She smiled wide. "You're my prince."

I rolled my eyes. "Not that fairy tale shit again; I sound like a damn princess." I kissed her neck. "I know you would never. Besides," I said, pulling her hair a little. "I'd kill you before you did."

She huffed and slapped my chest, as I laughed. "Goodnight Master Darley." She said in a exaggerated voice.

"I love you," I whispered, closing my eyes.

And before my mind shut off, I hear a quiet "I've always loved you." and smiled as I fell into a deep sleep.