"What was he like?" my younger brother asked as I filled his plate of spaghetti. He stood beside me, his arms and head rested against the counter I noticed he's just grown to reach.

His big brown eyes gazed up at me in wonder and excitement a child his age should have for a new toy, or video game. Not a gun slinging thug I couldn't stop thinking about.

"He was...tall" I reply not wanting to say anything that might influence him in any direction. Not to revere the man or be absolutely terrified of him. I just wanted things to be as they were.

"Tall? Reese, everybody's tall to me" he replies standing up on his tip toes for a second.

"True, but what else do you want me to say about him?" I ask handing him his plate and following him to the living room.

"Was he mean? Did he have a gun?"

I snort as we plop down on the couch in front of the TV. Both of us stuffing our faces with the food I cooked.

"He didn't come in Mc'Donalds wielding a gun Jase" I reply. "And he was actually really polite"

He looked up at me with a raised brow.

"Polite? Billy Darley is polite?" he asks as if I was insane.

"Yes, he probably thanks his sister for making him amazing spaghetti and meatballs."

Jase snorts, "Billy doesn't have a sister" he replies. Apparently my little brother is the expert on all things Billy Darley.

"And how would you know that?"

"Because he killed his entire family that's how I know" he retorts.

I chuckle and don't bother disproving the rumor by telling him I went to school with his brother.

"Well, I hope he doesn't spend to much time at my work then"

"What time does mommy get off work?" she asks wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"3 again, did you finish your homework?" then like every other night we watched TV until he dropped. Which was ceremoniously 9 o'clock.

I carried him to his bed and tucked him in, cleaned the house and went to my own room where I did my homework and stayed up until I heard my mother come in. Then I fell asleep, mentally going over my schedule, preparing myself to do it all over again.

The bus was later than usual, so I ended up walking to work. On my way I passed Four Roses. The bar where all the dead beat degenerates gather.

I've been inside once or twice before, nothing special. It was a crowded room that smelled like booze and depression, I try to avoid it as much as possible. But walking by today I noticed the large black mustang out front, red tribal markings allover it and a very angry man walking toward it. I slowed down a bit and recognized it was none other than Sir Darley. He was wearing close to nothing considering the frigid weather.

He paced the side of the car having just slammed the door open with a phone to his ear, barking at the person on the other end.

"You better pray t' whoever it is y'believe in that I'm in a good fuckin' mood when I see ya" he didn't even need to yell. He just spoke calmly, like a parent would to their kid when their far too pissed to yell. Only this parent had no problem dismembering this kid for possibly not paying them.

And here I am, not paying attention. The world could have been falling down around me but here I stand clenching my sweaty hands in my pockets unable to move as I stared at him. Entranced by this man stomping around blowing smoke from his ears.

It wasn't until I saw a pair sea blue eyes gazing into my own that I regained my attention. I gasped and suddenly my feet were working, working faster than I want to admit.

As I walked past him I felt my heart lurch into my throat. Especially with his eyes trained on me, his head moving with me as I tried not to faint.

"Don't make me look for you" he says to whoever he was speaking to. His attention now focused elsewhere, to say it's me that grabbed it is presumptuous. Let's just say the pretty face from Mc'Donalds did it. Maybe it's my ass that was working for him, I try to work out.

I just made it passed his car when his gruff voice called out to me, "Ayy".

Without hesitation I turn to face him, "Hunh?" I squeak squeezing my fist tighter. Feeling my toes clench and curl in my boots.

"You workin' t'day?"

I froze again having no idea what to do. I could barely think around him, and speaking seemed even more complicated. Why? I can't really explain, I'd say most of it is because I'm terrified that if I don't comply to him that I'll be another body lying in a ditch somewhere. The rest of those nerves and achy feelings are of course because...well he is fun to look at.

I settle for a none to revealing nod, he also replies with a nod. I was dismissed without knowing why in the hell he wanted to know my work schedule. And this underlying fear in knowing that I'd soon find out.

A/N: Short I know I'm sorry, more Billy and longer chapters to come :)