Okay, first of all i just want to say that i'm sorry this took so long to get up. I was on vacation and then got back home only to promptly get sick. So I've just been sleeping a lot lately and haven't thought about updating on here.

But now here it is: the 15th chapter. Enjoy and review. =)

A Couple Little Surprises
I had to find you,
Tell you I need you,
Tell you a set you apart.
The Scientist' by Coldplay
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"Your mom?" Billy asked from the refrigerator when Natalie's phone vibrated and she promptly clicked the button to ignore it.

"Yeah," Natalie nodded before continuing to type away on her laptop.

She was sitting at the high table in the kitchen with her computer out and some books set out on the tabletop around her.

It had been a few days since Natalie had come to stay at his place and her mom called a couple times each day but Natalie didn't answer. She'd listened to the voicemails her mom left the first few times, so she knew her mom wanted to at least meet her for lunch or something just to see if she was okay. That sounded all well and good but Natalie knew her mom would probably be able to convince her to come back home, and she didn't feel ready to do that yet.

Billy wasn't trying to push her to talk to her mom and hadn't put a time limit on how long she could stay with him, but he knew it bugged her to not talk to her mom. He didn't know what it was like to be close to a parent, so he didn't really know what to say; he'd grown accustomed to a completely dysfunctional family dynamic so he wasn't sure what to say about more normal family spats.

"Alright?" he murmured, cocking his head at her.

"Yeah, she'll be there when I'm ready to talk to her. It's okay," she decided.

"Okay…ready for that study break?" he grinned.

"What study break?"

"The one you're about t' take"

He was eyeing her in a hot way, circling around the table.

"Billy, I'm trying to work…I have to go to Julia's later…"

"Then c'mon with me now; you can study with Logan…" he told her, twisting her chair around.

"Billy…."

"…I've been patient," he whispered against her skin, pushing his hands up from her knees to her thighs.

He had. He'd been pretty great while she had to do studying there at his place; granted, he wasn't around all the time when she was there because he had work to take care of. Still he'd been good about letting her get stuff done, and had even snapped at Baggy and Tommy when they came over to catch part of a hockey game and started pestering her instead, flipping through her books and distracting her with sarcastic questions. Now they, too, let her study mostly in peace if they came over and she was working; she had a research paper due Friday, so she appreciated it.

"You have," she agreed with a smile.

"So c'mon…don't I make it worth your while?" he enticed with a smirk, sliding his hands under her to pick her up off the stool.

She just kissed him; her chance to really protest was over and it wasn't as if she'd wholeheartedly wanted to anyway. He tossed her onto the bed before crawling on top of her. They made quick work of all their clothes and then Billy proceeded to tease her relentlessly, touching her everywhere but where she really wanted him.

"Billy," she practically whimpered, her heart racing.

She wanted to reach up and pull his face down to hers, but he had her hands pinned to either side of her head, fingers laced between hers, and he wasn't letting go. That was all fun and hot, but it would be more so if he'd just get on with it. He'd gotten her worked up only to leave her hanging. She couldn't touch him or urge him on; she knew he was more than ready, too, so she just wanted him to do it already.

"Tell me you want it," he whispered in her ear.

"You know I do," she insisted breathily.

"Hmmm," he sucked on her neck and she groaned.

"Billy, please…" she whispered, tugging her hands in his and tilting her hips towards his to try to feel more of him than he was allowing.

He chuckled and lifted his hips; she relaxed again with a frustrated sigh.

She knew he loved the control, and she was happy to give it to him. He longed to be in control whenever possible, and in bed she'd gotten to the point where she didn't even think twice before letting him have it. He liked seeing her becoming more confident and willing to initiate things with him, but she was starting to get the feeling that one of the reasons he liked it most was because it gave him more to dominate in the end.

She didn't care, she was happy to have him lead…except for right now. She could admit that it was hot, the anticipation building, but her body wanted him now.

"Please what?" he asked lowly.

"You know what," she breathed. "…shit, I want you so much it hurts," she breathed, the ache in her swelling as he settled himself properly between her legs.

A sort of growl emanated from Billy's throat, and in a different situation Natalie would've blushed at such a bold confession but she couldn't help it. Her legs were shaking and feeling Billy's bare skin against hers while he ducked to suck on her throat sent a shiver down her spine.

"No one else sees you like this…or feels you like this," he murmured, biting her soft skin.

She shook her head quickly to assure him this was true and pleaded with her eyes for him to continue when he propped himself up again.

"I don't even want anybody else. You know that's never fuckin' happened before…"

She nodded and didn't move even when he freed one of her hands to trace her lips. She didn't want to distract him from whatever he was saying; he seemed to have adopted a more serious demeanor about their relationship since she'd come to stay with him. Maybe her staying there hit it home for him again that they were for real... she didn't know.

"You're mine," he told her quietly, brushing his thumb over her bottom lip before sliding his hand around to the back of her neck.

"Of course I am," she confirmed, wrapping her free arm around his neck to meet him in a kiss just as he entered her in one strong movement.

Maybe he'd intended to play that out a little longer... he wasn't sure and he didn't care. He couldn't stop himself after that, thinking about her as his and only his and having her confirm it. He hadn't said it back, wasn't sure if he'd have been able to actually vocalize it, but part of him recognized that if he accepted her as his then he was essentially hers, too. She had him, even if he didn't like to think about it, and he was sure she knew it. She had him in a way he'd never allowed before.

Natalie knew they wouldn't talk about those words again, not really. They'd been saying some passionate things lately, especially there in the privacy of his room in the perceived safety of the sheets they curled up in, and though they were serious about them they didn't discuss their conversations casually later while moseying around the apartment. For all of his confidences, Billy just wasn't comfortable talking about deep or private issues very often; at least the bedroom consistently provided a physical intimacy to coincide with the emotional intimacy, to mask it a little.

Billy slowly rolled onto his back once Natalie lowered her legs from around him, sighing deeply.

"I was thinking about what you said," Natalie began after they'd been there laying for a while. "I mean about how you've been patient while I'm working," she clarified when he arranged his face into an impassive look. "And you really have…so I just wanted to say thanks."

"Eh, you'd just get cranky if ya didn't get shit done," he shrugged. "Or you'd hide away in that library and I'd never see ya."

"Fair enough," she laughed. "But it's been really nice to know I can be here and still do what I have to do…low stress."

He rolled his head over to look at her and the corner of his mouth twitched into a sort of smile before he nodded.

"Ugh, now I don't want to go work on my paper," she groaned, rolling over to hide her face in his side.

"Sounds like you have to," he chuckled, rubbing her bare back lightly.

"Shut up"

She nipped his side without warning, causing him to jerk away slightly in surprise and she laughed as she rolled out of bed.

"Just keep laughin' while you're workin'…I'll be in here resting," he rubbed it in, tucking his hands behind his head comfortably, watching her get dressed.

"You could get up and come to watch Logan with me later while Julia runs errands …." Natalie suggested, buttoning her jeans.

"I doubt she'd like that," Billy snorted; they'd come face to face once and he knew he'd made her really nervous, and even if she was trying to be supportive of Natalie he was pretty certain she didn't approve.

"Logan would"

"Cuz I live to please him," Billy scoffed, rolling his eyes sarcastically.

"Aw, he just doesn't have a lot of men in his life," Natalie chuckled, defending his idolization of Billy before picking up her shirt and pulling it over her head on the way out.

Billy watched her go and groaned once she slipped away out of site, rolling over to grab her pillow and bury his face in it. It smelled like her and he used it whenever he crashed and she wasn't around. He only stayed in bed for a short while though before hauling himself up and retrieving his clothes to walk out in his jeans and a white beater.

"You look sexy when you're working all hard and getting all frustrated," Billy announced to her, leaning on the table.

She looked up and smiled, shaking her head a little before looking back to her book and flipping around for the page she wanted.

"I'm serious," Billy repeated before looking for something to eat; true to her initial intensions, Natalie had gone and gotten some groceries with Paige's help to stock up the place on edible food.

"Well thanks"

Billy eventually found something and ate at the table with the newspaper out, scanning headlines for anything interesting or anything that seemed like he should know. He cast a few glances at Natalie.

He'd meant it; it was a kind of sexy when she got all business-like and serious to get her work done. He had decided he didn't mind that she was in school, technically making her smarter than him. He was well aware that there were different kinds of smart.

Natalie was off to Julia's about an hour later to watch Logan while Julia ran some errands that she didn't want to have to make Logan tag-along to. She was there the next afternoon after her classes, too, but that was just because she wanted to visit with Julia for a while.

"…well, I know why you're really here," Julie sighed after a little while and Logan had scurried off because the excitement over Natalie's arrival had worn off.

"Hmm?"

"I bought them this morning," Julie announced, grabbing a bag from the cupboard.

She pulled out a small box and Natalie recognized immediately that it was a pregnancy test. She just stared at it for a second, blinking rapidly.

"You told me a on the phone you were late, and I figured you'd need a nudge in the right direction to actually get tested. I know I was nervous when I was pregnant with Logan; I waited weeks before I finally drug myself to the store. I think initial denial is normal because it's overwhelming unless you were specifically trying" Julie explained understandingly.

Natalie had been in denial for the day or two, completely ignoring the fact that her period was a day late…then two, and then three. She'd done a pretty good job of acting as though it just wasn't happening…

"But Jules, I got it already and it's done….I told you about that almost two weeks ago," Natalie chuckled.

"Oh my gosh! Jeeze, I've been worrying for you for that long; why didn't you tell me!" Julia exclaimed, tossing the box away.

"I guess I forgot I told you…I was just so relieved myself that I didn't think about much else. I'm so sorry; you should've said something."

"Ugh…well there's a weight off my shoulders; shit"

"Bad word!" Logan giggled, overhearing from the next room.

"Sorry bud!" Julie shouted out to him. "I can't believe this whole time I thought you might be…well, knocked up by Billy Darley," she grinned to put it bluntly.

"Yeah I was freaking out too there for a while…" Natalie smiled weakly; it hadn't been funny at the time when she actually sat and thought about it and didn't actively push it aside.

"…you do use protection, right?" Julie sighed, resting her hip on the kitchen counter since Natalie had settled herself there to eat a late lunch.

"Yeah; I'm on the pill and we use condoms … …mostly"

"Mostly? That means….?"

"We do most of the time…I mean almost always," Natalie cringed.

"Ahh, oh-no," Julie laughed, though it wasn't with humor. "What were you thinking, Nat, c'mon…" she groaned.

"I just…I mean there's been a few times when we just…didn't…"

Natalie could think of two or three times they got so caught up in a passionate moment that they didn't stop to care about whether or not they had condoms.

"So there was a really real possibility you were pregnant, Nat….wow…"

Natalie sighed and tapped her fork on her plate in an unsettled way; she didn't really want to talk about it because she'd never taken the time to think of what she'd have done if she had indeed been pregnant. How would she have told Billy? What would they have done? She didn't want an abortion, but what if he hadn't wanted it? What would she have done then? Even if he had been prepared to keep it, how would they have gone about that….?

"Yeah…whoa," Natalie nodded in agreement.

"Did you tell Billy about it at all?'

"No," Natalie shook her head quickly.

They sat there silently for a little while and the only sound was of Logan playing in the room over, prattling on with his toys with whatever imaginary game he was playing.

"…what do you think Connor would think?" Natalie asked, eyes on her half-eaten lunch in front of her.

"Of Billy?…he'd probably go out to find him and kick his ass," Julia laughed at the visual.

It was almost absurd to think of someone purposefully picking a fight with Billy, but Natalie knew she was right. Connor had never been scared of anything and he'd always been fiercely protective, especially when it came to Natalie and guys.

"But, Nat, he'd do that with any guy…you know that," Julia reminded her.

"But what would he think of Billy…of me being with him…"

"Well….you're happy aren't you?" Julie asked after a moment; she didn't understand the pair but she was trying.

"Yeah…"

"And he protects you?"

"Yeah…"

"Well, then what more could Connor really have wanted for you in the long run?" Julie shrugged.

She knew this wasn't completely true. She knew Connor would have a hell of a lot to say; he'd curse up a storm at the very least and he'd rave about it any chance he got. She knew Natalie knew it, too.

"He'd hate it," Natalie slumped in her chair.

"…he'd hate you with anyone less than a safe trust-fund boy," Julie rolled her eyes. "And he'd be a hypocrite because that's not what he was. We both know that."

"Yeah…"

"Nat, what's wrong?"

"…I don't know; I'm just feeling overwhelmed sometimes…like, conflicted. I don't like what's up with my parents but I can't do what I know they want; I lo- things are great with Billy and I'm not going to just walk away because they want me to…"

"Have you talked to your mom?" Julia checked again, letting her head tilt sympathetically.

"…no."

"Well just call her, Natalie," Julia pushed her. "You can always hang up if you don't like what she has to say, but I think you will. She just wants to know that you're okay; I think you might be building it up worse than it is."

"Oh, I think it's plenty bad…"

"With your dad, sure, but your mom is more reasonable…ya know, like always"

They both chuckled a little at that.

"I guess you're probably right…."

Natalie hung around for a few hours before heading back to the apartment and when she got to her car she dialed her mom, though her fingers were hesitant. Her mom had answered immediately and Natalie could just picture her snatching it up as soon as she'd read the caller ID.

"Are you okay?…I've been so worried," her mother sighed into the receiver once they'd greeted each other.

"Yeah, of course I'm okay; it's not like I'm living on the streets. Geeze," Natalie tried to laugh to lighten things up.

"…are you staying with him, then? This Billy? Julia said you weren't living with her, but I told your dad maybe you were staying with Paige…"

"I'm staying somewhere, mom; I don't want to talk about it," Natalie decided; the last thing she wanted was her dad to show up or something.

"Natalie, you can tell me…"

"Mom…"

"Okay, okay, never mind," her mom backtracked quickly. "I just want to talk to you…it's been days…"

"I know," Natalie sighed, pulling out onto the street. "I just needed time to calm down after the other night; I think we all did. And I didn't want to meet you to eat because I don't want you to talk me into coming back, not yet."

"…you don't want to come back?"

"Not right now. Everyone's too emotional about it and I honestly don't see us agreeing…"

"You really can't be surprised; obviously you expected it or you wouldn't have hidden it"

"That doesn't mean I'm wrong," Natalie defied.

"…not necessarily, but are you sure you're right? Natalie, you know who he is…"

"Yeah, I do; do you? I'm pretty sure I was taught not to judge people that I didn't know," Natalie reasoned sarcastically.

"I think this is a little different, don't you?"

"It's not like I meant for this to happen, I didn't plan it…sorry it doesn't fit in with whatever white-collar dreams you had…"

"That has nothing to do with it…I'm scared for you. This man is dangerous, that's just plain as day…."

"Mom, don't…"

"I just want to understand, Natalie. I know you're not stupid, so I know you have to have reasons…"

"… …I just can't help the way I feel," Natalie answered slowly, navigating traffic. "I just…I can't explain to you. You're not going to understand anyway - not just you," she added to be nice.

"…so you're safe?" her mom asked, voice cracking.

"Yes, of course," Natalie promised, hoping she sounded reassuring.

"Because all I can think about is who he is and the things he's done…say he is whoever you want, Natalie, but his record speaks for itself…I've been so worried…"

"I'm sorry I haven't picked up your calls…"

"Well I'm glad you called today…I'll tell your dad you called"

Natalie was silent, then; she was pretty sure she didn't want to talk about her dad.

"Natalie, are you there?"

"Yeah, sorry; I was just driving," she half-fibbed.

"Okay….you know, he's been worried about you, too"

"I figured…"

"He's sorry for overreacting"

"Did he say that?" Natalie frowned at the car in front of her, as if this was its fault.

"…not in so many words but you know he is… … …. are you still there?"

"Mmmhmm"

"You do know he's sorry for hitting you, don't you?"

Natalie shrugged but then remembered her mom couldn't see that.

"I don't know what I think right now…"

"Oh, honey, if that's why you're not coming back…"

"It's not like I think he's going to hit me again, really, I just don't want to fight about it. That's not the only thing he did wrong, mom; he invaded my privacy and it's weird. In fact, I'm not all that convinced there's still not some guy following me for him. Dad didn't have any right to do that; I meant that when I said it."

Never before had Natalie lectured one of her parents. Either this situation had just pushed her a little too far or Billy's confidence, and perhaps bossiness, was rubbing off on her.

"He was only worried," her mom tried to defend him, wanting to present a solid parental front.

"That's now how you worry about someone; he never tried to talk to me again after that day Detective Wallace came…"

"Would you honestly have told him anything? Honestly, when I think about everything you've kept from us…I can't believe you think what you're doing is right. Why would you hide it if it was?"

"Just because you don't understand doesn't make it wrong; you're approval doesn't always dictate what's right or not," Natalie told her, frustrated. "I really don't want to have this argument with you; how can you be surprised I don't want to come home?"

"This conversation has to happen eventually, doesn't it?"

Natalie just sighed; she knew that was true. She'd known it would have to come sooner or later; probably had from the very beginning of everything with Billy. At first there had been the chance it would fizzle out and wouldn't be anything, but once it only kept escalating…she knew something would come of it with her parents eventually.

"I know that….it's just that I also know we'll never agree," Natalie pointed out, raising a hand to wave at Billy and Bodie, who were outside the apartment talking; the heavy conversation had lasted the whole ride back.

"We care about you; we only want to make sure you're doing what's best for yourself. I know you're young and can have as many menial flings as you want but you have to be smart about it…"

"Menial fling….great…."

"Well is it more than that?…do you love this guy, Natalie…"

"….I don't know," Natalie said quietly, watching as Billy and Bodie rounded the corner of the apartment to see what was taking her so long. "Look, I kind of have to get going…"

"Please don't," her mom sighed. "I know this hasn't been the best talk, but I want to try to understand.

"I know you do," Natalie nodded to no one again; her mom always tried to understand and be empathetic but apparently this was one situation where it wasn't really working.

"I want to see you…" her mom told her again.

Natalie bit her lip. It wasn't that she didn't want to see her mom - they'd always been close - but she didn't want to argue face to face. She didn't want to see her mom fretting over her or see disappointment in her eyes when Billy came up because of course he inevitably would.

"I don't know," Natalie repeated herself again softly, eyes watering as she watched Billy approach the car.

"Why not? Natalie, you know I love you … ..if you don't want me to ask you to come home, then I won't. Well…okay, I'll try my very best not to push that subject, I promise," she edited, since she wasn't positive she wouldn't mention it because she did want Natalie back at the house.

Natalie sniffed and wiped at her eyes quickly when Billy was getting close enough that he'd see she was tearing up .

"Are you crying?…honey, what's wrong?"

"…I just know you're disappointed in me and…I don't know. I really wish I knew how to make you understand…"

She turned away when Billy ducked to peak through the window to see just what she was doing, but when she heard him grab the door handle, she knew he'd realized she was crying…or going to cry…she wasn't sure if she was going to or not.

"Oh, sweetie…I'm worried about you and confused and concerned….I don't know if I'm disappointed. Sad that you had to lie to us, but…it doesn't matter. I still love you; I just want to see that you're okay, to know you're okay and spend some time with you…"

"Who the hell's that? What's wrong?" Billy scowled, squatting down in the now-open doorway; he reached for the phone to see the ID.

"Stop, it's my mom," Natalie hissed, swatting his hand away.

He nodded slowly in understanding but didn't leave, just stayed there where he was to watch what happened.

"…was that him?" her mom asked, having heard a male's voice.

"Yes…"

Jennifer contemplated that, mildly-impressed that the first words she'd heard from this drug-dealing, gun-toting delinquent were words of concern for her daughter. Still, that didn't skew the facts.

"So you have to go…"

"I probably should, yeah….I have to finally finish a paper and stuff; if I send it to you will you read through it for little mistakes or something?" Natalie asked, offering a lifeline or normalcy, since she often had one of her parents skim through her papers for little errors.

"Of course," Jennifer accepted. "Am I going to see you soon?"

"….umm, I don't know. I'll call you tomorrow or this weekend, though."

"Alright….I love you"

"I love you too… ….tell dad I said hi, I guess," she added, as not to completely leave him out.

"He loves you"

"I know"

Surely, though, he put his job first sometimes; still, that wasn't a conversation they had to have then…or ever.

"Bye"

Natalie hung up and turned to Billy with a small shrug and a small smile.

"How'd that go?" he raised a skeptical eyebrow.

"Well, it went," she answered simply. "No, it was okay…she's just worried."

She took a deep breath to calm herself because, really, it could've gone a whole lot worse.

"She afraid I'm gonna eat her only daughter for breakfast," he smirked.

"Kind of, yeah," Natalie told him honestly, twisting to grab her bag from the other seat.

Billy found amusement in that but knew he shouldn't outright laugh about it in her face, so he just straightened up and stepped aside to let her get out.

"You're okay then?"

"Yeah it went better than I was afraid it would…"

"Going to meet up with her?"

"I don't know…maybe next week"

Billy nodded; he was alright with that. When they met up with Bodie the conversation was over and they talked for a few minutes before he took off to his own place.

"You have to finish that damn paper right now?"

"Sometime this evening; it won't take long…"

"So that's a no on the 'right now' part," Billy grinned happily, grabbing her around the waist and falling onto the couch with her.

After some time, Natalie's shirt was off and Billy was going for her pants next.

"Wait," she grabbed his hands. "Umm…aren't we out of condoms?" she asked hesitantly.

"….yeah," he nodded after he thought about it. "I'll get some later, who cares?" he shrugged, getting back to work.

Natalie cringed and grabbed his hands again to push them away from her jeans zipper.

"What the hell? We've done it before and it ain't like your pregnant," he groaned.

He must've seen some kind of look pass across her face that caught his attention because he straightened immediately.

"…it ain't like you're pregnant," he repeated.

"No, no, definitely not," Natalie responded appropriately this time. "But I maybe sort of had a little scare, so…condoms are good."

"Maybe sortta?" Billy repeated with a frown. "Aren't you on the damn pill?" he asked, flustered.

"Yeah, but I was late…."

"Ya didn't fuckin' tell me that…"

"I didn't want to scare you if I didn't know…look, I'm not pregnant, I promise. But today I got the "what the hell, use protection" lecture from Julia and now it's in my head and I'm nervous," Natalie explained, twisting to get off his lap since the mood was clearly ruined.

"….so why the hell were you late?"

"I don't know," Natalie scoffed, turning her hands up in innocence because she definitely hadn't planned it that way.

Billy shook his head and calmed his heart, which had skipped a beat when he saw the look of awkwardness pass across Natalie's face at the first mention of pregnancy. He was pretty sure he couldn't handle that shit right now. For a moment he harbored the vague thought that Natalie would probably be a good mother, but he imediately dismissed the mental vision; she wasn't pregnant so there was no reason to think about what they would've had to face if she was.

He found it easier to change his focus when she got down on her knees between his legs and slowly took care of him, no condom needed.

"Uh-uh, don't start that shit yet," Billy scolded a short time after she'd finished and they were both getting back to shit around the apartment; he saw her going for her school work and grabbed his keys, pointing to the door.

"We're leaving?"

"Getting condoms; that stopping halfway into it shit ain't happening again- I wanna be able to do whatever I want with you whenever I want. C'mon, get moving; I'll get ya dinner while we're out"

Successfully bribed, Natalie grabbed her coat and followed him down the stairs. She felt confident she'd have time to get back and finish and still e-mail her mom a copy before it was even late.

"Hey, Billy. Hey man…"

They got out of the building to the sidewalk and were stopped when Billy heard his name and turned around. Natalie turned, too, to find a young man holding up a hand to have Billy wait up as he jogged over. The man was older than her…maybe a year or two older than Billy, even, but there was no way he could even be thirty yet, and what surprised her most was that he was dressed in a nice clean suite with perfectly kempt hair - he didn't look like he belonged.

"The fuck are you doin' here?" Billy narrowed his eyes.

"I just need something, man; you know"

"Well what're you doin' here? Get the fuck over to Heco and get whatever you need," Billy spat.

"Aw, come on; you know I don't like that guy," the dark haired man shook his head in an annoyed way.

"Yeah, well, that's who ya get t'day - you'll fuckin' survive. C'mon," he nodded to Natalie to keep going.

"What the hell, you're gonna turn your back on a paying customer? You're gonna make me go elsewhere?"

Billy scowled and whipped around, covering the feet between him and the man easily before slamming him against the brick of the building.

"The fuck did you just say to me?"

"I'm just saying, if you're turning me away -" he shrugged.

"I'm not turning your ass away, I'm telling you to go to Heco. If you're needin' something and it ain't our regular time, you fuckin' call me ahead of time or you go to who I tell you. You don't show up when I'm in the middle of somethin' else and think ya run the fuckin' show. You hear me?"

"Right…who's the girl?" the man nodded at Natalie, who was standing there watching the altercation in surprise.

"She's none of your damned business, that's what she is," Billy growled, tightening his fist around the collar of the man's shirt. "Now take your ass over to see Heco or wait; I don't wanna see you 'round here again without a call first. Got that?"

"Sure, Billy; I didn't mean to piss you off. Just calm down."

Billy glared at him a moment longer before shoving him away and watched him straighten his suit jacket before sauntering back to his car. He shook his head at the other man's stupidity before rejoining Natalie to lead her to his car.

"Who was that?"

"Nobody"

"Well what'd he want?"

"What do ya think he wanted?"

"….drugs?"

"You sound surprised," Billy sneered. "What, you think the only addicts are junkies on the streets or livin' on my side of town?"

"Well, no…but I guess I am surprised," she admitted.

"Yeah, you'd really be surprised if you knew how many suits have illegal shit, either using or helping peddle it around to their office buddies," Billy chuckled at her naivety.

"Hmmm," Natalie took that in thoughtfully, looking over her shoulder to find that the man had yet to get in his car; he was standing at the door watching them go.

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