Bill Cipher Making A Deal Novels & Stories

said Master Luis who seemed to be surprised by the bid-up of Master Sean. “Are you kidding me Luis? This is your market, right? You know the rules. So, keep bidding or else I get the deal.” Wait. Were they fighting over Bess…? Could it be— “Sure, let's keep bidding… Ten Trillion.” Shockers… I was freakin’ out. Gosh, my best friend couldn't afford to pay that back. She’d surely wish to rather die than… “Hundred Trillion.” Holy freakin’ wow. Please just buy me instead!

The kind that actually affects us wolves. “What?” He asks innocently as Onyx saunters up. Bill throws his arm around him and grins at him before he slaps a wad of cash in his hands. Onyx looks confused down at his hands, then his eyes light up in alarm and he looks at me, his face going pale. “You won the bet. Didn’t think you’d have to get in her pants to win, but hopefully it was worth it.” “Tilly…” He looks like he is going to be physically sick as I stumble backwards, trying to get away. He reaches out and catches me, but I yank my arm away as if his touch burns.

Nothing else mattered. “What would you like today?” His gravelly voice rasped, resounding across the large lit room. “Cookies. Make thrice as strong.” William collapsed into one of the large chairs and eyed the dealer cautiously. “Sure, boss. That will be five hundred bucks.” “Why do I feel you are duping each day?” “I sell the best stuff. Isn’t that what matters?” “Yeah, sure. I’ll send it in.” “Now.” “Later. When have I ever owed you, dude? Trust me.”

’ Billy wanted to yell, but his lips felt heavy and unresponsive. “What a gullible fool! He doesn’t even know he and his girl are about to be sold off.” “Hahaha! He doomed himself and the poor girl. All so he could play the hero!” “Looks like the Boss was right. He’s nothing but a naive sucker!” As Billy's eyes involuntarily closed, feelings of betrayal and fear gripped his racing heart. ‘B-but… we had a deal…’ His thoughts trailed off weakly. ‘… I even gave them… a Gold Coin… for their… services…’

“Deal.” . TBC

I glanced at Rachel to see she was staring at me, she quickly looked away and I smiled. “We have to get things ready before the big day and that’s tomorrow evening. Jay Buster, remember the costume I asked you to secure. Have you done that?”. “Yes boss. I called the person in charge.” He replied. “Good...” I got up from my chair,“... that’s all for now. While y’all going silent and Black Ace and Rumbo Jack gets busy with the $50m deal, Billy will have to secure the place.” “That’s fine by me.” Billy said, getting busy with his smoking.

And there it was again — that off-guard sincerity, showing up in places she didn't expect it. "It's fine," she said. "We made a deal." "Right." He nodded, and started eating his lunch. Didn't make a production of leaving. Just... stayed. Nora went back to her food. Across the cafeteria, she could see Maya watching them with an expression of barely suppressed I told you so. She looked away. This was fine. This was a transaction. She was smart and organized and completely in control of this situation, and nothing about Cole Whitaker was going to disrupt the careful order of her life.

“How do you know about the deal?” I could tell that question had been at the tip of his tongue all this while. “I read your lips,’’ I confessed. “Hmm–’’ he sniffed again and I shivered. “You want me to turn down five hundred million dollars for a flimsy hope of you making more? I don’t think so.” “No, I want to make a deal with the devil.” He smiled, and it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. “A deal over a deal? Since you’re so confident, here’s my deal. Make me six billion in six months? That's the only way I won't sell you off.”

Joke's on them - I wasn't going anywhere. "Of course, we can set up a payment plan," the billing specialist chirped, way too perky for someone dropping financial nuclear bombs. Her badge read 'Janet.' "Great." I forced a smile. "I'll definitely handle that." Handle it how? By robbing a bank? Starting an OnlyFans? Selling my organs on the black market? Janet slid the paperwork across the table, her French manicure tapping against the forms. "Just sign here, here, and... here." She pointed to various dotted lines like she gave directions to Disney World instead of financial ruin.

My attention is drawn from the ground to the entryway by a masculine voice, where a hefty man in a uniform stands holding a clipboard. "Oh, hello," Mia says with a purr and her most seductive accent. "We're here for the party." Unluckily for us, it doesn't appear to work on him. He gives me the impression that if we're not on the list, he won't think twice about throwing us back on the streets while grinning darkly.