Billy Butcher Novels & Stories

His buddy Billy must have noticed my seething rage because he cut me off way before I could say ‘fuck playing nice to hell’ and really showed Brad just how good of a shot I was. “Let the interrogation rest Frank. You are starting to sound like my wife Joey. All I want is a good drink with old friends and new… and some fucking meat” “Meat you didn’t even season”, the forty-year-old who had been manning the grill like a sentinel said putting the tongs down unceremoniously. “Seasoned not seasoned, no one will tell a difference”, Billy said. “I will”, I said, my mug half empty.

Billy enters the Bar and Grill going towards the back where he sits down at the hidden table. He briefly looked at his watch waiting. He still feels numb with the information he had received from his wife. The mistakes he made now has to be paid by his only child. “Hello,” Drunk Johnny sits down across from him. “Who are you?” Billy was in no mood for conversation. “I could be a friend,” Johnny looked at the man who somehow seemed different today. “You look like a man who heard bad news.” He observed.

He stepped back so fast he nearly missed the stair. And before anyone could recover— Tommy walked out of the kitchen holding a chicken wing between his teeth. He stopped when he saw us. Looked at Serena. Looked at me. Slowly pulled the chicken wing out of his mouth. “Why did nobody tell me they were already here?” Tyler was laughing too hard to speak. Tommy looked down at himself. Gym shorts. No shirt. Sauce on one hand. “Oh come on.” That did it. Serena laughed first.

“Dang, Jacey. That’s a lot of zeros.” “Don’t worry about Billy,” Officer Alexander went on kindly when the blood drained from my face. “He wouldn’t even know what to do with a hundred-million dollars. If he wanted to be rich, all he’d have to do is sell his farm to developers.” “They haven’t offered me a hundred mil, but I’d be plenty comfortable, I can tell you that,” Billy said. “But I like my life the way it is.” Huffing and puffing began to fill the air, and Billy and Officer Alexander looked off to the side. “Horace, you fat bastard. You finally made it,” Officer Alexander joked.

The story about Billy killing the pup - it doesn't add up. This is because there's a crucial piece of information that Marcus is unaware of. Billy's descent from a proud Gamma and Head Warrior to a miserable alcoholic wasn't solely due to losing his mate. He had also lost his own pup. How could someone driven to madness by the loss of their child ever bring themselves to harm another? Wasn't it Billy's love for children that led him to take the miserable, young Diana under his wing despite his own struggles? The pieces of the puzzle start to fall into place, revealing a sinister picture. There's undoubtedly a conspiracy at play here.

"Finally! I can finally catch a whiff of your scent, you fatso." Sure enough, Billy was sprawled on the couch watching TV. Upon hearing Felix's voice, he yawned without even looking over. "Well, it's about time you showed up," Billy grumbled. "Come on, take me out for some food. Do you know how hard it is to track you down?" Felix could not help but smile. No matter how mysterious Billy was, he had proven himself more than reliable. The small flute and the paper figure had helped him more times than he could count.

“Yes... Yes, it's true. Billy has a very bad temper, and it’s hard to approach him. He’s also prone to violence, and he could really hurt someone.” “Billy? Who is he?” Caitlin asked patiently, hoping Zahra would reveal more useful details. Zahra hesitated before speaking. “Billy used to be The Yuncey Family’s old butler. I heard that one day, he suddenly went mad and started attacking people with a knife. But because he once saved the old master, Timothy decided to take him in and house him in the West Garden to take care of him in his final years. No one is allowed to get close to him, to protect everyone’s safety.”

“He said lunch will be ready soon.” I smiled. “Then we should let him cook, right?” She nodded seriously, then ran back toward the living room where the twins were arguing about whose turn it was to choose a cartoon. I walked toward the kitchen, stopping just outside the doorway. Billy stood by the stove, sleeves rolled up, focused and relaxed at the same time. The scent of garlic and butter filled the air. He looked peaceful there, like he belonged in that space, like the kitchen had always been his. For a moment, I just watched him.

He leaned back slightly in his chair, like the tension in his shoulders had eased without him realizing it. “Mr Walker,” Billy cut in smoothly before I could respond, stepping forward with a smile that looked practiced. “I’ve heard a lot about you.” Of course he had. I held his gaze for a second before shaking his hand. His grip was firm, just a little too deliberate. “Jagger is fine,” I said, pulling my hand back. “Right, Jagger,” he replied easily, like we were already on familiar terms. “I’m Billy. Jordan’s brother.”

he said with a wink. “Okay.” “And how many will you be wanting?” “Eight.” The butcher raised his eyebrows. “Eight?” “No, ten.” “Are you having company? Visitors to the town perhaps? We don’t get many of those.” Sally ignored the question. The smile fell from the Butcher’s face, and he went to cut the meat. The smile was back as he laid the cuts on the counter.