Billy Butcher Novels & Stories

"Boss, what's the matter? The fried chicken is amazing! Why aren't you eating?" Billy, munching on a chicken drumstick, gazed at Lana in confusion. Luke discreetly gestured for him to refrain from speaking out of turn. Unfortunately, Billy, oblivious to the subtleties, couldn't grasp the hint. Ignoring Luke and Kelvin's warnings, he blurted out, "Aren't you hungry, Boss? What's going on in that head of yours? Is your brain malfunctioning or something?" Luke and Kelvin exchanged glances, swiftly loaded more food into their plates, and quietly moved to the side to eat.

Billy walked closer to us, his eyes darting from one person to the next. “We were watching a horror movie before you walked in,” I explained. “Which one?” Billy’s lips rose in a smile. The tense look replaced by laugh lines. “The Hills Have Eyes, we watched both of them.” He laughed and sat on the table facing us. “That scared Joe pretty good too. The first one isn’t as bad as the second.” “What’s so funny?” Joe walked into the room and threw Billy a shirt. “They watched your favorite movie,” Billy said between laughs. He pulled the shirt over his head and picked up the bottle of whiskey on the table and gulped down some of it.

"I mean, these pan cakes are so good." "Then, take another one." Billy filled her plate while Gael left the apartment. "Billy, you are working on the case of Gael Greyson right? Can I ask you something?" She asked the man who was about to bite the strawberry. "Is it really a murder?" "These kinds of people either die by some enemy or ...." He paused. "What do you mean by this? Isn't he a business man. Why would...?" Billy chuckled after cutting her in mid. "Business man. Yeah may be."

What the fuck happened to him? Behind him stand some burly men in black suits with stern expressions, surely Bryan Tatum’s bodyguards. They appear rather frustrated, likely having struggled to prevent Caden from barging in—but he managed it anyway. That’s just how much of a pain in the ass he is. As Bryan’s eyes scrutinize Caden, he inquires, “Him?” “Yup. He’s the bully stepbrother I mentioned.” Bryan rises from his seat, extending his hand in a mature handshake. “Hey, man.”

No one noticed Mom leaving except me. She went first to find Billy the Bully. "Hey, Billy. Come over here. You hit Willow before, didn't you? I'm here to reward you!" Billy the Bully lit up at that and ran over without hesitation. The next second, the knife was lodged straight into his chest. Blood splattered across Mom's face. "Billy!" Mama Bully screamed, rushing toward them. "You crazy bitch! I'm going to kill you!"

Beckett stands so quickly his chair scrapes backward. “No fucking way.” I recognize him too. Older now. Different haircut. But the face is unmistakable. The person taking pictures of my humiliation freshman year wasn’t Amber. It wasn’t Bryce. It wasn’t Jamie. It was Tyler. Beckett’s cousin. And suddenly I understand why Jamie thought she was caught in the middle. Because Tyler hadn’t just known about the bullying. He had been there from the beginning.

Mama adds her opinion. “He abused him, Poppy” Moms voice is harsh. “I understand that, Quinn. But he should know everything before he makes a choice. Plus you went to school with Chase too. Something isn’t right about him. The youngest boy is always covered in bruises. I’m sure Axton was a victim too. It doesn’t make it right, by any means. But maybe he deserves a chance to show he can break the cycle” Mama says, voicing her opinion loud and strong.

In came the very man I was doing my damnest not to fantasize about. Mr Blackwood was wearing a black t-shirt that stretched against his taunt chest, and combat pants. He looked absolutely dashing… He was good enough to eat. “Did the pizza come?” Billy turned around before I could stop him. I let out a small groan of dismay. How could I be so obvious? “Oh, Mr Blackwood, here for pizza?” He greeted him cheerfully.

I don’t like to run from confrontation, but Any will do nothing except get me into trouble. I nibble on the chicken sandwich I ordered for lunch, having forgotten to make myself something this morning, and I nearly jump out of my seat when someone sits in front of me. “Excuse me, but… Billy?” I look at the cowboy in front of me and smile. “What are you doing here?” Billy smiles widely like he always does, the easy happiness pushing away my distracted thoughts. “I was in the area for work and came in for lunch,” he says, jerking a thumb at the menu on the wall. “I guess great minds think alike.”

It was rare for her to say something like this! Billy thought he had heard wrong! Charlie had some friends, but of them all, he was closest to Mark and Billy. Now Mark was a married man, and he couldn't go drinking with Charlie every day, so Charlie had to go to Billy. No matter what Billy had done before, at the time, Charlie needed him. Grace poured herself a glass of water. Before she could drink it, the manager of Morgan’s restaurant called, "There may be some problem with the restaurant's ingredients. Many customers have diarrhea. "