Billy Dunne Novels & Stories

she said. Matt determined she was telling the truth. “What can you tell me about the DJ, Billy?” Barb giggled. “Oh, Sheriff, he’s not a real DJ. When Billy parties, he likes to go all out. Most of the popular DJs know him. He helped us get that guy last night at the last minute. They were old friends.” “How nice of him to do that. If Billy is not a DJ, then what does he do for a living?” “He’s a business consultant from New York. Jodi met him in college and they’ve been long distance friends ever since.”

* * * [A/N] Thanks for reading. Billy has issues, but it looks like he’s Leveling Up in his own way. Who can guess what the plan is?

Heart pounding wildly, I listed as the gorgeous reporter discusses the death of Billy Darbin This is Ellen Woodrow with KPNYC. Sixteen-year-old Billy Darvin was found by his adopted father, Charles Bates, in their New Jersey apartment. According to officials, Billy was stabbed in the ankles, groin, and arms until he bled to death. The police suspect a robbery gone wrong.

He smiled at Billy and walked slowly towards him. “What’s wrong, Bill? Can I help you with something?” he asked his cousin. “I’m a bit short of spare time, I have to go and see Danielle. For Saturday night she has a special date in mind. There is a premiere at the Golden Gate Theater...” "You and I have an unfinished conversation and I think that it's time to put all our cards on the table, Shawn," Billy answered, staring at him with no smile on his face.

His phone was still in his hand, its screen glowing faintly. “Sir,” he began carefully. “You might want to sit for this.” Jeremi frowned. “What is it?” Abram didn’t sit. He just pressed the call icon and put the phone on speaker. “It’s Henry Sullivan, sir ... the acting head while you’re away.” Jeremi crossed his arms. “Go ahead, Henry.” The line crackled, and then Henry’s voice came through , urgent, ragged, the kind of voice that only spoke bad news.

“Don’t get me wrong, I just heard that was something you could try.” “Ah… Jody’s spoken to you.” Billy laughed, knowing that she’d mentioned it a few times to him. Smiling at Donny for a moment before passing over the two plates. “I think you know who gets these. I’ll try it and get back to you if it works.” “Much appreciated. Thanks, I’ll get these out there before they get cold.” Donny headed out into the dining room when Billy’s cellphone rang. “Hello?” “Mr. Jones, this is Detective Fenton from the other day. I hope everything is good for you. But can you tell me where you are?”

Billy however kept his money in his pocket, happy to sit back and direct the action at this point in time, content in the knowledge he could have Sharon whenever he wanted to. “Have you guys ever seen a real naked woman?” Billy asked the other guys. Dougie and Clint both shook their heads. Sharon’s stomach flipped again, immediately knowing exactly where Billy was heading with this. “Would you like to see Sharon here take off the rest of her clothes?” Billy asked them. Tommy sat quietly knowing his questions were directed at the other two. They both nodded without a word, Clint’s eyes darting between Billy and his stepmother, trying to tell if she would suddenly snap and things would go back

I should miss her, Laura and Dane keep asking if I do and they exchange looks of disbelief when I tell them I don't, and maybe at some point I'll feel something other than relief when I think about never seeing her again, but right now, it's all too raw. Billy's getting on better with his Dad, which is good, I think? I'm a little worried since he's got some plan to get his parents back together, seeming to have forgotten that his dad was constantly cheating on his mum and making her miserable, but the last week he's been busy with some drama in his friendship group, so the parent intervention plan has been put on hold.

“Yvette’s been there for you. She knows how to be loyal.” He walked past her without a word, up the stairs, and into his room. Her voice followed him. “She was never one of us, Billy. She was always going to leave.” He never answered. That night, Billy didn’t sleep. Hours passed. The moon rose high. Finally, he grunted and shoved himself out of bed. He stormed off into the night. Less than fifteen minutes later, Yvette’s phone buzzed once. A text message popped up. *’He’s at Club Dune. Drinking alone. Looks rough.’*

Alone” Connor? He wouldn’t…he was a good kid. He called Callan ‘dad’. He knew we loved him. “You are lying!” “Ooh sweetie, I wish I was but that’s the truth. You just can’t trust anyone these days. Me. Billy Duncan. We are cut from the same cloth” “B-Billy?” “Oops! Ooh well you were bound to found out eventually. Callan Asher’s probably dead by now. If he drinks the poisoned whiskey of course”