Billy The Butcher Novels & Stories

Louis led his men in a rampage, smashing everything they saw and hacking at every box in sight. "Darryl Bishop! Get out here and die!" But instead of me, a nearly seven-foot-tall bald brute appeared, his face especially fierce. This bald brute was infamously known as "The Butcher" in the neighborhood—extremely short-tempered and brutally ruthless. A few days ago, I had deliberately rented this storefront to him at a bargain price, letting him use it as a temporary warehouse for storing his goods. Now, The Butcher stood there, staring at the shattered goods strewn across the floor, his face twitching violently.

He glanced up and smiled when he saw her. “Oh,” he said easily. “You’re awake. Right on time. I made food.” Aurora didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Just stared at him, her mind struggling to reconcile the calmness of the scene with the reality of what he had done. “Don’t just stand there,” Billy continued, gesturing toward the table. “Come eat.” She blinked. Then blinked again. “Are you out of your fucking mind?” she demanded. Billy laughed softly. “Well… people do say I’m crazy. So I guess, yeah. I am.”

Billy letting the others have a moment to take in the incredible sight of his stepmother before he sent her off to get them all another beer, even though their current one’s had been barely touched. “This is the best Billy!” said Clint, “you fucking rule man!” “Hell yeah!” agreed Dougie. “How would you like her to suck your cock?” Billy asked them. After seeing Billy’s hot stepmother strip off and let them play with her tits, Dougie and Clint thought that nothing could surprise them again. They were wrong. “You’re shitting us?” Clint said in disbelief, although everything he had seen so far suggested that Billy was deadly serious. “How would you like to fuck her?” Billy asked.

He grimaces. My lips twitch with disgust; how did Ezra even begin to hang out with this kind of people? A sharp blow tears through my lips, and the taste of metal floods through my mouth; the rest of the gang joins in the attack. I can't hold back the scream when I feel a hot burning sensation on my neck. John is laughing as he presses his lit cigarette against my flesh. "Consider this a reminder to you, if you can't provide the money by tomorrow evening, both you and your brother will be dead meat!"

GIGI'S POV As I staggered through the bush, my stomach grumbled in protest. The hunger pains were relentless, like tiny knives that never stopped twisting and turning in my gut. But I had to keep moving and keep fighting. Because in this wild, dangerous place, there were only two options: kill or be killed.

The butcher followed and immediately transformed while everyone else watched from inside the house. The fight commenced as the butcher bounced on Raul and made to take his head off his body. Tom and the governor gasped in anxiety hoping that Raul would win the fight. Raul was really struggling with the butcher. Then, he realized that his strength was weakening as Balaam had warned. With his last strength, he beat the butcher and tore half his face. The butcher returned to his human form and pleaded with Raul to spare his life. Raul was panting as he returned to his human form. Balaam clapped his hands to congratulate him.

Ashton accepts the offer by giving the man a small nod at the same time that the young man breaks the hug with me. “Have a seat, please,” The guy tells us, and we do just that. “I’m Billy, and I live here in this cabin with my family.” Billy’s father returns with proper clothes for Ashton and hands them to him. As Ashton takes off his ragged clothes so he can wear the new clothes brought, I get distracted for a few seconds by how perfect his body is. His abs are a work of art, and should be shown at art shows! “We were attacked last night by armed robbers,” Billy continues his story, and I peel my eyes off Ashton’s hot body. “They were people that we knew and were about to take all that we h

She continued, seeing the look of confusion on Ava's face. "You mean like the mafia?" Ava tried but failed to keep her hands at bay, as she stared at them with wide eyes. What are the odds she'd go from an abusive husband to the freaking mafia. "He's not a part, but surely you must know he's not an ordinary businessman," Vanessa added, trying to quell her worries. "I am aware, I just didn't count the mafia as one of them," Ava's voiced, smiling sheepishly.

There's some shit that these people do that I can never wrap my head around, but one thing I know, if a seller has a buyer lined up, then there were talks of a deal. I walked outside, where some of the men were still milling around, no doubt talking about what just happened with Sam. I saw the only Billy in the group that I'd met so far. A middle-aged beer gutted man with a dirty grey and brown beard who looked like he hadn't seen the inside of a shower in ages. I knew from the way he reacted when I called out his name and started walking towards him that he knew precisely why I was coming after him. His eyes jumped around like a cornered rat looking for an escape. There is none.

"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."