Billy The Butcher Novels & Stories

This was bad—he didn't remember me at all. Billy was the grandson of Patrick Newman, the butler at the Greven residence. When we were kids, we played together. As he grew up, however, he squandered his time on gambling, drinking, and partying. His father sent him abroad, and we hadn't seen each other since. He must've only returned recently, completely unaware of what had happened in the past. Seeing me in a mess, Norris finally stepped in. "Billy, is it? Don't ruin her face, please. I'm sure Mr. Greven likes her because of her looks…"

It was mostly his friends who did the physical bullying, but sometimes Steve would intervene and stop them. He wasn't really a bad boy, just a teenager like me. Suddenly, Maggie interrupted us with a serious expression on her face. "Listen guys, I have to tell you something," she said, and we stopped to listen. "I found out who hurt you," she said, worry etched on her face. "It was Russia's most powerful mafia king, Sebastian Federico. His men are the ones who hurt you both." "You've got to be kidding me!" I exclaimed, unable to believe what I was hearing.

The butcher was stupefied. What the hell?! Frank was already a tough nut, but there were even more martial elites?! Nonetheless, the restaurant owner strode up, kicking the butcher viciously. "Do you get who I am now?" "You son of a bitch!" the butcher snapped, having never felt this humiliated before. "Kill me if you can, or I'll make sure to kill you once I make it big!" The restaurant owner simply slapped him across the face. "Still yapping now?! I'm giving it to you straight—I have plenty of friends in high places, and I might just really kill you if you mess with me again."

He asked. "Does this look edible to you?!" I said referring to the still boiling weird colored mush. "How can you still make something that is supposed to be warm, boil-like that?!" I yelled, then sighed in defeat. "Billy, it surprises me how you can achieve the impossible sometimes. You make me fear for humanity more than I already do." I said. He growled and then punched me in the stomach. My mouth opened as I coughed, and Billy took this to his advantage and shoved the spoon full of death down my throat. Right when I was about to cough it out, he clamped his hands roughly on my mouth and nose, preventing me to breathe.

It is early morning; Xavien did his awful naked walk to go fetch the paper while I am having the breakfast that Billy was so kind to have made. This morning we are going to look at another ranch nearby. Xavien says that there is no way that he will kick Billy out. This is what makes me love this man so much. Now not only has Billy has terrible taste in clothes, but he also cannot cook either. I can knock the cat sitting at the door completely unconscious with this thing. Let me not even start with this egg, if you can even call it that. This is the worst breakfast I have ever had in my life.

Impossible, he's just a shop trader. . Billy➡ Even a madman can be a rapist! The man is a crook, he's the one distributing it. . Zombie ➡ How did you know this? . Billy➡ I have my ways, Can't wait to get that bounty! . Johnson ➡ Look o, be careful, its dangerous. . Zombie ➡ Yeah man, you know what happened to your friend? . Billy ➡ Don't worry, I'll be okay! .

Obliging, Colton sparked up, squinting as the flame stung his eyes. Billy Hudgins had been a helluva boxer; a menacing block of concrete with a ferocious jab and an ability to withstand even the fiercest of punches, but his physical days were long gone. Chain-smoking and a dependency on fast food had left him breathless and overweight, although his jab was still just as powerful. Colton had learned that the hard way. “How long is that fucking girl going to be following me around?” Billy snorted, smoke pooling from his nose like a goddamn dragon. “Until I find a suitable job for her. She’s not a trained boxer, got no fightin’ experience-”

"Anders got him away from the door and into the yard. They are arguing and Billy is very upset. He keeps wagging his finger at Anders. Man, his face is beet red. If he doesn't calm down, he'll take a heart attack." "Yeah, well. After what he allowed that mob to do to you, I have little to no sympathy for Billy. I have only met him a few times now, as he sat on the other side of the interview table and let me tell you, he was a bastard." "Damn it, Drake. Before the incident, he was the nicest man on earth, but I cannot be friends with this jerk. Not the way he is behaving now. No way in hell!"

“Did you even listen to yourself? A random stable boy suddenly appears right after the former one disappears and you don’t find that suspicious?” “The butler vetted him.” “The butler can be fooled!” Henry’s expression hardened. “You are beginning to sound paranoid.” Paranoid? That word hit me harder than it should have. “You still don't see what I've been seeing,” I muttered. Henry sighed again before rubbing his temple. “Billy told me he comes from a small countryside town.” “That’s obviously a lie.” “He spoke about his family with sincerity.” “And you think he can't make up sob stories?”

The biggest of be biggest. I knew my hard work would pay off even more as I built my way to help top but Deluxe Conglomerates. That was skyrocketing miles above my normal efforts. But I couldn't let my excitement be so obvious. It was fishy that they would suddenly show up at my office without prior contact or information. Not just that, but they were also a really close partner of the Hall's Empire—Ashton's empire. "Ma'am, are you there, please?" I clicked my tongue, snapping our of my thoughts. "Yeah. I am. Bring them in."