Billy Walters Novels & Stories

"You've got the wrong person." Billy scowled. "What? Not enough? Fine. I'll make it 200 bucks. That's my final offer." As he spoke, he reached out to grope Natalie's waist. Suddenly, a bloodcurdling scream tore through the air. "That hurts! Let go! You're going to break it! It's going to snap!" Natalie twisted Billy's wrist into a painful knot before slamming his face into the glass table. "Hurts now, doesn't it? Was I speaking another language before?"

It was around eight pm when I arrived. There was no one except Billy. I felt strange, but I didn't care because I was worried about her. Erickson is unpredictable. This guy once got into jail for using Marijuana. He's always in trouble because of his impulsiveness. He's Billy's first love since we're in high school. They finally broke up when Billy miscarriage their baby. In my memory, Billy was so devastated; every single day, she cried about her loss.

The werewolf hunter was no mere mortal. Billy had to move. With all his remaining strength, he clawed his way up a nearby ladder and out of a trapdoor that led to the roof. “Let him go,” he heard Frank Writeman shout. “We’re here for information, not vengeance.” Billy stumbled over the rooftop. Snow was falling lazily over the city, creating a light dust on everything in sight. Leaping from one rooftop to the next, Billy didn’t stop until he was sure the good doctor hadn’t followed. He hid on the other side of a ventilation shaft and slumped down, pressing his hand against the wound in his belly. His blood continued to gush through his fingers. He’d escaped Dr. Robinson only to bleed to deat

She was there… Billy could feel Stephie’s heartbeat… His woman was there, waiting to be saved from that freak hands. “I’m here, my love… I’m right here… Just breathe and think of me. Don’t let that bastard get under your skin. Hang on, baby! I’m coming to save you,” Billy whispered while looking for the house. The rain was pouring, but he couldn’t care less. After what he saw on that video, after seeing her tied up, blindfolded, and gagged, Billy just snapped. That son of a dick won’t live another second after he's going to put his hands on him.

Billy replied. “Bummer.”

The crowd in the mall erupted in shock. All eyes turned toward me at once. "Oh my god! Who is she? She actually pulled together 100 million dollars in cash this fast!" "Never judge a book by its cover. She looks so ordinary, but she just casually threw out 100 million dollars!" "This has to be fake. I couldn't even collect that much in fake money this quickly." The lead driver was Billy Walters, one of my father's most trusted men. He walked toward me slowly, followed by ten sharply dressed enforcers.

After the events of that fateful night—the night that he witnessed Alicia’s betrayal—Billy only had one thought. … To make Alicia his no matter what. He abandoned his principles and any last shreds of dignity. The self-control that held him back snapped, and now that he was unhinged, he could finally see the light. Billy knew what had to be done. He reached out to Evals Redart, and they both struck a deal. He would lure Alicia to the agreed-upon location, and that was where the deed would take place.

He was out of his depths here. Thomas and William both are close enough to touch the men. Thomas suddenly moved with unbelievable speed grabbing Billy and moved amongst the graves. Before he even could utter a word, he found himself beyond the gates looking inside. He barely noticed Andy running down the street. Billy had lost his balance and landed on the wet ground. He tried looking around but sees nothing. He can still sense something moving around him but his eyes can’t seem to catch whoever. “Why are you back Billy?” William talked behind him. He watches his son scrambling to get onto his feet.

“Miss Castellanos and Gamma Myricks have no alibis. They have no evidence to disprove the charges against them. And their behavior here today only further implicates them.“ They’ve already made their decision; I can see it in their smug expressions, in the way their gazes linger on me like predators circling prey. I glance over to see how Billy is faring. And its not good. He is practically trembling. His fear is palpable, his shoulders slumped and his head bowed. I can see the self-loathing and self-blame in his eyes. He understands that it is because he has such a weakness that it is now being taken advantage of.

"I'm gonna put my papers in a year from now, Richard's been after me to come work for him. I been thinkin' about it." An idea came to me as Walt continued jerking my arm up and down. "Walt, I need for you to do something," I said. He finally stopped pumping my arm. "What's that?" he asked. "Come here," I said. He and I walked to the edge of the building and looked down the street. There, under the streetlight, sat Billy John's car, in the same spot it had been the night before. "See that car down there?" I asked.