delicate | b.e.

sixteen.

BILLIE
(tw: violence)

All I've been wanting is Fallon.

I fell for my captor.

But how could I not? She's her.

She takes care of me, she's sweet to me and we have a good friendship already.

Her tough guy act only lasts so long.

I know being with her could be so incredibly dangerous, but something about her makes the risk so worth it.

I just wanna be with her.

I don't care about the things she's done. All she's wanted to do is protect me and she's never let me get hurt.

She's always looking out for me.

I just worry what will happen if she kills the people that are after me.

I'm praying for a miracle.

I walk down the stairs and find Fallon in the kitchen. "Hi." I say. "Hi, darling." She replies.

"You think we can do something again tomorrow? I've been bored." I sigh. "I'm busy tomorrow. Sorry, love." Fallon responds. "With what?" I ask. "Stuff." She answers vaguely. "The boys will be with me, so you'll be alone. Don't do outside, don't answer the door, and don't even think about trying to escape."

"Fal, we've already established this trust. I'm not going anywhere." I roll my eyes. "Better not." She smirks. "Dinner's ready, go sit down."

"Yes, ma'am." I nod and do as I'm told.

She comes over with some food and the two of us start eating. "I can't believe Owen and James are together." I say to make conversation.

"Me neither." Fallon chuckles. "I always knew Owen was gay, but not James. It's a little surprising when the boys that are like my younger brothers start dating."

"Wait, how old are you? I never asked." I furrow my brows. "24, almost 25." She answers. "Damn, you're old as hell." I laugh. "You're two years younger than me, dumbass." She rolls her eyes.

"How do you know my age?" I ask. "I do my research. Gotta know what I'm getting into, don't I?" Fallon responds.

"So I got me a cougar?" I smirk. "Don't call me that." She says. "Sorry." I chuckle nervously. She rolls her eyes playfully in response. "So how did you do your research?" I ask her. "I hacked into the medical records system." She shrugs. "Now I know your blood type." She smirks mischievously. "Could be useful for sometime."

"Like what?"

"I'm into knife play."

I stare at her with wide eyes and she starts laughing loudly. "You should've seen your face." Fallon laughs.

"You're so weird." I roll my eyes. "Thank you." She smiles proudly. "Wait, are you... actually into that?" I ask. "'Cause I'm not comfortable w-"

"I'm kidding." She chuckles. "Plus, I'm not fucking you anytime soon."

"Oh, so you want to?" I smirk. "Thought about it once or twice.. or every night." Fallon shrugs shamelessly.

"Oh yeah?"

"Mhm."

"You're such a bitch for not letting me kiss you anymore." I frown. "I could let it slide just this once." She suggests innocently.

I don't waste a second and kiss her softly. I put my hand on her cheek to deepen the kiss and she smirks against my lips. Fallon pulls away and shakes her head. "No more, you're gonna get me going."

"Damn, that was my plan." I sigh. "After tomorrow, you can kiss me all you want." She tells me. "Why?" I question. "So many questions, love. Just be patient." She replies.

"Okay."

FALLON

I just checked on Billie to make sure she's good while sleeping.

It's early in the morning and I found out where those pieces of shit are staying.

I hate to do this but I need to protect my girl.

They're trying to kill her, so I need to kill them first.

"You guys got everything?" I ask the boys as we pull the ski masks over our heads. "Yup." James answers. "Perfect." I reply.

We head out to the van and get in. I start driving us to the place they're staying and park up the block. "Owen, you're gonna need to stay here. When I signal you on your watch, you come up and pick us up. Me and James will go in and get it done." I direct.

"Yes, boss." He nods. "Alright, James, let's go." I say to him.

The two of us get out of the car and run down to where they're at. "There's four. I'll take out two while you take out the other two." I whisper as we get low to the ground to sneak it.

"Okay." He responds.

I creep the door open, making it creak and I mentally curse myself.

"Did you hear that, Lincoln?"

"Fuck." James curses quietly. I give him a warning look to be quiet and he listens.

"Whoever's there better come out now. Amy, get the gun."

I grab the smoke bomb from the bag and throw it, making a big cloud of smoke form.

The two of us run into the room and pull out our guns. Through the fog, I aim for a head as their gun goes off. I shoot two heads, James shooting his gun for the same spot to the other two.

So many bullets are being shot, I don't even know who is who.

Once they're out and the fog clears, I order James to make sure no one else is there while I signal Owen.

I hear the van pull up and the two of us run out to it. We get in and Owen speeds off.

"We did it, we fucking did it, Fal! Billie's safe!"

The rest of their gang was taken out in a shooting a few weeks ago, so it's been those four.

No one else will come after us.

Maybe the police, but we wore gloves, so hopefully, none of our DNA is there.

While Owen and James talk amongst themselves, I notice a sharp pain in my stomach.

I look down to see I'm covered in blood as I pull my hands away.

"Guys...?"