Bad Company

Chapter 58: The Queen

"You wanna spend the rest of your life running drugs out of that dive mechanic shop of yours? You're a god damn heat spot just by looking at you," The bearded man with the undercut said, pausing to ash his cigar in the ashtray on the table, "I'm surprised the feds haven't kicked your doors in by now."

"Where's he at with all this?" Billy asked, scratching the side of his neck with one hand, a burning cigarette in the other.

"Who? Charlie?" He laughed, "Where do you think he is with this? Better pay - guaranteed at that - better connections and its out of this fucking shit hole."

"We doin' fine right here," Bodie cut in.

The man laughed in disbelief as he opened the folder in front of him, "Billy Darley, age 28. Did a two-year stint in the big house at the age of 22 for both possession and motive to traffic charges. Bodeaous Wallis, age 30. Also did time for Theft over $5000, possession and failure to appear in court, all at the tender age of 19 god damn years old."

He raised his brows in disbelief and dropped the file down on the table carelessly, "Yeah, I can fuckin' tell how good you all are doing here."

"Ya gotta fuckin' point?" Billy asked holding his arm out to prevent Bodie from jumping up and punching this guy in the face.

"My point? This is the big one, baby! It doesn't get much better than this for us criminals. Unless you get involved with the mafia but let's be honest... The Italians ain't gonna greet you and Bocephus or whatever over here with open arms," he replied, nodding at Bodie.

"Cracker ass bitch, I don't give a fuck what no Italian wop ass KKK motha fuckas think about me, so you? You can just get outta here with that!" Bodie barked.

"Woah woah, calm down. I'm with the fuckin' Mexican cartel, you dumb son of a bitch, I love y'all. The mafia has 50's and 60's mentality, not us. Damn." He sighed in defense.

"Damn rights you do, Fuckin' spic"

"Alright, enough with the race war shit," Billy barked at the two of them.

Bodie narrowed his eyes into a cold hard glare at Rafael and sat back down in his seat. Rafael smirked and placed the cigar back in between his lips and winked at Bodie - taunting him. Billy flicked the ashes from his cigarette into the ashtray and slowly lifted the cigarette back up to his lips, staring at Rafael between squinted eyes.

"Your call, Billy. But word of advice, do it for your kid. You want him in this lifestyle? At least with us you can afford to send him off to some college, maybe he will become a lawyer or some shit. Or, maybe he will grow up here and be just like daddy-o in 18 years." Rafael shrugged, putting out his cigar.

Billy's jaw muscled tightened and his posture stiffened. The last thing he wanted was his son growing up and having this as a lifestyle. He especially didn't want his son to grow up to be just like himself. But, that being said, Billy knew that the man before him could pull through with everything that he's promising. This could be Billy's chance to leave the slums of inner city Boston, make way more cash than he does now, and give Shaun better than what he had growing up.

Overall, Rafael's lifestyle was one that Billy himself secretly envied. Rafael was Billy's age but was light years ahead of him and anyone he knew - financially, anyway. This was an offer that Billy couldn't refuse, even though he wanted to.

"Good ol' fuckin' Four Roses," The sound of Kori's voice awoke Billy from his thoughts.

"What's she doin' here?" Bodie hissed, glaring at Rafael.

"Charlie couldn't make it, and nice to fuckin' see you too, Bodie." Kori hissed, plopping down in an empty chair. She glanced over at Billy for a brief second before looking away, "Hi Billy..."