Bad Company

Chapter 71: Blood For Blood

"What do you think?" I asked as I opened the change room door and stood in front of Billy, who was leaning against a rack of clothes.

Billy eyed me up and down, causing my cheeks to burn in embarrassment. He nodded slightly in approval, "Isn't it bad luck for me to see ya in that?"

I frowned, "No... you know, since this is a short black dress and not actually a real wedding dress and all."

Billy shrugged as I turned around to stare at myself in the mirror, slightly twisting my body to get a good glimpse at how my ass looked in this dress.

Billy pushed himself away from the rack he was leaning on and came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder. He was being strangely affectionate - which was nice - but weird and not like him at all. Something was up, but whenever I tried to ask him what was wrong, he'd either change the subject or avoid giving me an answer.

"You want this one?" He muttered. I nodded as I stared up at him through the mirror we were both standing in front of. He pulled away from me to pull out his wallet and hand me some cash, "Go pay for it."

"Well I have to take it off first and put my-"

I was cut short by Billy ripping the price tag off of the dress. I gasped and stared at him like a deer in headlights, "What the fuck?"

"Keep it on,"

"Why?"

"Cause"

"Cause why?"

"Cause I said so,"

"But we're not getting married until-"

He cracked a smirk, "Ya love me?"

"W-What? Yes? What the-"

"Wanna right now?"

"Right now what? You're not makin-"

"Can you shut-"

"You shut-"

"Are you two finding everything okay?" A saleswoman asked, interrupting our childish bickering.

I glared at Billy before turning my attention over to the saleswoman, face slightly red from embarrassment. I chuckled nervously, "Yes, we're fine. I'll take this one,"

Before I could shut the change room door, Billy was handing the woman both the pricetag and cash for the dress. She looked stunned, but didn't question his actions. Instead she just went over to the counter to ring up the dress and get his change.

"Really? Can we pretend for just once that we're normal people?" I hissed as I gathered up my clothes.

Billy shrugged, "We're far from normal"

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There is no such thing as 'normal' when living in Billy Darley's world. Everyone seems to think that there is some sort of balance between being a normal woman—one who doesn't see people die on a regular basis— and the woman of a gang leader.

In fact, nothing is normal, not even the little things that actual normal people take for granted everyday. There is no cute lovey dovey texts that I wake up to every morning—I'm lucky to ever receive a text from Billy, letting me know when he will be home or not— there's not even phone calls, as the only time I'm really allowed to call BIlly is if Shaun needs something, or if we're in danger.

There is no romantic dates; we do not go out and eat at fancy restaurants together. In fact, if it's not at the Four Roses, we're not going anywhere to eat or drink together. We don't take cute pictures together and post them on social media—we don't take pictures together at all, in fact. The only photos we have together are ones that Christy or our other friends have taken while drunk— we don't have social media, we're not allowed. I mean, I'm allowed, but I've long since removed my facebook and such as I choose not to let others have the slightest clue about my life.