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Made Of Scars	By : Dreamer2987 Category: 1 through F > Death Sentence Views: 1484 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Shock and anger rippled through Billy as she walked away. She thoroughly cock teased him, giving him the worst case of blue balls he had ever had in his life. He shifted a little in his seat, trying to adjust his erection and make himself more comfortable, as his mind processed what just happened. She had turned him down acting like he wasn’t good enough for her, wasn’t good enough to fuck her into oblivion.
Women always took him up on his offers, always did what he wanted. It was an unspoken rule, what Billy wanted Billy got. What the fuck made her think she was the exception to that rule? He should get up and throw her ass out the door and find a beach blonde whore to take care of his needs. But he didn’t because as angry as he was with her he was also more intrigued by her and wanted her with even more intensity. On the rare occasion that someone stood up to him it had always been a man, no woman had ever had the guts to stand up to him like that.
But if she thought that she’d won this battle then she was in for one hell of a shock. In Billy Darley’s world Billy always won and he would be damned if one woman changed that, didn’t matter if she was the finest piece of ass he’d seen. He was going to find her and make her eat those words… literally by taking her up on that ‘offer’ to suck his dick.
He glanced around the bar to see where she took off to and a sight came into his vision that took the feelings of intrigue and desire temporarily out of the equation. His hard eyes found her not only sitting at his table, with his boys, but she was sitting in his spot. The fuck? No one just sat in his spot like that, but there she was smiling at his boys like they were her old college buddies. The girl had a big fucking pair of brass balls.
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“Fuck, what the hell did you do to him? I think you actually shocked him.” The words came from a slender but built young man with dyed red hair sitting across from her. He looked thoroughly amused at the fact that she had let Billy have it. Apparently standing up to Billy was something not usually done, and even though the men couldn’t hear everything that she said to Billy her actions spoke volumes. This man had facial features similar to Billy, he had to be related to him, his brother maybe. Normally she would have found dyed red hair on a grown man funny but it worked well for him. He didn’t have any tribal tattoos but he had a star tattoo on one side of his neck and cursive writing on the other. He wore two necklaces one of them being a dog tag. “That’s for me to know and you to stay up all night thinking about.” There was a hint of playfulness in her voice as Layia spoke.
She took the bottle of whiskey that was on the table and poured herself a shot. As she did she started to take in the faces of the rest of the men at the table. One of them had dirty brown hair with mohawk haircut going on. The latin phrase “Carpe Diem” was tattooed across his neck with a star at the end. He wore a gold chain around his neck and a silver skull necklace. The man sitting next to him was of latin descent and bald. He had a tear tattoo by one of his eyes, a stud below his lip and earrings. He had a large skull tattooed across the back of his head and she was positive he had more that she couldn’t see.
She knew she was sitting with a gang, she didn’t know their name but the matching tribal tattoos and air they had about them let Layia know that. And by the looks of them they were one of the gangs that all the other gangs feared and respected. Yet here she was, sitting at the table with them as comfortable as most people would be in a church. To be honest she was more comfortable sitting a table with them than she would be sitting in church.
“Girl you are fucking crazy.” The black man sitting next to her said with an expression on his face that was a mixture of shocked and amused. His hair was short and well maintained and he had sideburns. He had tribal tattoos on his chin and his chest, the same designs as Billy’s. His eyes were distinctive and he wore a silver cross necklace that had a heart at the bottom. “You better get out of his seat before…”
All eyes shot towards the bar where Billy had loudly gotten up and was stalking over to the table. His jaw was set tight, his neck tense and his crazed blue eyes dead set on her. He was furious at her, and she should have been afraid but she wasn’t. She should have gotten right out of that seat and ran out of the bar never to return, that’s what anyone else would have done, but she wasn’t going to. Instead she met his hard gaze with one of her own.
“Get the fuck out of my seat!” He bellowed at her. The amused expressions that been on the men’s faces abruptly left, seems they didn’t want Billy to see that they had thought her attitude towards him was funny. They all started glancing back and forth between her and Billy, wanting to see exactly how much shit was going to hit the fan.
Layia looked briefly at the seat she was on and then looked at him cocking an eyebrow. “Your seat? I don’t see your name anywhere on it.” She said with a somewhat smug look on her face, continuing to tease him. The same thought crossed the minds of all the men, this was it, Billy was going to blow and she was going to be on the fatal receiving end of it. Then they were going to have to clean up the mess, and that would be a shame since she was such a fine piece of ass. But Billy did something they didn’t expect.
Billy’s facial expression changed, now he looked almost amused. That could either be good or really bad for her. “Fine, you can stay there.” Then a smirk came over his lips. “But you have to sit in my lap.” He didn’t even give her a chance to give one of her witty remarks before he roughly grabbed her out of the seat, then he sat down and dragged her onto his lap. He tightly gripped her hips holding her in place. Now this was more like it, he thought as he pushed his own hips up, letting her feel the impressive hard on she had caused against her ass. Since she insisted on cock teasing him then he was going to pussy tease her right back.
Cocky bastard. She could feel his fingers digging into the flesh of her hips and his member pressing against her but it wasn’t over yet, two could play that game. The eyes of all the men were on her as she spoke. “You’re sorely mistaken if you think I’m going to sit here on your lap all night like a good girl.” She swore she could feel him smirking behind her as brought his lips close to her. “I never said anything about you being a good girl.” He whispered huskily in her ear.
Figures he would say that. “Glad to hear it because being good never appealed to me.” Billy chuckled as he rubbed himself against her again. “Baby, the naughtier you are, the happier I’m goin ta be.” That’s what he thought, Layia suppressed the urge to growl at him as she placed her hands on top of his and roughly yanked them away from her hips. Then she quickly stood up and walked to the other side of the table before he could grab her again. Billy’s blue hues followed her as she sat in her new seat, right on the lap of his very surprised brother. “What do you know, he’s much more comfortable.” She smiled at Billy as she shifted around for a moment getting comfortable in Joe’s lap who was trying hard to hide the fact that he was enjoying this for fear of his brother’s wrath.
If it was possible the room became quieter and the tension became thicker. Billy wanted nothing more than to get up, snatch her out of Joe’s lap, take her to the back and show her exactly why no one fucked with Billy Darley. She was playing the game, and more expertly than he thought possible. Layia was having fun riling him up, trying to get a rise out of him and Billy knew it. If he gave in then she would get what she wanted and win this battle. That wasn’t going to happen, he was going to beat her at her own game.
Billy’s eyes were glaring daggers into her, but he hadn’t gotten up in a furious rage like she was expecting. ‘Well I’m be damned’ Layia thought to herself. It seemed Billy was taking an entirely different approach to get what he wanted than she had thought he would. This was going to be more interesting than she first thought.
Deciding to ignore Billy and his death glare Layia spoke to the man whose lap she was sitting on. “So who exactly am I sharing this table with?” Joe was too focused on the anger radiating from Billy to answer her, in fact he wasn’t sure answering her would be safe, apparently everyone else at the table shared his thoughts.
Layia drummed her fingers against the table for a few moments as she waited for a response. “Come on, you don’t tell me your names I’m going to have to make up my own names for you guys” A few more moments passed before Bodie spoke up, deciding that if Billy hadn’t blown by now it would be safe to answer her question. “I’m Bodie, that’s Spink, Heco, Jamie, Dog, Baggy, Tommy, Joe and you already know Billy.” Each of the men nodded at her as their names were said and she smiled at all of them in response.
Layia turned her head slightly to look at Joe. “Nice to finally know whose lap I’m sitting on.” That statement was to piss Billy off more than anything else. She knew it worked because when she looked at Billy again she could see his left eye twitching. “You Billy’s brother?” She asked Joe. “Ya” Joe said nodded his head in affirmation. Spink caught her eye and motioned his head towards her, wanting to know who she was. “Name’s Layia”
Now she had the attention of everyone in the bar for a different reason than her looks. She was sitting with the Darley gang, the most ruthless gang in the whole damn state, and she had a smile on her face. This was the first time any of the men in the bar had seen something like this. Women that came to the bar were usually whores, there for Billy’s pleasure or the pleasure of one of his boys. They did their job, taking them into the backroom to earn their money and then left. But they were afraid of these men, and rightfully so, this girl sitting on Joe’s lap seemed to have no fear towards any of them. And the bar patrons couldn’t help but wonder why that was.
After the introductions, the table had gotten rather silent, some of the men had side conversations with each other but that was the extent of it, she couldn’t even hear much of what they were saying. She knocked back her fifth shot of whiskey before speaking up. “You guys always this much fun to hang out with?”
“What did ya expect chica?” Heco asked turning his gaze to her. “I expect that one girl at a table of nine men wouldn’t be ignored, and would be having a more exciting night.” She paused. “You honestly expect me to believe you boys don’t want to have fun with me?” She caught Heco giving her a quick grin.
“You want us to tell you about our day, that make you happy?” Baggy asked as he set his shot glass on the table. Layia chuckled softly shaking her head. “Hell no.”
“Why not?” Tommy asked, not expecting that answer, it was usually the opposite. Chicks loved to talk about their day and their feelings. Even the whores would try it with them once in awhile, complaining about what their friends did or a bad trip to the nail salon. Shit, the guys were paying for a fuck, not a therapy session and if they wanted to share it certainly wouldn’t be with whores. “Because then I would have to tell you about my day, and that shit ain’t happening.” Layia replied grinning.
That warranted a chuckle from all of the men at the table even Billy. “That’s more like it.” Layia said as she got up from Joe’s lap. “Where ya going?” Joe asked already missing the feel of her sitting on him. “For a drink.”
They all looked at her slightly confused. “And what exactly do you call this?” Spink said holding up the bottle of whiskey. “A damn good bottle of whiskey but I need something to wash the whiskey down.” She replied before sauntering off to the bar, leaving them to wonder what her idea of washing it down was.
Layia walked up to the bar and leaned against the counter, waiting a few minutes until Sammy made his way over to her. “Ya need more whiskey?” He asked already getting the bottle out. Layia shook her head. “Nah, they got some left. I want a Godfather.” ~Godfather is Scotch and Disaronno mixed together.~
Sammy nodded, chuckling as he made it, the girl really was something else. “Make it strong.” Layia added, not wanting a repeat of last time where the bartender had made the disgusting mistake of adding water to the drink, foolishly thinking she couldn’t handle it. Needless to say after a ‘talk’ with him he never made that mistake again.
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