Billy's Move

by Karen Clow

  CHAPTER 64

  Tony was up early that Wednesday morning, he had arrived at his gym before nine because he had a meeting with a drug supplier later that morning. He had arranged for Shane to accompany him as the meeting was to be held down the docks. Although Tony had dealt with this particular dealer on many occasions, there was always the possibility that something could go wrong.

  Shane picked him up from the gym just after eleven. Driving to the docks Tony’s mobile rang, it was Terry. “Alright Tel, what’s up,” he asked. “Nothing mate, I’m just checking everything’s on schedule.” “Yeah, we’ll be there in ten minutes.”

  Pulling into the docks they spotted Reggie with his dogs. Tony raised his hand to acknowledge him. After closing the gate behind them Reggie joined them in the warehouse office, leaving his dogs outside. “Alright Reg,” said Shane. Typically of Reggie he just nodded. Tony opened a cupboard and proceeded to passed Shane and Terry a small hand gun each, before handing a sawn-off shotgun to Reggie.

  They waited for their contact to arrive. Half an hour later Reggie’s dogs started barking. “Sounds like our guests are here,” said Tony. Reggie left to escort them in, grinning to himself as he walked outside and saw the three men too afraid to get out of the car because of his dogs. “Here girls,” he said. Both dogs obeyed him instantly and stood at his heels. The three men got out, the boss was Denny Bowman a well know drugs supplier. Know as a bit of a wide boy, in his early thirties, tall and thin with mousey coloured hair. Very cocky since taking over the business from his dad Denny senior, who had died eighteen months earlier in a car crash. Everyone including his son knew it wasn’t an accident; his dad had many enemies in the crime world. Within a month of the accident four well known gang members from another crew had all mysteriously disappeared. Tony knew as well as anyone that Denny junior had called the hit for their involvement in his father’s death. Tony had done business with his dad for almost twenty years; to say he didn’t like Denny junior would be an understatement but he tolerated him, not only out of respect for his late father, but for financial gain.

  The two bruisers accompanying him were his bodyguards, both black and both ruthless. Leon and Randy Bengali worked previously for Denny’s dad. At school they had been young Denny’s best friends, which is one of the reasons Denny senior recruited them into the business as teenagers. They were known to enjoy the party scene outside of work, often seen in London’s trendy night spots with Denny and always surrounded by women. The two bosses’ shook hands, “Good to see you Tony, how’s business,” said Denny. “Good to see you too, business is good thanks.” The two men discussed the deal before Denny asked Leon to pass him his brief case. Opening it on the table he took out a bag of coke and passed it to Tony, who subsequently passed it to Shane. Cutting a tiny split in the bag Shane dipped his finger in the white powder then tasted it. Nodding at Tony he said, “Its good shit.” After Tony nodded back at him, Shane handed him a briefcase.

  Laying it on the table, Tony looked at Denny and said, “Three hundred grand, its all there.” Smirking Denny replied, “I know that Tony, how long have my family done business with you?” Then he turned to Randy and said, “Fetch the rest of the gear from the car.” As the bruiser walked outside Reggie followed him. Moments later he returned with a black bag full of coke bags. Shaking Tony’s hand Denny said, “See you soon, just bell me when you’re ready for another delivery, oh one thing before I go. What’s this I’ve been hearing that you’re doing business with Barry King?” Grinning Tony replied, “Who told you that?” “Ah just a little bird, although I was surprised, didn’t have you down working for him?” Everyone noticed Tony’s face change as he arrogantly replied, “I work for no one Denny, you should know that. Barry King overstepped the mark which could have turned very nasty, but we’ve sorted all that out now and just for the record I don’t deal with him. Although I have heard he’s looking for another supplier, maybe you’d be interested?” “Fuck off, I wouldn’t do business with that fat prick if I was fucking starving, he put my old man in hospital once. I’d see the prick dead before I’d supply him; my old man would turn in his grave if I dealt with the likes of Barry King!” “Yeah, well old Denny did always have good taste, that’s why we got along so well.” “He liked you Tony, if he was here today I know he’d say, ‘watch yourself with Barry King the man’s a money grabbing evil prick!” Laughing Tony replied, “Fuck me Denny, you really are a chip off the old block you sounded just like him then.” “I’ll catch you soon,” said Denny as he left with his two minders.

  Waiting until Denny had left the docks, Tony looked at Terry then the bag of coke and said, “I’ll leave that for you to sort out, ok Tel?” “No problem Tony, I’ll get it out tonight, are you two staying for a drink?” “Go on then, we’ll have a quick one with you, then I need to get to the club.” Shane looked curious and asked, “Have you got a meet there then, only I’ve got plans for this afternoon, I can change then if you need me to.” Laughing Tony replied, “Oh I don’t think I’ll need you, I’m going to get myself a blow job.” They all laughed as Shane said, “Fair enough what time do you want picking up?” “Don’t worry I’ll probably stay there, trouble is with Carlo working the weekends, I can’t get me end away.” “Yeah, must be fucking terrible,” joked Terry, “he’s a good lad your Carlo, how’s he doing?” “Surprisingly well as it happens. I never thought he’d take to the business but he has.” “Will he be doing all the business Tony?” He knew that Terry was referring to the many criminal activities he was running. Laughing he said, “Not at the moment, me and his mum are doing ok, can you imagine what she’d do if he got banged up because of me?” Everyone laughed as he added, “If he decides to come in full time once he’s finished his education, I’ll have to get myself a fucking mistress, because I won’t be getting any at the club.” Reggie had sat listening. Out of curiosity he said, “What happened to that bird down where Mickey is?” “That fizzled out Reg, next time I’ll have one nearer to home, all that fucking travelling just for a shag,” replied Tony. The men laughed.

  An hour later Tony was back at his club, a couple of his dancers were practising their routines; he called one of them over. She was a very attractive brunette with a great body having been dancing since she was seventeen, now at twenty four she would be considered experienced. Although she looked younger than her years, Tony liked her because she wasn’t giggly like a lot of the younger girls, the ones the men often referred to as the newcomers to the game. “Yeah Tony, what do you want,” said Abbey. Sliding his hand down her back and on her buttock, squeezing it he replied, “I thought you might like to join me for a drink in the office Abbey, only we haven’t had chance to catch up on things.” Bending over she jokingly whispered in his ear, “What you mean is you want a blow job?” “You could make a fortune with that gift of yours, mind readers are far and few between!” “I’ll see you in ten minutes just let me freshen up first.”

  Slapping her arse as she walked away, he looked at a barman and said, “I’ll be in my office, make sure I’m not disturbed.” The barman carried on wiping a glass as he smiled and nodded.

  Fifteen minutes later Abbey tapped on the office door. “Come in babe, its open,” called Tony. No sooner had she entered, she was sitting on his lap with him groping her. “I was beginning to think you weren’t interested anymore, you haven’t sent for me in ages,” said Abbey. “I’ve been busy babe and you know I have lots of girls to look after, so lets see just how much you’ve missed me shall we?”

  Seconds later she was kneeling in front of him with his cock in her mouth. “Fuck me babe, I’d forgotten how good you are at this, maybe I should set you up somewhere so I could call round.” When she finished she asked him if he had meant what he’d said. Smiling he replied, “Why, would you be interested if I was serious?” “Yeah I would, most of my money goes on rent. If I didn’t have that to worry about, I’d only have to do a couple of nights.” Looking serious he said, “There would be condit
ions though.” “Like what,” she asked. “Like, you don’t see anyone else, you never make the mistake of asking me to leave my wife, and you never talk about us to anyone. Also never tell me you’re pregnant, if that happens get rid of it. Last but not least sexually you do whatever I want? In return you get a penthouse apartment, a weekly account to spend on whatever you like, nice clothes nice jewellery, what you think?” “I don’t need to think, I know it would be great for me.” “Ok then, I’ll think about setting something up, as long as you fully understand the rules?” “I do Tony, I know about your family, everyone knows you love your wife, but like most men you need a bit extra. There is just one thing though? What if I ever want out, would that be a problem?” “Not so long as it was for good reason!” “Ok then, I’ll wait to hear from you.” “Give me a couple of weeks; I’ve got a lot on at the moment.”

  Five minutes later she left. Alone in the office he thought about Lydia, wondering to himself if she was still pregnant or whether she had actually terminated it, despite having told him she wouldn’t. At that moment he was tempted to call her, but he resisted simply because things were going well for him and Belle, especially since Carlo had started accompanying him to the clubs. There was also the distance between him and Lydia, keeping a mistress in Kent wasn’t practical. Convincing himself it was best if he never saw her again, he thought about Abbey as his mistress. She knew the score; it would be a business arrangement which would be beneficial to both of them. Best of all was his life at home wouldn’t be affected by it.

  Before leaving the office he called Belle and said, “Sorry babe, but I won’t be home till late I need go over the books at Sweet Cheeks.” Happy that he had bothered to let her know she replied, “That’s ok, I’ll see you tomorrow.” “Yeah ok babe, you never know you might be awake when I get back.” She knew he was making a reference to sex, but she also knew that the chances of it happening were highly unlikely.

  Tony left the club around two with Shane. By the time he arrived home Belle was fast asleep. Although he’d had sex with Abbey earlier that day he was feeling horny. Getting into bed next to her he slowly ran his hand up her thigh and back, before moving over her to fondle her breasts. “What time is it Tony,” she asked in a state of half sleep. Moving his hand down her body he groped her and then replied, “Time for me to do this.” Rolling over to face him she reciprocated his kiss, before saying “Its really late Tony.” “I know but can I help it if I fancy you?” Too tired to argue she began touching him. Within minutes he was inside her thrusting his body against hers. Lying together afterwards he said, “God I needed that. Sorry I had to stay longer at the club tonight babe, but since I’ve been home more, things have started to slip a bit.” “I understand Tony; there will be times when you need to be there it’s just that it’s been really nice having you home with us.” “I know babe and it’s where I want to be. I’m just saying that until Carlo knows the ropes, I may have to go over there a couple of nights during the week.” “Let’s talk about it tomorrow, it’s too late now,” said Belle. Kissing her he said, “Goodnight babe, I love you.” “Love you too, goodnight.” Watching him as he drifted off to sleep she laid awake thinking about what he’d said. During the weeks he’d spent more time at home, things had been really good between them. There had been the odd time when he’d questioned her about going out, but there hadn’t been any violence. In truth she had expected him to go back to the clubs full time, so once or twice a week she could cope with. She had no idea he would only use the club as a front so he could see Abbey until he set her up in her own place as his mistress.

  CHAPTER 65

  Jess was relieved as the next week passed there were no more calls from her mother. First thing Thursday morning Billy had driven Jess to the doctor’s surgery to register with a midwife. She had offered to walk so he didn’t have to get up because he’d been at the club the previous night till after two. Billy wouldn’t hear of it, when they talked to the midwife he had been the one to ask all the questions.

  All the way home from the surgery he talked about the baby, asking her things like, ‘when do we start buying stuff?’ Giggling she replied, “We’ve got ages yet and I’ve already got the pram and things from when I had Becky.” “Ok, so what are we going to call him then?” “Him, what if it’s a girl?” “Great I don’t really care what it is, so what about names then?” “Well if we have a boy I think we should name him after his dad, don’t you?” “Not William, I’ve never liked it.” “How about Billy then, after all that is your name.” “Can you do that, I thought it would have to be William?” “No silly, we can call it whatever we like.” Trying to keep a straight face he replied, “Well in that case there are a couple of names I really like, Marmaduke is probably my favourite.” Horrified she looked at him and said, “God Billy that’s awful!” Then he burst into laughter and said, “Fucking Marmaduke, can you honestly see me calling my boy fucking Marmaduke!” They both laughed. Then Jess said, “We’ll call it Billy if it’s a boy, I like that.” “Me too, what about a girls name?” “God knows, it took me ages to name Becky.” “Naugh babe, I’m not sure I like that.” “Like what I haven’t said anything?” “Yes you did you said, ‘God knows’ I just can’t picture my little girl being called that.” They both laughed as she told him he was terrible.

  Throughout the day they tried thinking of girls names, finally as he was leaving for work that night she said, “Next time we go into town we can buy a name book.” “Good idea” he said before kissing her goodbye.

  Jess spent an hour on the phone to Monica, chatting about the baby then spent the rest of the evening watching telly, before taking herself off to bed around midnight. She was woken just before three that morning by voices outside.

  Feeling a little concerned as it was normally so quiet, she sat up in bed to listen. Then she heard Billy’s voice say, “Cheers for the lift George, fucking motors. I’ll see you tomorrow. If I need a lift I’ll bell you.”

  When he entered the cottage he was surprised to see Jess waiting for him. “Everything all right babe, I didn’t expect to see you up?” “I heard you talking to George, why did he bring you home?” “Fucking car wouldn’t start!” “Oh no, is it serious?” “Fuck knows. I’ve given Jamie the keys, his cousins a mechanic he’s going to get him to go round in the morning and sort it out.” “Fancy a cup of tea?” Looking at her in her short night shirt he grinned and pulled her to him saying, “I fancy something, but it ain’t fucking tea!” Giggling she said, “What might that be then, coffee perhaps?” “You’ll get fucking coffee,” he joked as he squeezed her buttocks and kissed her. Minutes later they were in bed making love.

  By ten o’clock Friday morning Jess was playing with Becky in the garden, Billy was still in bed fast asleep. On their last trip into town he had bought Becky a sand pit which she loved. Jess was showing her how to make sand castles when she heard the door bell ring. “Play with the sand Becky, mummy won’t be a minute, I expect it’s the postman,” said Jess as she stood up to answer the door.

  She was shocked to see her mother standing there when she opened it. Just staring at her she said, “What do you want mum I’m busy?” “Oh Jess, I had to come to tell you that I really am sorry.” Jess couldn’t help but notice how different her mum looked, her hair was untidy and she wasn’t wearing make up. The last time Jess had seen her she had looked quite glamorous, but not now. It was obvious from the bruises on her face and arms her step father had started hitting her and that her life had changed quiet dramatically. “I told you mum I don’t want anything to do with you, I’m not inviting you in.” “Its ok, we’ll stand here and talk.” “No we won’t, I’ve got to go and look after Becky, go home mum you’re not welcome here.”

  As the conversation between the two women got louder and more heated Billy woke up. Rallying his senses he listened as Jess said, “Go away mum, Becky’s in the garden I’ve got to go, just leave us alone!”

  Slipping his boxer shorts on he began mak
ing his way downstairs, his thoughts being he would go to the door and tell her mother to fuck off! Just as he reached the bottom of the stairs he heard Becky, but her voice sounded muffled. Having heard Jess say she was in the garden, he deciding that he would check on her first. Making his way outside he expected to she her playing in the sand, but to his horror, he saw a large built man holding Becky under his arm with his hand over her mouth heading for the back gate. Instantly aware Becky was being abducted he shouted, “Oye, fucking let her go!” Dropping the baby the man fled. Becky was screaming as Billy ran past her to catch him.

  At the front of the house Jess had heard the commotion, instantly her mother had turned and moved hurriedly to her car as Jess ran back through the house. Panic stricken she rushed into the garden. Seeing Becky sobbing on the lawn she picked her up and hugged her, then she looked for Billy but she couldn’t see him. It was obvious that he had chased after someone. Taking the baby back inside and locking the door behind them, she was just about to call the police when Billy banged on the door for her to let him in. “Oh God Billy what happened?” she sobbed. “Is Becky ok,” he asked worriedly. “Yes, she’s just upset, Billy what happened?” Still shaking from anger he said, “Some fucking pervert was trying to take her! I chased him round the back, I nearly caught the bastard but some fucking women came along and he jumped into her car. Have you called the Old Bill yet?” “No I was just going to.” Suddenly she stopped crying and said, “What sort of car was it Billy?” “A red Mondeo I think, why?” “Oh God Billy, I think it was my mum and step dad, that’s why she wouldn’t go, she was keeping me talking while he grabbed Becky. Call the police Billy tell them who it was.” Billy looked so evil as he replied, “Tell me what they look like Jess.” Angry that he wasn’t calling the police, she snapped at him, “Does it matter I’ll tell the police when they get here.” Then he shocked her by saying, “We’re not calling the Old Bill, so tell me what they look like.” She knew at that moment that he was going to take the law into his own hands. Despite fearing what he may do, she knew he was right. At best the police would say, ‘we’ll go and talk to them.’ Standing up she placed Becky on his lap as she said, “I’ve got a photo of them, stay with her while I look for it.” Becky had stopped crying and was happily being bounced on his knee when Jess returned with the photo. Looking at it he said, “Yeah that’s him, where does the prick live?” For the first time since knowing Billy she saw something in his eyes that she never thought possible. This kind gentle giant, who was so loving and passionate had a look about him that told her he was going to do something terrible to her stepfather. At that moment she felt afraid, not because of what he might do, but what might happen to him if he got caught. Nervously she said, “Let the police deal with it Billy, please.” With an air of arrogance he replied, “This is my family, so I’ll deal with it! Tell me where he lives Jess!” “No Billy, please let the police handle it.” He was just about to reply when the phone rang. Looking at the caller display she said, “It’s my mum’s number!” “Answer it and tell her I’m coming for him,” snapped Billy angrily. Picking up the receiver, Jess didn’t have time to say anything when her mum started crying and screaming down the phone. “Please Jess, we’re so sorry, we wouldn’t have hurt her, but people are going to hurt us if we don’t give them ten thousand pounds within a couple of days! Please believe me Jess, I didn’t want any part of it, he made me do it!” Finally Jess managed to say, “And that makes it alright you bitch, how could you do that mum, you’re as evil and wicked as him!” “Please Jess I’m begging you, please don’t tell the police!” “Go to hell you bitch!” Jess slammed the phone down. Billy had heard what had been said, looking at her he said, “Get the baby ready, we’re going over to Mickey’s I need to talk to him.” “Please Billy call the police, she’s just admitted it was them, the police will arrest them, please Billy.” Coldly he replied, “Get ready babe, I want to go.”