I must confess this was a real challenge of a request, how to make a love interest out of a man like Billy Kimber? But I did my best, and I hope that it's okay.

Billy got to his feet as she made her way back to the large tent that had been set up for the big day, from the mounting yards. People moving out of the way or nodding as she passed; none of it done out of fear because of her relationship with the gangster, but out of a long-held regard for her family.

Her father had been called the King of the races; a highly respected trainer, owner, and businessman, that knew everyone, and anyone, involved in the race game. He could tell a good horse from a bad horse with just one look: a good jockey from a bad one with just a glimpse. And these abilities, had been passed to his daughter, along with his connections and influence, once he had passed away. The king is dead, long live the queen they had said, and that was why he had wanted her; Billy loving the notion of becoming the new king through her. Yet if he had thought it would be easy, that he would be able to seduce her, to treat her as he did other women; that he would be able to claim the title and simply move on, well, boy, had he been wrong. She not scared of him or his Birmingham Boys, not influenced by the money he flashed around. She was the queen, and he......he, despite everything, had found himself becoming her most willing servant; had found himself, well.......he was in love, and for once in his life, this was nothing about him, and all about her. Billy kicking Roberts' chair and growling at him to get to his fucking feet for his lady, as she came to the table.

"(Y/n), my luv..........."

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She smiled at people as she had made her way back through the crowd. Friends and acquaintances nodding and smiling in return, as she passed. Even strangers that only knew of her father and now her standing in the racing world, showing respect to the queen, as she made her way back to the tent to rejoin Billy. This her home, her kingdom; these her people. So, most would ask why she had taken up with the likes of Billy Kimber; she had respect, money, influence in her own right. She was considered quite a beauty and most people said that she could have any man she wanted; so why take up with a dim-witted, brutal, impatient hoodlum, like the man from Aston; and they would be right to ask such things. (Y/n) had heard everything about the man that believed he was in charge of the races; all about how he had risen from the slums of Birmingham to become the premier of gangsters in that city, with more money than most could ever dream of having. She had heard in whispers about what he would do to women, how he would treat them; and that despite what he may think about himself, he was still little more than an uncouth, ineloquent, thug. Yet despite all this, she was still with him; (Y/n) finding that under all those awful traits, all those terrible rumours, there was a man that no one else saw. A sad, insecure, man that acted and was the way he was, because he hated himself for his humble beginnings; for not being born with a silver spoon in his mouth and having to fight his way to the top. Hated all the times that the pretty girls had laughed at him and belittled him when he was younger. And it was this man, the man that had never really been loved, that she was there for; this man that, well, she had come to like, once he had stopped thinking that he could seduce her for her crown. The memory of atrocious attempts, making her smile, as she pushed her way back inside the tent that was full of people all drinking, eating and laughing. Her smile growing wider, as Billy quickly got to his feet, kicking at Roberts' chair, at the sight of her; proving that despite his original plans, she was still the monarch, and he her humble servant.

"(Y/n), my luv............" Billy said, quickly moving to pull out her chair so that she could sit down.

"William..........." She replied, placing a kiss to his cheek, as he pushed in her seat. Billy quickly taking her hands and pulling them to his lips, as he sat down next to her.

"Well..........?"

"Cupid's Arrow in the next race........." She replied quietly, with a soft smile.

"Ya fuckin heard my queen. Cupid's Arrow, next race. Go on........." Billy growled, looking up at one of his men behind him. The large fellow quickly making his way to fix the odds with the bookies, before Billy pulled her hands back to his lips.

"What would I do without you my sweet..........?"

"Well, you would probably lose a lot of money for a start, William......." She replied, before leaning in to place another kiss to his cheek.

"That, and your bed would be very cold..........." A shudder going down his spine as she whispered into his ear. The thought of not hearing her screaming out his name in the night, not something he wanted to think about, not now anyway. Billy aware that this was the only woman that had ever truly liked him, for him. The only woman that he cared enough about not to hurt, not to humiliate by being with other women. To not treat as anything less than the queen she was. And even though he now knew he would never truly be the king; as long as the queen was always by his side, he was alright with that.