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Bellamy Butcher leans back on his cell bed, resting as he reads his worn out copy of The Iliad. The edges were turning yellow and the cover looked worn, but he didn't seem to mind.

His head was in a million places at once as he heard
footsteps moving down the hall, suddenly being on high alert when they die out rather than continue.

He lifts his head over his book to find the last, and he truly means last, person he ever thought he'd see on the other side.

"Awh, hell." Bellamy lets out, raising up he swings his legs over the bed, roughly rubbing his face with hands.

"Hello, mate." Billy smirks, holding his hands up. "Or should I say brother."

Bellamy shakes his head with a chuckle before making it to his feet, pointing his finger at Butcher as he approaches the bars. "That's funny." He looks Billy up and down, glaring at his 'brother' through his thick lashes.

Billy sighs, knowing this would not be easy with Bellamy, but also knowing that they don't have time to waste.

"Look, mate-"

"What the hell are you doing here?" Bellamy asks harshly.

Butcher smirks. "Well, I'm here to bail you out, of course."

"Mmm, course." Bellamy nods mockingly. "But I still have another two weeks, thanks." Bellamy wouldn't take Billy's help if he was on fire and Billy was the only one to piss it out.

Billy shakes his head with a shit-eating grin of his. "Got that taken care of."

"Mmm." Bellamy nods sarcastically. "Let me guess, FBI?"

"Yep."

"What do you want?" Bellamy asks annoyedly, already done with the conversation, and knowing there's a reason Billy was here. He wouldn't just stop by for nothing, he wants something.

"Well..." Billy shrugs. "Paid Frenchie a little visit, you see. Offered him a job." So that's how he knows about Bellamy's temporary whereabouts... though Butcher could find out in his own way, he clearly hasn't until now.

Bellamy chuckles. "And let me guess, didn't pay him the money you owe either of us, right?" He tilts his head. Butcher remains silent. "Mmm." Bellamy turns  away. "We're done here."

Nothing new. Never is with Billy Butcher.

"Even if the job involves a certain invisible Supe cunt?" Butcher tosses out, stopping Bellamy in his tracks.

"What did you just say?" Bellamy asks, his ears burning hot as he turns to face him again. Did Butcher really utter those words?

"We got the Translucent fuck right in our back pocket." Butcher says quietly. "So how's about you quit pouting in here and let's get a move on, heh?"

Bellamy's jaw locks, shaking in his head in disappoint at himself at what he's about to do...

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Bellamy sighs, slamming the door as him and Butcher arrive back at Frenchie's.

"See, this'll be fun." Butcher nods.

"I'm only here because you got Frenchie stuck in your mess." Bellamy reminds him, angry that Translucent has seen Frenchie's face and will now see his, but where Frenchie goes, he goes. Always.

"Mon âme." Frenchie flies over to Bellamy, grabbing him by the face and kisses both cheeks.

"Ah, come here." Bellamy brings him tightly, missing his best friend, his true brother. The two have never been apart along, which is why it was a shock to Billy to find Frenchie without him. The two always attached at the hip otherwise. Well, other than...

"S-so, your Bellamy?" Hughie asks nervously, still on edge about the entire situation and extremely nervous to encounter another one of Billy's friends.

Bellamy and Frenchie part and Bellamy swings his arm across the ladder's shoulder. He turns them to find a pale, sweaty bloke looking at him cautiously.

Bellamy tips his chin upward. "Who the hell's asking?" He hasn't pulled his gun since the guy doesn't seem to be much of a threat and neither Frenchie nor Billy has made any sort of move towards him that says otherwise.

Bellamy eyes him, clearly unimpressed, causing Hughie to swallow under the harsh scrutiny.

"Who the hell is this kid?" He mutters to Frenchie.

"Oh, that is Butcher's new little side kick." Frenchie tells him, unamused.

"We're working this job together, now can you cunts quit ya earbush so we can get move on?" Butcher says, pointing to the car and Frenchie's van he used to get Bellamy.

Frenchie mutters curse words in French as he and Bellamy hop in the van and Hughie and Butcher take the car.

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"Hands off my radio." Frenchie smacks Bellamy's hand away.

Bellamy scoffs, cracking a smile. "I've been locked up for two weeks for your ass." He defends.

"And I thank you for that my friend." He grabs Bellamy's hand, giving it a kiss as tires ahead of them screech, Billy turning into Tony Cicero's.

Frenchie follows. They pull around back and come to a screeching halt. Time to go to work.

Frenchie and Bellamy slam their doors behind them, slipping to the back and open it up, both moving so clear and in sync as if no time has passed. They start grabbing cases as Hughie comes behind them grabbing one as well and shutting the double doors.

Frenchie takes the lock off the door and holds it open for Bellamy, then Hughie before dipping his head inside.

Now the fun begins...

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𝟶ʙᴜᴛᴛᴇʀʙɪsᴄᴜɪᴛ𝟽 sᴘᴇᴀᴋs!

Heyyyy guys <3 Thank you guys so much 60+ reads on this book so far! This is truly JUST the beginning!!

What do y'all think of Bellamy so farrrr <3 I loved this intro of him lmao, the bailing outta jail scene between him & Butcher just really sang true to their relationship for sure & I cannot wait to dive into it more.

AND HIM AND FRENCHIE?! Their friendship is literally so top tier, like def one of my favs, ugh, I love them so much. (What he calls Bellamy in French is so perfect & match's/is like the opposite end of what he calls Kimiko!!)

Anywaysss, hope y'all enjoyed!!! This chapter wasn't too super long, but I felt like this was a good place to stop here before diving into the Translucent business lmao.

Also, I cannot wait for y'all to meet Cass, omfg. She won't appear until ep. 3 tho bc she comes in when M.M. does so ugh, but something to look forward to!! Until next time, mauh!