Billy Butcher was a man of many things... well-crafted thought out plans was not one of them. And he now has a queasy, grief-stricken young bloke with him and one of America's most beloved Superhero's in the trunk of a car that may not even be his. He knew he only had so many options, and so many people left to help.

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"I know a bloke or two." Billy tells Hughie, trying to ease his worries... worries about having a member of The fucking Seven in the trunk of the car Billy is currently driving. "Top men. They'll know what to do." He smirks at his newly formed plan.

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The next morning Hughie finds himself in an alleyway as Butcher bangs on a metal door. Hughie has no idea what's waiting for them on the other side of the door as he looks around panicked and way out of his element.

A woman with dark hair sighs as she swings the scrap door open, with a cigarette in hand, and pulls her sunglasses to the top of her head as she looks up, pausing when she see's who it is.

"Morning, luv." Billy greets. "Frenchie and Bellamy about?" He asks stretching his neck up over her head to take a look inside. Though it was dark, music could be heard.

The woman's attention moves to Hughie before she can answer, eyes shinning with curiosity as she reaches up and strokes his pale face. "Mmm." She hums, moving her hand all around Hughie's cheek, nose, and chin before she backs away grinning, and leaves them at the door.

Hughie looks to Butcher, mortified at what just took place.

"You'll love these guys." Is all Billy says, patting Hughie on the shoulder before heading in. Hughie stands there dumbfounded for a moment before hurriedly following Butcher inside.

"Frenchie." Butcher calls out to the shirtless, buzzed-hair man messing with guns. "Oi, Frenchie." He tries again and the woman that greeted them at the door turns down the music.

Frenchie clicks the gun in his hand, finally looking up. "Monsieur Charcuter." He finally acknowledges, surprise lacing his voice, as if doesn't believe Butcher is standing in front of him.

Billy smirks, holding out his hands in a 'ta-da' type fashion.

"This is a surprise." Frenchie pauses. "It's good to see you."

"Good to see you, too, mate." Billy nods, happy the conversation was leading in a good direction. "Bellamy about?" He glances around for the other half of the pair who seems to be missing.

"Bellamy, he is behind bars." Frenchie tells him. Eyeing him, he scratches his head before waving his hand around. "Means you brought that 40, 000 that you me, and the 20, 000 that you owe him?" Butcher looks off. "I mean, why else would you show your face around here?"

Butcher holds up a finger, pointing it at him. "Because I've got something even better for you." He walks closer to the table. "How would you like to double yours and Bellamy's money?" He stops face to face with Frenchie.

Frenchie bursts out laughing and Butcher joins in while Hughie approaches the table looking at all the weapons with wide eyes. The woman walks up behind Frenchie sticking a cigarette in his mouth as he looks to everyone in the room, continuing to laugh before abruptly stopping, Butcher still grinning.

"The double of zero is zero." Frenchie states. "Who is he?" He juts his gun towards Hughie causing the already skittish young man to jump.

"This guy?" Butcher points causing Hughie's eyes to light up at the mention. "Oh, this here is Hughie Campbell." He introduces. "We're, uh, working a little job together." Is all Billy gives away.

Frenchie studies Hughie harshly, raising a brow while the woman clicks a gun underneath her chin, letting out a noise of excitement as she exaggerates her eyes. "Ooh."

Hughie gives a quick nod and wave.

Frenchie nods. "And he's still alive?" Butcher chuckles and Hughie's brows furrow together.

"You and I worked together and you're still in one piece." Butcher reminds him.

"Am I?" Frenchie steps closer to him. "Is Bellamy?"

Butcher's smile fades. "Look, do you want the know what the fucking job is or not?" He cuts the shit, losing all patience that he didn't have to begin with.

Frenchie licks his lips.

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The boys step outside to the car, Butcher with a cattle prod resting over his shoulder.

"Open it." Butcher tells Frenchie.

Frenchie glances around as a car passes by before pointing at the trunk. "Who is in there?"

Butcher and Hughie turn to look at him, both with the same shit-eating grin on their faces.

"Where's your sense of adventure, Frenchie." Butcher says, staring at the prod in delight, he crackles it before looking back at the unamused Frenchman. He motions his head towards the vehicle.

Frenchie shakes his head before finally moving to unlock it.

"You dumb fucks are fucking dead!" Translucent curses at them as soon as the trunk is lifted, all three men staring inside.

Frenchie looks around frantically in the trunk confused, seeing nothing but clothes and some trash.

"Have you any...." Translucent continues his rant before Butcher electrocutes him. "Aah!"

Frenchie quickly takes a step back, grabbing his head with both hands in distress. "That's Translucent." He points, continuing to back away. Butcher slams the trunk shut. "You got Translucent in your trunk, huh?" His voice raises.

"Nothing gets past you, mate." Billy cracks.

Frenchie stomps back up to him, clicking his gun underneath Butcher's chin.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!" Hughie shouts in a panic, flinching back.

"Go away." Frenchie's breath rages. "Get him out of here."

"All right, all right, easy." Butcher coaxes.

"He's chipped." Frenchie states. "The Supes could be on their way. Homelander could be on his way right now." He presses.

"Wait, he's chipped?" Hughie questions, horror striking his face.

"You bring this to my doorstep? This is not my problem, huh?" Frenchie shakes his head.

"Well, it is now." Billy argues. "He knows what you look like." Frenchie gives an angry nod. "Look, Frenchie, I need your help mate, and Bellamy's. And I ain't leaving till I get it, or till The Seven show up." He tells him. Frenchie stares back with fire in his eyes before cocking the gun back in defeat.

Hughie's mouth falls open in shock.

"Now how's about I go retrieve Bellamy out the slammer and we get started, huh?" Butcher nods, his sly smirk returning.

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Hello, hellooo!! Happy S4 of The Boys Dayyy!!!

I am SO excited to share this book with y'all!! I've been planning it since March, which I know doesn't seem like that long, but trust me, this book has been on BRAINROT in my head for the past several months now lol.

ALSO! Just wanted to let y'all know, in case you missed it! This is a 'multiverse' type book. Which  basically means... Cass and Bellamy come from my fanfic of The 100 (no it is not published even tho it is the og, yes I published this first lol). Cass is my oc (original character) and Bellamy is an actual character from The 100. I love multiverse fanfic's and kept thinking of Bellamy and Cass in this universe and bam, the idea was born.

YOU DO NOT HAVE TO READ THEM IN ANY OTHER UNIVERSE, THEY ARE STAND ALONE/THEIR OWN THING IN EACH!!!  (And obviously you couldn't cause the other's aren't published yet lmao). There will be multiple books for them in different universes, but I lowkey think this one is my fav <3 I am going to try to stick to the essence of  what makes Bellamy and his character, but he is basically 'mine' in every other universe and I have of course adapted him and added things to him along the way ;)

ANYWAYS, sorry neither Bellamy nor Cass were actually present in this chapter, but had to get this scene had to come first since Bellamy was of course mentioned... you'll get to meet him in the next part don't worry!! So stay tuned and I hope y'all enjoyed!!

Until next time!!