Butcher's damn brat. Of course Billie was an asshole, Ben always knew that. But still, he was at least surprised to learn that you, the smart, beautiful child of the Butcher. Of course, from your antics it was clear that there was something related between you, but he would never in his life have thought that you and he were family. You were quite young.

Benjamin sat on the couch, biting off a piece of pizza that lay on his lap, engrossed in watching some show on TV. When a knock on the doorway reached the man's ears, he grinned, sprawled across the couch. "Missy, did daddy ask you to check on good old Ben?" Soldier boy grinned like an idiot, watching you stand in the doorway of his apartment.

He was interested in who you are and what goals you pursue. Well, he was also wondering what heredity influenced your curves... But this is certainly a secondary plan.

He handed you a slice of pizza, a token of appreciation, so to speak. Focusing his attention on your facial features, he quickly waved it away. Of course, he is still a womanizer, but staring at you is completely different.