Kylie Bray (Love, Hate and Billions)

Chapter 30 (Vincent)

Why does she make me so fucking crazy? I can't believe she would go to such lengths to appease

Michael. What is it about their connection that is so confusing, so mind-boggling?

She fucked up his relationship for fucks sake.

I spent a week with Michael in New York and not once did he mention his ex. Yet Kylie, Kylie's name is

like a switch in my brother's head.

When he hears it, his mind triggers. I see it in his eyes, every fucking time. But I say nothing. It isn't my

place.

Michael's relationship with Kylie is between them, and though I convince myself it is just a closeness

they have because they are step-siblings, I know it is more.

Which is the reason why I never understood what she wanted with me.

Why me? She looked at me like I was her fucking hero or something.

From a young age, I learned that I am no hero, I'm the villain. The man that takes life not saves it.

The path I have lived, the path I will live is not for the weak. And I always thought Kylie weak, needy,

but as she stands here today in that fucking silky dress that should be worn to bed I wonder if I have

been wrong.

I have wanted her since I saw her at that fucking Gala almost two years ago, still do, but I know, knew

then all those months ago that I can't, couldn’t have what I wanted.

Yet, recently there is this part of me that is drawn to her.

These emotions are dangerous and can get a lot of people killed. With the Bratva closing in on our

territory I have no time for a woman beside a good fuck.

My gaze sweeps over her as I think these thoughts. Her hair is longer than what I remember, yet still

the same black raven color I know too well.

Her cheeks are hollow, and the curve of her jawline prominent yet dainty. The column of her neck long

and bare, perfect for me to wrap my fingers around as I fuck her hard, marking her milky flesh with my

fingerprints.

I've had dreams about Kylie in the past, her eyes so full of life deepening to an almost drunken state as

her body writhes under my own.

I want to hurt her, I want to make her bleed by my knife until she is mine, marked and taken. Never in

my mind did I think after Reno's death she will up and walk away from me.

That day at the university I felt like utter shit, I didn't want to be a dick, but it is who I am. My temper is

dangerous, it scares me at times. I can't control it. And what she said was the truth, it stung like a

mother fucker.

My loyalties aren't with my blood brothers, my loyalty belongs to the Famiglia.

I am part of the Mafia, it is in my blood. She doesn't understand that I never really had a choice. It is my

bloodline, my right.

Now she is that fucking bikers. His name is Storm and he isn't a fucking cunt like me, he won't let her

go so easily. Except is she really his. Will, she ever be his, could she even be mine.

"We want to make a deal," I say walking closer to Kylie.

She is the girl who riles me up with just a fucking look. Who makes me feel like a pathetic prick. She

can never know these thoughts.

"Deal? He either comes with me now, or he goes down. Don't underestimate me being here alone for

anything sugar. In twenty minutes I will have his name plastered on every city's most wanted list.”

She snaps, looking at Roberto. Why the fuck is she so focused on him.

"Hear what we have to offer before jumping," I say calmly to her.

My vision never wavering below her bored one. She always looks sexy when she does that but it is the

first time that look is focused on me.

There are ease and confidence to her that is new to me. Storm must be good for her. Or maybe it is

who she is growing into.

A few weeks back I watched him fuck her mouth on the side of the Clubhouse and though I hid it well, I

was fucking angry.

Two men died by my hands that night, and I admit I imagined it was that fucking biker. It was some of

my best work and after that, I got lost in three women with the same shade of hair like my little This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

stepsister.