Kylie Bray (Love, Hate and Billions)

Chapter 28 (Kylie)

After that Christmas evening with Storm, things are better in my head. I find myself really looking

forward to seeing the biker. And while I still think of Vincent, I tend to think of Storm too.

I know I am settling, what I feel for Storm isn't enough and I should let him go. But that has always

been my problem. I am selfish because even knowing I would never feel for him the way I feel for

Vincent or even close, I won't end it with Storm.

It gives me a sick thrill to know that such a dangerous guy is in my bed. But it also allows me to face

Vincent.

Recently Vincent is spending more and more time at B-Street, an upper-class club that I myself

frequent twice or three times a week. He greets me now, which I find odd as he has always hated me,

despised me, pretending I didn't exist.

I am not going to deny that I don't still have that thread of hope at the back of my mind that he and I

might get that chance I have wanted since I fell in love with him because that would be a lie. I do. I just

know that it can never happen.

Addiction is serious, it takes a piece of you, feed it and it can control your whole life. I know that now.

As I get older my life becomes bleak, I make choices that aren't always in my best interest but

necessary to protect Diamond.

Vincent Stone isn't a choice, he is a sickness, it is hard to just let him go, even though I have done it for

so long. Only now it is getting difficult again.

I see him too often, he is insistent on talking to me.

Not just a thorn in his side any longer, I don't know what he wants with me. But I know he wants

something.

Since that night at The Satan Sniper's Clubhouse, I don't have a choice but to be wary when I am

around him. There is no alternative but to keep my heart and my brain separate.

I am cautious now.

I have my reasons, but one stands out. Since I found out about the Bratva, those who took my brother

all those months ago, I RECENTLY found out about the Outfit and the Famiglia. Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

The Famiglia brands their property, they take women and turn them into prostitutes. There are stories

that they are into trafficking, drugs and. illegal gambling.

I am not so sure how true these stories are like my friend Aliyana who is also part of the Famiglia

doesn't know herself.

But in order to protect my friend, Diamond who is now working for the Bratva, finding these things out is

my only source of power over the situation.

So now I do what I have to do, go where I need to go. I spend more and more time wrapping myself in

the underworld.

Storm tells me to stay away. He warns me that it won't end well. But I am stubborn like my father.

"Kylie Bray, howdy there, can I get you a drink sugar, on the house." Mike the bartender asks.

He is B-Streets best and finest, he can mix the best fucking Martinis and I ain't shitting you.

Green small eyes and a cut on his lip screams dirty sex. And believe it when I say that a night with

Mike O'Dell in a shower dominating you is going to take you on a spin most women will never

experience.

But hey, when did I say I was mostly women. Including one to say no to a free drink.

"Something spicy caveman,” I yell over the music. Keeping eye contact.

"Spicy hot or a spicy burn babe." Now he is flirting and while I am all for it normally, the man in my bed

or not, tonight I am here for business.

"How about spicy with a bit of fire, and bring my bill,” I dismiss him.

Which I admit is rude but I can't sabotage the reason why I am here.

I need to be alert.

And I do as I sass out the scene in the club, watching the newcomers at the door and also the people

dancing on the floor. Thanking my lucky cards that they haven't put the disco lights on as yet. If they do

then I won't be able to see shit.

Feeling a familiar tug on my arm, I ignore it. Again it happens, and I turn ready to tell whoever it is to

fuck off. But the words die in my mouth because tugging my arm is no other than Vincent.

I just saw him before I stepped into the club. We greeted as we have recently and that was that.

He tilts his head when I arch my brow to say what do you want.

The club is packed and busy. Mike places my drink in front of me.

He remains standing, watching, waiting as I have a stare-off with the guy I love. I know because I can

see Mike from the corner of my eye.

The old me would've used the opportunity to make Vincent jealous, the new me turns to my drink and

takes a sip of fire.

What the hell did this fucker put in my drink? I look at Mike as my throat burns and my chest heats and

he shoots me a wink before sauntering off to the long line of people standing on the opposite end. I

smirk at his playful charm shaking my head.

Taking another sip, dismissing Vincent.

Placing the drink down on the white bar, a familiar hand takes the glass with my fire drink. I twist my

neck watching him drink the liquid as he keeps his sight on me. His cold, agitated eyes.

A little disappointed he swiped my drink but mostly annoyed he is standing here in my space when I am

busy, I pinch my lips together.

He slams the glass on the marble counter and grips my arm. Suspecting him to pull me off my chair,

earning him a very thorough kick to his manhood if he does, again I am surprised when he leans in

close to my face and looks me dead in the eyes.

"You want to meet Luke I suggest you follow me," Vincent says in my face.