Kylie Bray (Love, Hate and Billions)

Chapter 6 (Kylie)

Because as he so publicly pointed out the down side to it was-

If you can't talk, you can't get the full experience.

Which brought the reason why Michael was inventing a system that worked from thought.

“Lights off, door open,” I order without raising my voice as I stride toward the white carved China

(mainland) doors. Diamond's five foot eight inch frame walks ahead and her pearl glass nail polished

finger tips keeps the door open for me.

Once the door is locked I turn to my young friend, who insisted wearing flats today, ready to ask the

winning question, “Which of my brothers did you say was waiting downstairs again.”

Cringing, her lips thin, which isn't thin at all, since her lips have always looked overly plump,

“Vincent.”

Just kill me now. Out of all my brothers, Vincent is the worst one I could get stuck with tonight.

Normally they have turns watching us when we go on our rampage. It's the hard rule Diamond and I

had no way out of when it came to leaving Liston Hills- our home town, eight months ago.

With Diamond’s dad facing charges on illegal fire arm possession and attempted murder, it was a no

brain-er she stayed with me.

My dad was recently assigned with temporary custody of Diamond until her eighteenth birthday.

Due to Diamond's background and questionable family, my entire family worried about both of us and

came up with the stupid idea that we get chaperoned at night.

My brothers don't trust bodyguards not to lie so they agreed to do it on their own.

Normally I have a few days to prepare my brain for which brother’s ass-hole-Ness I have to put up with. novelbin

But not tonight, it's Michael's turn. Just thinking about him hurts.

I cried and begged for his forgiveness but all he ever said was, “In order for me to forgive you Kylie I

would have to forget and that requires time.”

Though he said it over the phone I read his words for what he just refused to say - he would never

forget, never forgive me.

The mere thought of my actions causes something in my stomach to churn.

Six months have past since that night, one hundred and eighty three days today since he called me Ky.

I couldn't blame him, I don't.

My fuck ups cost him Willow, his long time girlfriend, his true love.

The same woman he chose to propose to on the very day that I ruined it, on the night of my eighteenth

birthday.

The obsidian floor length silk wrapping my body from my chest to toes blows to my right, outlining the

shape of my toned thighs as Diamond and I leave The Palace in identical dresses.

Assaulted with the chill of the wind and the stench of car fumes my nerves rise with pinpricks of fear

spotting the Bentley waiting right in the center of the pick up zone.

The stiff smiling Larus, Vincent's driver slash bodyguard holding the door open, only reinforces my

dread.

His tie is always the same black dull shade with his crisp white shirt and black suit a size too large.

It just isn't him.

Larus is too rough on the edges.

His nose is beyond disfigured that even his smile seems malicious.

I never liked the guy and for good reason. Those dead eyes of his just make me shudder and not in a

good way.

“Ms Bray, Ms Larken,” I pat him on the back mumbling a soft hello. When he stiffens at the brief contact

I slide into the back seat, all pleasantries forgotten.

A pair of hazel eyes assaults my mood further, wrecking it with every second that ticks by, slaying me

with its sharpness.

I huff,

“Vincent,” feigning frustration, when I am anything but.

His chisel jaw tightens, jerking his head with a robotic nod that I am supposed to take as a hello.

Normally if it was any other guy, I would've blessed him with my Southern charm and schooled him on

manners of how to treat a lady.

But with Vincent, I merely drop my gaze and pretend that he did actually greet me.

In fact in my mind I pretend that he kissed my cheek as my other brothers would and asked me how I

was doing.

Diamond slams the door quickly as she gets in, earning her a chilling glare from Larus. Which she

matches with one of her own.

I nudge her to snap out of it before turning my attention to the window.

I don't expect Vincent to say anything, he is normally quiet in front of an audience.

I guess I should've known something about today is different,

maybe noticed that he's edgy,

tense,

but I don't.

His gaze however I do pay close attention to, it's inscrutable as he takes us both in - me sitting close to

the window and fifteen year old Diamond plastered to my side.

Leaning back in his seat opposite me as the car moves, his legs spread apart.

We make a sharp turn into the chaos of Washington’s peak hour as his hands flatten on his thighs,

and just like that he is the imposing MAN I have come to know.

But, I don't really know him.

The glint from the big ring on his index finger- a permanent reminder of who he is and what he’s done

to get there taunts me with that singular piece of knowledge.

Does anyone really know him?

I ask that question thousands of times in my head, every freakin’ day, always I arrive at the same

bland, depressing answer.

Vincent Stone isn't the type who would allow such a thing.

To Vincent, letting someone know you is a weakness.

Vincent Stone is hardened by purpose,

he is calculated,

Everything he does has a higher, more important outcome.

A singular goal.

I know that much.

How could I not when the very reason he is even in this car is for one,

POWER.