Kylie Bray (Love, Hate and Billions)

Made men.

Society have us believing they are criminals, killers, monsters. They are the cause of all the crime in America. Maybe they are, Maybe they are the vicious inhuman

beasts, that our parents tell us about.

But one of them was also my friend.

He’s the reason Diamond can sit at that damn desk everyday lost in her own world. The reason why I get to live another day, because a made man was what saved our lives.

Reno Catelli was a made man, he was also Diamond's boyfriend and one of the very few friends I had.

Now he's gone, killed at age nineteen.

“Eterno riposo, concedere a loro, o Signore , e lasciare che perpetua risplenda ad essi la luce, Maggio le anime dei fedeli defunti attraverso il ricordo di Dio, riposo in pace. Amen. Our Father, into your hands, O Lord, we humbly entrust our brother Lorenzo Michel Catelli. In this life you embraced him with your….”

Standing in the back of the grave-site near an old frail tree I listen to the priest preach about death and life, the importance of forgiveness and prayer, all the while I watch Diamond from across the crowd of people.

She refuses to look at me, standing sturdily next to her dad. Not too far from the Catelli family and their people but not too close either.

Guess having been the girlfriend of a made man has its perks even in death.

It is hilarious to think about.

I was teasing her, “You saw him yesterday, and you going to see him today, and most probably tomorrow

not in front of preying eyes. But every time I stare at Diamond, those

my vision planted on my best girl, I

aware Diamond needs me now more than ever. I am the one she’s hoping would understand, who would give her strength to

just can't do

my friend, not yet. I need

mother was a

looking at seven years in prison at least

Diamond has The Sin Riders, they’re just a small motorcycle club that doesn't have enough manpower

Satan Snipers Motorcycle Club can, not like Vincent and his men. But getting them to look out for her isn't

look after a girl that would prove more work than just letting

I know, I tried.

more so when they would have to protect her from our own government. And let's face it, babysitting an arguably crazy fifteen-year-old biker princess wasn't high on these people's to-do

fast if I were to share her expertise with either group,

as the family started to throw roses and soil on the black coffin, I knew I'm not going to toss

going to protect her and just hope that in a few months from now Michael will fulfill his promise,

stool

and ragged to match the inner

wants to

hidden in her eyes. I hear everything from the silent, loud glances she

tell her, I can’t,