Kylie Bray (Love, Hate and Billions)

Chapter 12 (Kylie)

My breathing picks up as I inhale the strong scent of his cologne and the brandy on his breath. The rush of heat beating between my legs, a familiar wanton of sinful lust my body possessed when Vincent was in a close proximity.

On one side of the bridge I hate these unrequited predilections. It haunts me with what I could never have. The other side, that disturbed part of me thrives in the knowledge that I want this man, who is so unattainable.

I'm like a Lioness who wants, needs the chase.

If everyone could have it,

I don't want it and no one can have Vincent Stone because Vincent Stone is a man bound in blood and honor, born with death on his hands and a target on his back.

Vincent Stone is a made man and nobody owned a made man besides God, the mafia and himself.

“Jesus fuck Kylie, do you honestly think they want you here.”

Those words do what his cologne and brandy scented body couldn’t. They finish me.

“What?” I don’t recognize that soft note as it leaves my mouth.

Who is this weak girl?

Who is she, this girl that’s talking? Where am I, Kylie Bray, the vivacious girl from Liston Hills?

Where is she gone? I scream inside my head.

'Stop, you hurting yourself, please just STOP'. Except I can't, there is something wrong with my head. There is something not right inside me.

I am standing in front of this man, who I continue to love even though he has time and time again hurt me.

but they still cut

wrong with me?!

for this man?! I

is going

I. Don’t. Fuck. Little girls! , So stay

of his tone and the proximity of his suit

tears spill silently as my mind and body cripple

he opens his mouth. He fractures me with his

my sappy ones, telling me that he understands it very well, but just doesn't give a fuck, because I am

This is it.

love this man. I

it is obvious

is a made man and I am just a

push at his chest wordlessly. Leaving him as he stumbles back in shock. My heavy feet storm away from him. If he wants

lying in that coffin anyway, he's dead and hopefully his ghost is beating the fuck out of Vincent’s

voice just makes my feet move faster

want me gone, I'm going. And

say these words. Not knowing if they are

to convince myself that I don't give a penny if he hears it or not. I want to say there is so much

were serious problems to attend to than getting

it. I feel like a junky addicted to shit drugs and I fucking hate myself at this moment for it. I keep doing this, keep allowing him so much

Stone is a huge asshole and I know , I so know that

a taste of

get your ass here

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