Kylie Bray (Love, Hate and Billions)

I watch her tall lithe form walking toward the jet.

I stand in wait, patiently watching Vincent get out of his car.

His jacket is now gone, his disheveled hair giving the impression he ran his hands numerous times through the mass, on the drive here. A slight breeze, elicits shivers down my spine, as goosebumps prickle on my tanned flesh. I run my hands down my naked arms. My face changing into a frown the closer he gets to me.

“What are you doing here?” I ask straight away.

“There is obviously a problem, I want to help.” I raise my eyebrows at his blunt answer because him helping us in any way is foreign.

“We don't need your help, I SUGGEST you run along to your people and leave us to our own devices.” I am not sure where my confidence is coming from, it has never shown itself in the face of Vincent before.

Maybe the reason being is that my brother is missing.

Or that I know he doesn't really want to help, he just wants an in with his brothers, my brothers, and that thought, that knowledge pisses me off. My brother is missing. I don't have time for games now.

his shirt sleeves up his hairy arms that I have spent nights imagining wrapped

hardened eyes of his that I have spent months hoping would look at me with interest just once, widen in shock, as his jaw, the jaw I spent hours wishing I could touch just

want

be pissed off, I want

my

that I will never have him. I will never touch him. He will never look at me and want me. Vincent will always be a made-man and I will always be

never feel a thing for me. I have to let him go. It angers me to the point that the words pour out of my mouth, but they are coming from somewhere deeper inside

the day you left, you chose the Rosetti family over the Stones, so don't come here and expect a pity fucking welcome, because you are NOT getting one, I have taken all your little fucked up shit you had to offer, hoping that there is some good in you, now I

somewhere, waiting for somebody to save him. My best friend has a target on

me, to a point we don't

man that will never love me. Vincent Stone isn't just my addiction but a

as I march away from the man that for some unknown reason I love that I make a promise to myself- I will not let my unrequited love

distance myself from this man and kill any feelings I