Kylie Bray (Love, Hate and Billions)

Chapter 9 (Kylie)

Looking at the rose I wasn't sure what she meant, and I said as much, my mama smiled at me,

“In order to understand love, you would have to understand hatred first, and the only way to learn that is to experience fear.”

Mama touched my cheek and walked out, leaving me alone with that single rose in my hand and my own pebbles scattered to the floor.

I never got what she meant that day and I didn't understand it for the eight months I dated Dexter.

I knew I didn't love him, I knew it because when he started liking other girls I didn't even bat an eye-lash.

But I did understand it the day Vincent Stone walked back into my life.

I was seventeen and my brother Kevin was already patched into The Satan Snipers Motorcycle club in Houston, Texas.

I was meeting Kevin for lunch in Seattle at a small restaurant near one of the Universities I was applying to.

I hardly got to see him since he joined the navy years back. And like always whenever an opportunity presented itself to meet with him I took it with both hands.

That day was no different.

I love my Kevin, I understand him as no one else does.

And the fact that he was meeting me, even though he had ‘shit’ to do, proved that my brother loved me in his own detached way.

I never need the words when his actions speak so loudly.

So that day I made sure I was a couple of minutes early.

I never thought I’d see Vincent walk into the same restaurant. What were the chances, right?

Dressed in a crisp charcoal three piece Italian Suit that screamed money and power Vincent was too overdressed for the small place. I remember the hot flash of nerves riddling my belly.

indented nose, the strong jaw that

exact thing that drew me to

you because honestly speaking there is no other way to describe my stepbrother besides for what he is, imposing

him, maybe it is the

was

and his sharp hazel eyes found me before I even sat my

do, I didn’t know whether to greet him, or pretend

I would have informed him that the restaurant was for

red and black Jordan's

it was years before that day in the small family owned restaurant when

a teenager and I was just a kid who didn't care that he

dressed in his four thousand dollar suit he was a full-grown man,

cared and I didn't stop

God save my

greet me that day, he

walked in, then he got up, buttoned

on the back, whispered a

suit jacket staring

whole thing was clipped, even my mind couldn't find a more appealing way

never stated, but

courage to have asked Kevin, I didn't. I was weak then, still learning, still growing, my

was months later when

we frequented the same places and he was

are- my sappy heart

face when my other half

squirrel at the dumpster behind Trilogy, and then I got

Vincent's luck

turning bad, twisting

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