Kylie Bray (Love, Hate and Billions)

I didn't know that the Famiglia accepted men that were only half Italian, but what do I know about the Mafia, not much.

The stubble on his jaw is new. The dead look in his eyes as he approaches me isn't.

We never had much of a relationship.

Vincent was raised by his mother and until a year back he was only a name attached to a teenage boy.

But ever since that day in the restaurant I wanted him to notice me, like I noticed him. That day he wasn't just a guy with a name,

he became more,

even after he ignored me, pretending that I was nothing.

But why try so hard to pretend unless it could be something right?

It is no secret that I want to have a close relationship with him but not like the one I share with David and Michael, I want more. He knows that. I know he knows, because I told him recently. However, it would never be. I have accepted it.

What other choice do I have, when all he ever does is remind me I am nothing to him. I’m aware that my feelings for Vincent won’t just shut off.

It can't die without being flamed, because to kill something it would have to be rooted- a lifeline, a living thing.

has none and I'm sure his hatred for me, or ‘deep disregard’ as Reno

wants me to whither, disappear but unfortunately for him I am front and center. Reno’s death came at a high price and soon the Famiglia would know

after that

mixed with the stench of decomposed flesh I don't take my eyes off the six foot three inch man as his

to me, the roughened texture of his suit

are you doing here Kylie? Go home! I’ll

crinkle in what I can

Nostrils flared in disgust.

mouth, his succulent mouth, his finest weapon, shattering me with

spend hours talking about the times

but now,

with so much on

his statement rips me.

this moment, so frail. And as my tears threaten to spill even I

bit of self morality I

like it's getting stripped off, leaving me naked,

that my emotions give him so much power to hurt me, but it sickens me that he does it over

learn to be strong enough to control my treacherous