Kylie Bray (Love, Hate and Billions)

My feet pain, just as my heart squeezes in agony with every step I take closer to the jet. I don't see but hear Vincent leave and for the first time I am not going to worry about that, I know I have to let him go.

He was never mine to begin with. And though I bleed in my reality that our story was never a story, just a figment of my imagination, I know forgetting him is what I have to do.

My steps slow down as I spot the guy standing next to Michael's Chrome Jet, near the air-stairs wearing A Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club jacket, which they call a cut. He is looking like a model from those tattoo biker books Diamond keeps begging me to buy every damn month.

What a fine piece of meat with those ripped dark Jeans. And maybe if I wasn't so close to the brink of breaking down I would have told him just that. He doesn't see me looking at him, as his attention is on his phone.

So I stare at him a second or two longer before I continue moving closer to the Aircraft. Diamond is probably already inside the jet ready to leave. I scan the place for Kevin as I walk on closer to the Chrome machine. I almost miss Kevin, as his profile comes into view from the opening of the Jet beckoning me to hurry.

He says something to the biker and the guy moves up the ramp two steps at a time.

I don't look at the guy again as I get to the ramp and ascend the twelve steps up at a leisured pace. Preparing myself for what I have to do, and that is to be focused on finding my brother. I can mend my heart another day.

Kevin engulfs me into a hug, for my benefit. I hold him tight, inhaling his familiar smell, enjoying the comfort of his warmth. His opium scent washes over me in a protective comfort.

“Michael sure doesn't give me a time to freshen up does he.”

I roll my eyes, making light of the situation.

“Hello to you too baby girl, saw Vincent, everything good.”

Kevin's blue gaze locks on to mine, so aware, and sharp with focus that I drop my own, not willing him to see that I am breaking inside.

I shrug in response, I don't have an answer and with Kevin I never need one.

Feeling the heat of my brother's dead blank look, I still don't meet his gaze.

pinches my cheek, something he has done these past

bend my head and walk into

Michael didn't design this jet for extravagance, he designed it for speed and business and that is what it

luxury, is what he said to the reporters when they got the inside

rows of seats are empty besides the two occupied on either end. Diamond at the back already with her laptop open and recliner up. And the biker seated comfortably

biker's back is facing me so he can't see me approaching. I

“Names, Storm.”

removes his sunglasses and what I see in his small familiar brown eyes, and frown etched onto his

I

I've seen you a few times at the clubhouse,

tracks to my mouth as

that, surprised at his strong

time or two as well, mostly behind the clubhouse with your

have seen this guy a few times, mostly in the heat of passion with one of the members of his

weren't so muddled up in my brain to see straight I would be certain the biker is blushing. For some reason it makes

to sit right next to Storm and interrupts our little conversation just in time. As I don't think I could have kept it up any longer, I

to be home today, went for a training camp this week, his coach said the team went to a pub two nights back, so thought

seat, my attention on my

“That isn't like him, he would've at least told me, did they

best friends since Aiden moved to Liston Hills about ten

fishing today at Lucan's parent's dam, said the last time he heard from Jace was early hours of

say anything to that, because something isn't right. Either Aiden is keeping secrets or my brother

check out the pub, there's a training ground not too far from the place. Jamie can land there, Killer and I can take a ride down and check