Kylie Bray (Love, Hate and Billions)

It’s a habit I got from Kevin, he always did it to me growing up, I’m just passing on tradition. Or maybe I did it to him first? Who cares. Tradition is tradition.

My snug covered feet take me down the stairs to open the door. When I reach the last set of steps I see Storm and another Satan Sniper already downstairs’ inside the house surrounded by a mass of College girls.

Kind of hard to ignore when they’re wearing their cuts and bandanas around their necks looking like dirty raunchy sex.

That doesn’t faze me, I've surrounded myself with bikers since I was eight when Diamond invited me to her birthday party at their clubhouse. And over the past year I basically see these guys every weekend.

Not surprised either to find the jocks staying clear of the two bikers. The bikers are the most lethal men in my house.

Taking slow steps down, I watch in complete amusement at the view I have been gleefully gifted with.

The preppy college boys are giving Storm and the other biker, who I can see is Knight a clear berth. Puffing out their golfer covered chests, taking bigger gulps of their glass filled beer or whatever they’re drinking because I would not have red paper cups or even plastic tumblers in my house.

Some of them are looking at the bikers as medieval gods, wondering how many tattoos do these guys have.

And how cool it looks to be bad ass, or have one of them for the night. I know Diago would love the last one.

Others are probably thinking they’re better than these leather covered bikers because their daddies are loaded, whilst others, judging by the few scrunched up faces are considering how many disease’s and dirt these biker men have, let alone criminal records.

That brings my smile to an all time high, because I’m sure most of these people’s parents aren’t just ‘selling insurance'.

Most of the girls are already trying to cop a feel of the bad ass guys that stopped by ‘Kylie Bray's’ house.

A few others are too scared because they either have boyfriends with them or they’re virgins and know when they don’t stand a chance.

The two girls with their asses in the air. Those two, the ones in the corner, looking out the window, kneeling on my gray Venetian couches I had imported just last month from Italy, is Josephine Applegate and Aliyana Capello.

stand a chance with either

is a friend of

pale skin, ash blonde, Aliyana, aka Liya is a member of the Famiglia, and half Russian. She’s an old soul with a spice for danger and a good friend of

set on marrying

no idea as he doesn’t even know she exists but when ever

talking, she will stand there and just smile like one of those Texan pageant girls my

will be like attack

probably play the match maker

in my mind at such a scenario, shaking my

standing here looking like a nut job gone wrong when Storm needs

enough that Storm looks up to see us

mild amusement getting ogled

that wants me as much as he does. Thoughts of Vincent

instinctively wrap my arm around her

was enjoying the view, did you know Liya

also keeping tabs so we good,” Diamond

the steps attached to the hip, my arm around Diamonds waist and

born in a world where people watched me, Diamond was

and she never minded it then and certainly doesn’t

should go to Storm, and talk to him,

is something a jubilant Kylie would do, today I am

the same thoughts as I do. We both steer our long limbs toward the asses that are

the girls denim covered butts. Mine going to Josephine’s

as we call her, merely turns

spins around so fast Diamond holds her arm to steady the frightened mouse from falling off