Kylie Bray (Love, Hate and Billions)

My body and my heart know one thing, and that is the promise of Vincent Stone. That is the curse of addiction.

He is my unobtainable obsession.

“YOU had your chance to chase me made man, now it just isn't possible,” I say it to myself with anguish and heartache pledged deep within my soul as I drop my seat and pick up the speed to my new hot date.

Yes, my hot extra plus one is my car.

But this Mercedes I'm driving is years ahead of its time. I am the only person in the world that owns this Cabriolet Night Edition.

A year ago while I was drooling over Vincent I was also getting my rocks off with a very hot son of one of the Lead engineers of Mercedes.

The dummy car which stood on his side table while I fucked his brains out caught my eye.

After much later with him returning the favor twice, he happily informed me of his father's secret future project.

Which in my mind, interpreted as highly valuable, and something I just had to have. With a neat eight-figure price tag paid in Euro's, I did HAVE it. And just to sweeten the deal, I also purchased the rights to the project for the next five years. Just to be sure.

It is empowering, and exhilarating to drive and own a car so good knowing that not even my brothers had one like it. I wouldn't call it luck, I would say it is just the favor of having really rich parents and very generous two older brothers.

I know one day soon I will have to make my own empire and possibly take over my papas and I am ready for it.

Swerving, gliding, I take the roads with ease. Add in the fact that I left my family Christmas party, I think I am feeling pretty good compared to a few moments ago.

Just twenty minutes ago I faced my stepbrother, who I have practically tied to my existence over eighteen months ago with a full-on pledge of the crippling effect I am attuned to whenever he stepped into a room and for once I hid it. I consider it as a step in the direction I need to step in to.

Now I am being chased by that said brother. I don't feel great, but I feel alive and ready for a good night of wild partying and great company. When I take the next off-ramp and join the interstate heading out of Liston Hills I know exactly where I and my hot date is heading.

It crosses my mind to give Vincent a heads up, but why should I? When has the jackass ever been good to me? Never.

I crank up my Brett Young CD and let the road lead me to temptation because tonight I will be delivering a shit load of evil come Saturday Morning.

The jaguar and its driver, Vincent, tag me the entire way.

wonders what he wants. But mostly I wish he would give up on this and leave me be.

so adamant to

take away the pain, it isn’t going to make me

the long way to Kanla and it’s closing on eleven at night when I get to the Farmhouse, known as The Satan

road and the long driveway that is packed with bikes. I turn my car, and

paying Vincent any mind as I walk to the back

night somewhere. Inside my black backpack contains basic stuff- a toothbrush,

my car boot closed, as Vincent’s shiny shoes come

down my back as I stare into a pair of

leave your family to come here? To a bunch of bikers, making me

take a small step back, my mouth

you do anything, secondly where I go and what I do isn’t your fuckin’ business and lastly I suggest you don’t let Kevin hear you talking to me like that,

David nearly into a coma when

anyone disrespect a woman. Especially his own blood. And Vincent knows that, I know he sees the error

but I really need to talk to you.” He combs his fingers

what?” I ask him, slipping my backpack over my

Reno’s killer,

at the mention of Diamond's real name, at the mention of her

family would find out but not now, especially because

a calm voice, which is the

the reason my cousin was killed, Reno was protecting

don’t pay any heed to what

understand the entire thing would be for me to betray my friend, to betray my other brothers and that is

was you.” Storm's voice has me spinning so

tumbling to the hard ground and damaging my new dress and perfect skin, Vincent grabs my arm,

and I are not done.” His whispered words

Storm's

me, Sweet girl.”

a question to me but a

claiming me like the biker he is. I think it is sweet,