Kylie Bray (Love, Hate and Billions)

After that Christmas evening with Storm, things are better in my head. I find myself really looking forward to seeing the biker. And while I still think of Vincent, I tend to think of Storm too.

I know I am settling, what I feel for Storm isn't enough and I should let him go. But that has always been my problem. I am selfish because even knowing I would never feel for him the way I feel for Vincent or even close, I won't end it with Storm.

It gives me a sick thrill to know that such a dangerous guy is in my bed. But it also allows me to face Vincent.

Recently Vincent is spending more and more time at B-Street, an upper-class club that I myself frequent twice or three times a week. He greets me now, which I find odd as he has always hated me, despised me, pretending I didn't exist.

I am not going to deny that I don't still have that thread of hope at the back of my mind that he and I might get that chance I have wanted since I fell in love with him because that would be a lie. I do. I just know that it can never happen.

Addiction is serious, it takes a piece of you, feed it and it can control your whole life. I know that now. As I get older my life becomes bleak, I make choices that aren't always in my best interest but necessary to protect Diamond.

Vincent Stone isn't a choice, he is a sickness, it is hard to just let him go, even though I have done it for so long. Only now it is getting difficult again.

I see him too often, he is insistent on talking to me.

Not just a thorn in his side any longer, I don't know what he wants with me. But I know he wants something.

Since that night at The Satan Sniper's Clubhouse, I don't have a choice but to be wary when I am around him. There is no alternative but to keep my heart and my brain separate.

I am cautious now.

Bratva, those who took my brother all

Famiglia brands their property, they take women and turn them into prostitutes. There are stories that they are into trafficking, drugs and.

sure how true these stories are like my

the Bratva, finding these things out is

where I need to go. I spend more and more time

to stay away. He warns me that it won't end well. But

Bray, howdy there, can I get you a drink sugar, on the

is B-Streets best and finest, he can mix the best fucking Martinis and I ain't shitting

a cut on his lip screams dirty sex. And believe it when I say that a night with Mike O'Dell in a shower dominating you is going

was mostly women. Including one to say no to

yell over the music. Keeping eye

am all for it normally, the man in my

bit of fire, and

rude but I can't

to be

the door and also the people dancing on the floor. Thanking my lucky cards that they haven't put the disco lights on as yet. If they do then I

I ignore it. Again it happens, and I turn ready to tell whoever it is to fuck off. But the words die in my mouth because tugging my