Kylie Bray (Love, Hate and Billions)

Scanning critically over the biker's black leather pants, it's old and terrible, but his black t-shirt is perfect. I bought that for him. I'm about to say as much when I'm startled at the soft gaze he gives the sleeping form that is undoubtedly unconscious by the angle of her neck.

I've known the Enforcer of The Satan Snipers for five years and he's never looked at a woman like that, not even when he was with tiny Falon. Never liked that bitch.

“She's our new prospect. A hello to you too Kylie. I’m great and how are you doing as well Kylie.” He lifts his head to me.

The scar under his eye makes the one eye seem smaller compared to the other. It used to have me cringing and flinching at the biker, but over the years he has become one of the very few friends I have.

“You know how I feel about pleasantries Zero. I’ll follow you up.”

He shakes his head with a smile and moves toward the stairs.

Already knowing I'm a lost cause. I hate greeting people, I hate meeting people, I hate saying goodbye to people.

Yes, there's a lot of things I hate, I can afford to. If you don't like me, well scratch that of course you gonna like me, I'm Kylie Bray.

My mama said hate is a strong word to use. So I asked her why if it's how I feel. She said true hate is something that has to run deep, it has to be unforgiving. I told her it was exactly how I felt about her leaving me for three years, without a note, message and goodbye. She didn't even say hello when she returned. Well that just had her leaving the room, end of conversation.

I tail behind the big biker, my boots heavy on the dark gray carpeted stair case.

“You saw my Kevin?”

“He’s gone out, why what's up? You need something?”

denim covered legs climb higher up. I almost groan as the masculine products fill my nose as we pass the bathroom. Finally I'm away from the disinfectant clogging my

stop at the

the white princess cut door for him

horse trails and check on Storm but they both gone riding, wanted to see Kevin before I

see him now

waste of my time this has been, and tilt my head to the side as

lay her down on the bed reminds me of the conversation I had with

doesn't want me over. She's Beggar right?” I drawl in

David's office when he got the call. He had the phone on speaker while he worked. When Kevin said he met a girl and she was homeless who insisted on the name

trip. My brother has never mentioned

I can see why this one is different. Nice pale skin, dark hair that is as long as mine and pitches black just like mine but whereas hers is months away from dying, mine is fully straight and shiny. It's also the color of Natasha’s hair, Natasha's skin. My

for a couple of hours.

get back to Diamond, she needs

will go days without eating or bathing while she gets stuck

Michael who has control of his ‘genius’ and uses it rather than lets his mind

and dark side

the one the television shows won't tell you

governments capture and keep in

Diamond is a weapon.