Kylie Bray (Love, Hate and Billions)

Chapter 22 (Kylie)

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. NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

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.

The only two women downstairs who would stand a chance with either biker and the only two not

interested.

Josephine the red head is a friend of mine, and also prefers boobs over dick.

The 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 mine.

Aliyana never looks for attention, she is dead set on marrying Leonardo Catelli when she is older.

How is she going to accomplish that? I have no idea as he doesn’t even know she exists but when ever

he is in a room my poor friend gets brain freeze and wet panties.

I would put my Maserati on the table that if Leonardo walked up to her and started talking, she will

stand there and just smile like one of those Texan pageant girls my mama always likes watching.

And I will be like attack girl.

Diamond would probably play the match maker while pissing the guy off.

I laugh silently at the vision forming in my mind at such a scenario, shaking my head.

“Why are you standing here looking like a nut job gone wrong when Storm needs saving.”

Diamond’s words cut through the music as she voices this loud enough that Storm looks up to see us

standing on the staircase.

His face transforms instantly from mild amusement getting ogled by the ladies to mighty interested.

Way to boost my ego. It’s nice to have a man that wants me as much as he does. Thoughts of Vincent

start to creep in but I shake it off like I've been practicing, training myself to do.

Diamond stands next to me on the long ivory stairs, and I instinctively wrap my arm around her waist,

bend my head toward her ear and whisper,

“I was enjoying the view, did you know Liya was joining us.”

“Yup, she texted me an hour ago, I also called Sam and Fat Matt for extra men just to be safe, Andrew

is also keeping tabs so we good,” Diamond says this in my ear, looking at the crowd, while Beyoncé

sings her heart out about falling in love with her radio.

We move down the steps attached to the hip, my arm around Diamonds waist and her hand holding my

fingers on her stomach.

The eyes that follow us do nothing, I was born in a world where people watched me, Diamond was

raised in that world since she became my friend.

It came with the title and she never minded it then and certainly doesn’t mind it now.

I should go to Storm, and talk to him, but he wasn’t invited.

Acting like a belle Queen and going to meet the bikers is something a jubilant Kylie would do, today I

am a chilled, 'don't fuck with me,’ Kylie.

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

tagged hogging my window.

We stop in front of the two women , looking at each other, we both grin like the two brats we are as our

hands smack the girls denim covered butts. Mine going to Josephine’s and Diamond’s hand landing

masterfully on Liyas. I like these moments, even if my smiles are smaller these days.

Josephine or Josey as we call her, merely turns her head.

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

sofa.

I gesture with a tilt of my head to the two of them to follow us to the back of the house and soon

enough the four of us are heading to my cave.

Keying in a code for the only black door in the house, we step in through the door. Can’t say I’m

surprised when Storm and Knight walk in after Diamond.

The room is a female version of a man cave, well scratch that it’s my man cave.

Deep oak shelves layered with intricacies I have collected over the years with the numerous times I

have traveled the world, take up most of this small space.

Unlike most rich people that prefer to keep their alcohol hidden I show mine off in a glass fitted cabinet

on the left under a blue luminous light.

Inside the cabinet is stacks of glasses which Diamond is currently opening now and pulling one of the

said glasses out.

“Did you miss me sweet thang.” Storm’s question has me turning to face him. His brown shaggy hair

shortened from the last time I saw him.

Deep dark brown eyes still promising me things I don’t want him promising because god knows I can't

give him those promises back. Asking my heart to function at the same pace as my brain and that

beating organ in between my legs was , wouldn’t , well more like couldn’t happen.

I smile a tiny bit, my eyebrow arching,

“So what brings the mighty Storm to my humble abode.”

My hands make air quotes when I say the latter.

He makes his own hand gesture of open space and laughs,

“Humble, sweet thang? You don’t know the meaning of humble.”

I shrug because he is correct, I don’t.

“Liya, want a drink sugar?” I say this with my eyes still on Storm before I look at Liya.

“Yes, Hennessy.” She answers from the sofa where she now sits self-consciously next to the Italian

biker, Knight.