Kylie Bray (Love, Hate and Billions)

Chapter 33 (Kylie)

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 Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

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?”

I fling my hair to the side as my 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

brains downstairs.

We stop at the eighth door.

I open the white princess cut door for him to go in first with his damsel.

“Nope, Came to see if Aron wanted to join Diamond and me for the horse trails and check on Storm but

they both gone riding, wanted to see Kevin before I head out but he ain't here.”

“Ain't gonna see him now Ky.”

I sigh at what a waste of my time this has been, and tilt my head to the side as a thought saddles up in

my mind.

Watching him lay her down on the bed reminds me of the conversation I had with Kevin yesterday.

“The reason why my brother doesn't want me over. She's Beggar right?” I drawl in a thick Texan

accent.

I stare at the beautiful girl. The one my heartless brother spoke about to David. I was 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 Beggar, curiosity plagued me and I jumped in my ride

with a nagging Diamond and drove six hours from Liston Hills to Kanla a day before schedule.

It was a well worth trip. My brother has never mentioned a woman in his life.

And 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 father's sixteen-year-old daughter, my half-sister.

Kevin ain't foolin’ nobody but himself.

“Yup, she's knocked out, probably going to be for a couple of hours. But I don't wanna leave her alone,

wanna watch TV.”

“No thanks, gotta get back to Diamond, she needs to eat, can't leave her too long,” I shrug.

He doesn't need me to elaborate, he knows that Diamond will go days without eating or bathing while

she gets stuck in the web of her mind unless someone forces her to do it.

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

control him.

Diamond is the ugly and dark side of a living genius.

She's the one the television shows won't tell you about.

She's the genius that the governments capture and keep in deserted places to carry out their sick work.

Diamond is a weapon.

She is what you won't see coming, she acts normal for all intents but I know she is anything but. When

the urge comes it could be months of her stuck in the labyrinth that's her mind. But it's better than her

getting angry.

A cold shiver licks my spine at the thought. My feet take me to the white blinds past the bed and I open

it as my mind clouds on memories of Diamond. How to keep her safe, how to keep her sane.

Diamond is slipping away, I feel it every time she gets that call and I don't know how to stop them, they

are using her and they will continue to do so until she's nothing.

The motorbikes lined in a neat row take up my attention as my mind runs track.

I'm not sure how long I'm standing here but a noise in the room captures my attention.

It starts as a deep gurgle like choking.

You know the sound a person makes when they can't breathe, yeah, this one is worse.

My head naturally spins to the direction of the noise, the bed.

The vision in front of me has me at a standstill. I've always believed myself strong and resilient, a fixer.

But this, this is something I can't fix, this is something that I can't be strong and watch. This is a

breaking point to witness. This is torture.

What I see before me will become the reason I make a choice in the next few months that will take me

on my path of ruin. A path so dark I will never see the end.

I will become the monster your parents warned you about because it was at this moment that I opened

my eyes. At this moment my world became unlocked to that which I was too naïve to believe.

It was at this place, a clubhouse in Kanla on a sunny Friday that I placed my first foot in the fire.

This is when I began my journey. This is when I became Frost.