Kylie Bray (Love, Hate and Billions)

Chapter 64 (Frost)

I take my position as soldier on the left of Zero. Revving my engine.

My blood brother sashays his bike next to me as the others get into riding position.

It is my first BIG ride as a free bird, well as free as I could be.

“Does he know?” Killer asks me as he slips his helmet on.

I watch Beggar moving down the house closer to us, knowing she will be riding with Killer today and

give her a chin lift.

“No. And you are not going to tell him,” I say to him, the warning evident in my cold voice.

It took me a few weeks to get used to the name Killer, but even I can say it's grown on me. Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

If he can accept me as Frost the least I could do is return the favor.

“Five years is a long time to live a lie.”

I laugh at that one, as he starts his bike just as Beggar swings her long legs over and holds his waist.

“Isn't the best memories based on one,” I state, as my eyes track all the others getting on their bikes.

“Storm's changed,” He informs me.

“So have I, he needs me here, he might not see it but I do.” I put my feet in position and rev my bike

louder just as I spot Mercy jumping on hers.

“And when he stops needing you, then what? Once a Satan Sniper always a Satan Sniper.”

“Yeah, yeah, so you keep saying, when Diamond gets back she can be a Satan Sniper too.”

He chuckles with a shake of his head, moving away from me and taking his position at the front next to

River, our president.

Our people are all in position. I turn my head giving Zero a clear signal,

then we ride.

There was a time in my life where I never craved the speed of the bike. I never needed the power of

the throttle.

It was a long time ago.

People look at me now, and they see a killer, they look at me and see the monster, but no one knows

that I am much worse.

I killed my first love because he needed to be stopped, that was the path chosen for me by

circumstance.

Vincent once said when I left the dock my soul died.

It felt like it did at the time, but it was my heart just trying to survive the reminiscent of my fall.

Truth is the day I shot my first love, my soul didn't die with his but froze.

We all have our growing points, defining moments that shape us into who we become.

Some take a ride on the wild side just doing whatever the hell they like.

Maybe it's car racing, hiking, sky diving, drugs, anything to feel that pulse losing rhythm.

The outcome can go two ways, addiction or death, but hey, we're born to die anyway, might as well

speed it up.

Others go through loss, that major kind, like their parents, dying, sisters getting raped or brothers

getting murdered just because they tried to be men and walked through that forbidden dark corner, that

list goes on.

Those people take you to emotional levels others wouldn't even have nightmares about.

If you are lucky enough and you love them, there is no passion greater than what they’ll give back to

you.

No matter how dark that road you walk on.

Then there are people like ME, who never searched for the freedom of choice, who was never burned

with the taste of death until one time in their life it all came crashing down and turned them into that

soulless, jaded, ice-cold being.

Until they were unrecognizable but for the sins, they scorched on this earth.

And this is who I am now and I am okay with that.

Today I leave my life behind me, today I am only Frost, a member of The Satan Sniper's Motorcycle

club.

I don't know what my future has in store for me, I don't know how much of my past will still hold in my

life or even if I would live another day.

But as I ride with my sisters and our men I know that I am without judgment, without destiny.

When we ride it is as one.

Life throws you curveballs, you're going to get hit, and sometimes it's going to sting like a bitch.

Never forget that like there is life and death there is always an end. So keep moving, it ain't gonna get

better but it will definitely make you stronger.

The End