Kylie Bray (Love, Hate and Billions) novel Chapter 11

I didn't know that the Famiglia accepted men that were only half Italian, but what do I know about the Mafia, not much.

The stubble on his jaw is new. The dead look in his eyes as he approaches me isn't.

We never had much of a relationship.

Vincent was raised by his mother and until a year back he was only a name attached to a teenage boy.

But ever since that day in the restaurant I wanted him to notice me, like I noticed him. That day he wasn't just a guy with a name,

he became more,

even after he ignored me, pretending that I was nothing.

But why try so hard to pretend unless it could be something right?

It is no secret that I want to have a close relationship with him but not like the one I share with David and Michael, I want more. He knows that. I know he knows, because I told him recently. However, it would never be. I have accepted it.

What other choice do I have, when all he ever does is remind me I am nothing to him. I’m aware that my feelings for Vincent won’t just shut off.

It can't die without being flamed, because to kill something it would have to be rooted- a lifeline, a living thing.

My penchant for Vincent Stone has none and I'm sure his hatred for me, or ‘deep disregard’ as Reno put it, stems from that mere fact.

He wants me to whither, disappear but unfortunately for him I am front and center. Reno’s death came at a high price and soon the Famiglia would know who killed their own.

It wouldn't be long after that when they figure out why.

Taking in the crisp sour air, that mixed with the stench of decomposed flesh I don't take my eyes off the six foot three inch man as his muscular thighs swallow up the distance that separates us.

He stops next to me, the roughened texture of his suit jacket brushing my bare arm, eliciting shivers down my spine.

“What the fuck are you doing here Kylie? Go home! I’ll bring Diamond later.”

His eyes crinkle in what I can say is certain HATE.

Nostrils flared in disgust.

His mouth, his succulent mouth, his finest weapon, shattering me with just words.