Kylie Bray (Love, Hate and Billions) novel Chapter 22

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.

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.