Kylie Bray (Love, Hate and Billions) novel Chapter 23

His dark eyes staring intently at my poor friend. Chin length hair hanging loosely around his face, making him look harsh in an unkempt way.

I should want to laugh as I look at the two of them, all I manage is a simple smile.

“Knight, stop staring at my friend you making her uncomfortable.” Diamond orders, going toward the two of them with two coronas in her hand.

She hands one to Knight, and takes a sip of the other, blocking my view of the guy.

Josey also walks past me, stops and openly looks at Storm from his boots to the top of his head and back to his face,

“So you the party crasher I take it, my names Josey. Don’t tell me yours I don’t care, just don’t ruin my fun because I will kick your ass so fast you would think new years came early caprende?”

She doesn’t wait for an answer, just brushes past Storm and I follow not looking at the guy who has unknowingly been helping me to move on from my obsession with Vincent.

Josey and I have a seat on the brown leather sofa next to the door. The place looks quite small now but it isn’t. I haven’t opened the other side.

This part is just a front , behind my display on the oak shelves is a full on hang out space for me and my closest friends.

These two bikers don’t fit in that category.

With a pool in the center and three four meter wide steps going from the black onyx pool to a white leather flat couch that expands four and a half meters long. And custom made glass armrests. Black marble ceilings with corner lights that change from blue to orange or white brighten the room.

On the other side is an area with a custom made vintage styled pool table, a dart board because I am a country girl and an electric bull that doesn’t fit in place with the chic but modern elegance as the room, but fits perfectly with my personality.

I am going to wait patiently until I am done with Storm and Knight before the girls and I go really relax.

“Jokes aside, what really brings you here?”

Directing my question to the Italian biker, Knight, I completely ignore Storms presence still lurking in the center of the room.

“We looking for YOUR brother, Vincent.”

The name serves as a whiplash to my heart as it leaves Storm's mouth. Diamond is the only person that knows my struggle , that knows how weak I am when it comes to Vincent.

“What do you want with Vincent.” Liya questions them, getting up and moving to stand not too far from Storm.

Liya resembles a younger girl, with her tiny body covered in a tight jeans and loose blouse and those peach pumps she loves so much.

“I don’t discuss club business.”

He faces her short form crossing his arms over his covered chest.

“He isn’t part of your club, he is a member of the Famiglia. When his name left your mouth it became my business,” Liya points out.

Her gaze dead set on Storms, his on hers, in a stand off of wills.

Knowing I have to do something or things could go really bad fast, I get up and take the few steps directly between Storm and Liya, my back facing Storm.

“Why don’t you go on and pour yourself a glass of that heat you wanted sugar.”

My smile is genuine as I watch her glaring at Storm’s form behind me. Just when I think that she won’t move she leaves this small space to do just as I asked.

I face Storm,

“As much as I like the idea of you in my house, I am going to ask you to leave, this is a celebration, not an interrogation, and right now you coming here into my house , questioning me on the whereabouts of a man I have no inclination to see, is crossing a line you don’t want to be crossing. You want to know where Vincent is, go find him yourself.”

I may be weak when it comes to Vincent, but Storm is just a man I fancy.

He is a small antidote to a drug I crave. So it isn’t hard when I say my piece. It isn’t difficult when I watch his face harden like I just struck a baseball bat across it.

And my heart certainly doesn’t shred an ounce when he turns toward the door we came in from, nudging his head for Knight to follow and leaves.

No it isn't hard at all.