Kylie Bray (Love, Hate and Billions) novel Chapter 30

Why does she make me so fucking crazy? I can't believe she would go to such lengths to appease Michael. What is it about their connection that is so confusing, so mind-boggling?

She fucked up his relationship for fucks sake.

I spent a week with Michael in New York and not once did he mention his ex. Yet Kylie, Kylie's name is like a switch in my brother's head.

When he hears it, his mind triggers. I see it in his eyes, every fucking time. But I say nothing. It isn't my place.

Michael's relationship with Kylie is between them, and though I convince myself it is just a closeness they have because they are step-siblings, I know it is more.

Which is the reason why I never understood what she wanted with me.

Why me? She looked at me like I was her fucking hero or something.

From a young age, I learned that I am no hero, I'm the villain. The man that takes life not saves it.

The path I have lived, the path I will live is not for the weak. And I always thought Kylie weak, needy, but as she stands here today in that fucking silky dress that should be worn to bed I wonder if I have been wrong.

I have wanted her since I saw her at that fucking Gala almost two years ago, still do, but I know, knew then all those months ago that I can't, couldn’t have what I wanted.

Yet, recently there is this part of me that is drawn to her.

These emotions are dangerous and can get a lot of people killed. With the Bratva closing in on our territory I have no time for a woman beside a good fuck.

My gaze sweeps over her as I think these thoughts. Her hair is longer than what I remember, yet still the same black raven color I know too well.

Her cheeks are hollow, and the curve of her jawline prominent yet dainty. The column of her neck long and bare, perfect for me to wrap my fingers around as I fuck her hard, marking her milky flesh with my fingerprints.