Kylie Bray (Love, Hate and Billions) novel Chapter 4

"Ssshh, we don't want my aunt to catch us, she's crazy." I roll my eyes.

Using my finger, I move it in circular motions to make my point.

"I heard that Kylie."

I squeal, grabbing Dakota’s hand in a tight grip.

My aunt is waiting by the other kitchen door that leads to the passage. Her cheeks are flushed and red. She must've ran to the tree house on the end of the property. Why would she think I’d go there.

Aunt Milda isn't blonde like mama but she did have the famous Orniel blue eyes. She is my mama's younger sister but not the brightest.

"I need to call papa Aunt Milda,” I tell her.

Her response is a stern look, but we both know she isn't fooling anyone. My Aunt is as soft as mush, crazy, but soft.

I don't chance it though, I am still scared she might call me back to eat that meat.

Keeping my grip tight on Dakota’s hand I waste no time pushing past my Aunt.

My mama keeps telephones and cell phones all over the house, so it doesn't take me long to spot the one on the white sofa.

Letting go of Dakota’s hand I throw myself on the couch, dialling my papa. It doesn't ring long before I hear my papas voice,

“Kylie.”

“Papa, I need help, it's business.” I drawl in my squeaky voice.

My papa is silent before he starts laughing. I am confused as to why he is laughing. I hear a giggle behind me- Dakota is laughing too. It must be something in the air making all these people crazy.

After hours, which is really just a minute my papa clears his throat, “What can I do for you Miss Bray.”

Now I start giggling, my papa is so funny,

“Papa,” I roll my eyes,

“My new friend needs a nickname.”

“A what honey?”

“A nickname papa, you know like Stone calls me Ky, she says her papa own them motorcycle clubs and she needs a nickname.”

My papa is quiet, before he clears his throat, I don't know why he does it so often,

“I see, Michaels new student.”

“You know her papa,” I question.

“Yes, honey, how about you give her a nickname, then it will be special. This is something you can handle yourself Kylie. You are my daughter honey, I trust you.”

I sit up straight at the tone in his voice, my papa trusts me to handle this myself, I won't let him down.

“Okay papa, I gotta go, love ya.”