Kylie Bray (Love, Hate and Billions) novel Chapter 48

“So what now, you all here to judge me,” I yell at them, my head shaking, hands flailing the air.

“Huh, you want to give Kylie an old fashion tough love speech, well FUCK you all,” I laugh, but it is dead.

Where were they when I needed them?

Where the fuck were they?!

I point my finger first at Michael, “FUCK YOU.” Then David, “FUCK YOU.” Then Jace, “FUCK YOU.” Then Vincent, “FUCK YOU.” Then to Kevin, “AND A BIGGEST FUCK YOU.”

They all stare at me, none of them saying anything.

It gives me pause. Minutes tick by, they all just stand, and I hate it.

“Are you done bitching? I wanna eat!” Kevin stares long and hard at me. No judgment, no bullshit.

I look at all my brothers and it is the same with them, no judgment.

Kylie Bray would have felt like shit right now, but she's dead.

Taking a moment to sort my head out, I shrug, because who gives a fuck.

I smack Kevin on the head, “Yeah we can eat.”

He normally smacks me back and it takes me a few seconds until it registers. I give my brother one last look and his blue eyes tell me all I need to know.

He knows everything. You can't hide things from the ghost. But it also shows me something else, retribution.

I turn to walk up the stairs when Jace puts his arm around my shoulder turning me back to the stairs I was about to go down,

“That way, Ky,” pointing lazily with one of his fingers

“You never really thought we were going to go back in there now did you,” David says from behind me.

“Fuck no, I need a proper steak not fucking chew pieces,” Kevin states going down the stairs, as Jace and I follow.

“Can you take your hand off my shoulder,” I say to Jace because it makes me feel uncomfortable?

I don't want people touching me, I had enough of that.

We find a restaurant not far from the place we left. And though everything sounds normal, it is not.

I don't feel like talking, I don't have any smart comebacks for David, or stories for Jace.

I don't have any close connection with Michael and he senses that because like me he is quiet. Watching me, waiting for something.

Vincent gets up several times to answer phone calls and by the end of the night, my brothers are all leaving except Vincent. The two of us stay behind and wait for his men, or soldiers as he calls them to bring his car.

We are driving somewhere, it isn't back to the hotel and I don't feel like questioning Vincent on our whereabouts.

In fact, since my brothers all left we’ve barely said two words to each other.

We stop off at what looks like an abandoned shed, and I don't think anything of it when I step out of the car and follow Vincent inside.

I should, I should have stopped, I should have asked.

My eyes widen at the naked man sitting in the chair. A face of many that I would never forget.

I remember him, small dick, big hands, skull tattoo on his neck.

Since I left the dock, since I am back I haven't had any dreams like Beggar. I am not haunted by it. I am just dead, numb.