Kylie Bray (Love, Hate and Billions) novel Chapter 6

Because as he so publicly pointed out the down side to it was-

If you can't talk, you can't get the full experience.

Which brought the reason why Michael was inventing a system that worked from thought.

“Lights off, door open,” I order without raising my voice as I stride toward the white carved China (mainland) doors. Diamond's five foot eight inch frame walks ahead and her pearl glass nail polished finger tips keeps the door open for me.

Once the door is locked I turn to my young friend, who insisted wearing flats today, ready to ask the winning question, “Which of my brothers did you say was waiting downstairs again.”

Cringing, her lips thin, which isn't thin at all, since her lips have always looked overly plump,

“Vincent.”

Just kill me now. Out of all my brothers, Vincent is the worst one I could get stuck with tonight.

Normally they have turns watching us when we go on our rampage. It's the hard rule Diamond and I had no way out of when it came to leaving Liston Hills- our home town, eight months ago.

With Diamond’s dad facing charges on illegal fire arm possession and attempted murder, it was a no brain-er she stayed with me.

My dad was recently assigned with temporary custody of Diamond until her eighteenth birthday.

Due to Diamond's background and questionable family, my entire family worried about both of us and came up with the stupid idea that we get chaperoned at night.

My brothers don't trust bodyguards not to lie so they agreed to do it on their own.

Normally I have a few days to prepare my brain for which brother’s ass-hole-Ness I have to put up with. But not tonight, it's Michael's turn. Just thinking about him hurts.

I cried and begged for his forgiveness but all he ever said was, “In order for me to forgive you Kylie I would have to forget and that requires time.”

Though he said it over the phone I read his words for what he just refused to say - he would never forget, never forgive me.

The mere thought of my actions causes something in my stomach to churn.

Six months have past since that night, one hundred and eighty three days today since he called me Ky.

I couldn't blame him, I don't.

My fuck ups cost him Willow, his long time girlfriend, his true love.

The same woman he chose to propose to on the very day that I ruined it, on the night of my eighteenth birthday.

The obsidian floor length silk wrapping my body from my chest to toes blows to my right, outlining the shape of my toned thighs as Diamond and I leave The Palace in identical dresses.

Assaulted with the chill of the wind and the stench of car fumes my nerves rise with pinpricks of fear spotting the Bentley waiting right in the center of the pick up zone.

The stiff smiling Larus, Vincent's driver slash bodyguard holding the door open, only reinforces my dread.

His tie is always the same black dull shade with his crisp white shirt and black suit a size too large.

It just isn't him.

Larus is too rough on the edges.

His nose is beyond disfigured that even his smile seems malicious.

I never liked the guy and for good reason. Those dead eyes of his just make me shudder and not in a good way.

“Ms Bray, Ms Larken,” I pat him on the back mumbling a soft hello. When he stiffens at the brief contact I slide into the back seat, all pleasantries forgotten.