Kylie Bray (Love, Hate and Billions) novel Chapter 62

Two Months Later

“Stop this Vincent please.”

I stand in the blood of the dead, begging the man that I love to not avenge me.

He is silent as he stares at me and for a second, just a second I think that he is going to stop.

I am a fool to think that.

He strolls up to me, never , not once dropping his eyes from mine.

He stops just a breath a way.

I swallow hard, a deep frown marring my skin.

He lifts his hand to my long hair twirling his finger around a few strands.

I don’t have to look to know that is what he is doing because he has done it so many times these past few months.

A few years ago just that mere touch would’ve had me melting but as I stand here today in the blood of my enemy by the hands of my first love, I admit that I am ashamed.

I am ashamed and embarrassed to love this man, who insists he kills these people in my name, who finds death and blood shed an art.

I, Marcus Bray's daughter am ashamed.

“Where's the fun in that?” his voices it so soft , “told you sweet girl you are my muse.”

His words once served as a caress to my skin when he whispered them into my ear.

I was blinded by the idea that he could love me. I held out hope that I would free his soul.

But Vincent doesn’t need freeing, his plight for Vengeance in my name is too great , too live in his mind to let anyone save him.

I know that now. But knowing and doing the right thing about it is a whole new ball game.

“Why won’t you stop, please, I can’t.”

He grips the few strands, he was seconds ago twirling and tugs it hard, getting up in my face until our noses are touching.

“This is what I do Kylie, this is who I am, I am a fucking killer.”

He pushes me back slightly and I barely catch myself as I watch him looking up to the ceiling.

He seems to have a clear thought in all his madness,

“Let's go, before the cops come.”

There is so much I want to say, so many things I want to know.

The most important one though is how much blood will Vincent bathe in before he spills Lucca's.

Instead, I just say the one thing that I can, the one emotion I want to feel more even if it's a lie,

“I hate you.”