Kylie Bray (Love, Hate and Billions) novel Chapter 63

Papa took the long drive back to Washington. We stopped for takeout and ate in silence.

We both knew it, both of us knew that I had reached my point.

This was it.

I said nothing to papa as he held my hand and we took the long ride up to his Penthouse suite. There was nothing left to be said.

I kissed my papa's cheek and I went into my white and lilac room.

Taking off my shoes, jeans and bra. I then sat on my bed and I finally let that truth in.

My fingers interlocked around my toes of my right foot. I placed my chin to my knee while my other leg dangled off the bed and I cried.

I cried for all those nights I sat lonely. I cried for all those days I wished he would love me.

I cried because I was raped and tortured and the man that claimed to own me was using me as an excuse to kill innocent people.

And I cried for us because no matter how hard I tried, no matter how long I wished and hoped, I would never truly have Vincent Stone because the fact was Vincent Stone wasn't mine. He was in love with someone else and I was just a pawn on his board. A reason he needed to take more lives, kill more innocent people.

Vincent Stone was a killer and I was just the excuse.

I sat in my father's penthouse in Washington DC and for the first time I let it all out.

My body shook with the extent of my heartache.

My eyes burned with my love as the tears fell continuously down my cheeks, and my brain, my brain became resigned.

It realized that Vincent Stone and me, Marcus Bray's daughter would never be more.

I wasn't sure how much time past, or how long I sat there.

But when my tears dried up and the hole in my heart froze, I got up and slipped on my jeans.

I walked to the bathroom bra less, and washed my face, and spent twenty minutes covering my puffy eyes.

Familiarizing myself with the woman with the cold brown gaze staring at me from the mirror.

Then I left.

I didn't take my father's car.

I took my bike and I drove.

I didn't stop unless I had to, and I arrived at the hotel.

My hardships are my own, I can't put my weight on the ones I love any longer even if I know they would hold me up.

I take the elevator to the hotel suite where I once laid victim in a bed.

Nobody has to tell me that Vincent is here.

I know he is because he would never stay in my home without me.

The guards don't bat an eye-lash as I walk the corridor to the suite.

I pull out my key and walk-in.

“Vincent,” I call his name.

He comes out of the bedroom and I stay exactly where I am.

He is sober for once, his suit and tie perfect as always. His blonde hair neatly combed, jaw shaven.

“I thought you were staying with your father.”

He frowns and I see it- the wariness marring his eyebrows.

I pull the gun from behind my back and point it directly at him.

His eyes widen,

“Kylie, what are you doing?”

My tears blur my vision, but I keep my hands firm on the gun.

When I turned seventeen Kevin told me another pass of way. If I was the sister of a sniper I had to learn to shoot a gun.

I never thought I would be pointing it at this man. The one who owns my heart.

“You need to stop this Vincent, I am tired of the killings, you need to stop this bloodshed,” I yell at him, hoping he would.

He smiles at me shaking his head, “I can't stop Kylie, not until Lucca pays.”

My tears fall freely, my heartbreaking.

“You killed so many people, innocent people Vincent, that boy, he was seventeen, he didn't deserve to die, that girl she just wanted to protect her father, she didn't deserve that,” I scream, trying to get through to him.

He runs his hand through his hair,

“I can't stop Kylie, just like I can never love you. I am a killer it is who I am. Please just put the gun down.”