Kylie Bray (Love, Hate and Billions)

Chapter 36 (Kylie)

Done planning with the lot on how we are going to sort this little mess out and find out who really killed

Gina which I already have a clue as to who it was.

Dainy and I am stationed in the kitchen tossing up a salad and prepping stuff for our spare of the

moment party at ten O'clock at night.

This is Liston Hills and I know soon most of the town's teenagers and young adults will be here. Both

my sisters, currently sitting on the small dock are too darn lazy to help us, were tasked with texting a

noticeable portion of our little town.

The reason for this party is to simply cover our tracks for our little meeting. One can never be too

certain these days.

Natasha's green eyes catch me watching the two of them giggling and I smile. Her newly dyed red hair

is short, she looks great in a funky chic way. Rae is also growing up so fast and I hope when their time

comes they don't face the same challenges as I do. I pray god makes their stories better than mine.

As I think this my neck pulses with the memory of Vincent's fingers around my neck, my lips tingle at

the remembered touch of his lips against my own. Today was hard when I saw him, he was watching

me with a look I couldn't decipher.

I wanted to go to him, I wanted to talk to him but I couldn't. A part of me is hurt. He kissed me that night

outside B-Street with so much passion. Awakening all those feelings I was trying so hard to forget, he

brought it all back including an idea of us.

I fantasized for days thinking of what I would say when he called, not if. I made sure to look extra good

in case he stopped by, but nothing.

No phone call, it was like he kissed me and forgot that I existed. It stung, it still stings, and seeing him

today looking at me the way he did make me feel cheap like I wasn't worth any further effort.

So instead of talking to him earlier today, the moment Michael and Kevin were done talking to me about

Beggar and her connection to the Famiglia I got the fuck out of there as fast as I could. I heard him call

my name.

I didn't end up getting Luke for Michael and I wasn't going to. After that night at B-Street, I never went

back there. I did, true to my word tip the cops and The Air hacker was now facing criminal charges of

fifteen years.

I break some feta over the salad, focusing on my task at hand and not my thoughts.

“How are things with you and my cousin?” I ask Dainy.

She has recently started dating Reagan Orniel, my first cousin and the one who took over the reins of

our ivy league school when Jace left.

He is the school jock and a complete dick at times but last week when I spoke to him I could hear he

really cares for Dainy and while normally that would be great news. I worry about my cousin getting his

heart crushed.

“Great.” Is the one-word reply she gives me.

“Great? Is that why you are here coddled up in a cabin with your ex and he is somewhere probably

finding out his mother is dead...”

I leave that question to hang in the air and the silence will be stifling if it weren't for the music Jace put

on while he and Dexter man the grill outside.

I see Natasha and Rae get up, coming inside, so I don't say anything else on the matter as we finish up

with the salads.

“Kylie,” I hear Sabastian call my name and by the tone, it isn't good.

“Well fuck my luck,” I mumble marching out to see what the fuss is about.

“Reagan is gone, his phone is off.” Natasha says swinging her phone in the air.

“Shit,” I mutter, “Well what the fuck are we waiting for let’s go find him so I can kick his ass.”

I walk past them just as Jace and Dexter come inside.

“What's going on?” Jace looks to all of us standing by the steps of the cabin, “Well?” he says again.

“Reagan's missing, let's go,” I tell them marching to the door.

“Dexter you and I will head into the city, the rest of you get into teams and split up, if we don't find him

soon I'll call Kevin,” I order.

It is another ten minutes until Dexter and I are heading into the city.

The drive is tense as he doesn't say a word to me which I find odd but also slightly amusing

considering our history.

“Are you still holding that stick up your ass?” I bring the elephant out of the room.

A few years back Dexter and I had a night of mayhem which ended up in his bed. I left my phone at his

place as I was rushing to get to school on time and went back to pick it up.

The housekeeper let me in and I walked into his room while he was fucking one of the school

cheerleaders with my phone next to his bed.

It stung like a bitch and when he followed me I might have knocked him with my car. Well according to

the hospital reports I did and the ten million my dad gave him as a get well soon present.

But that was a long time ago.

The guy obviously is still holding a grudge.

“You fuckin' hit me with your car, Kylie, forget about our dating history, or the fact that it was just fun.” NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

He yells angrily, and I am taken aback at the tone.

Boy does he sound pissed.

“Can we focus on the task at hand and forget about this conversation, the ten million my dad gave you

should have erased your memory in the hospital.”