Kylie Bray (Love, Hate and Billions)

Chapter 20 (Kylie)

Six months later

“How many did we invite, our house looks like it’s a free for all. Are you sure it’s safe, I still think you

should’ve told Kevin, Ky.” Diamond raves, complaining for the umpteenth time?

She’s standing by the door, hair open and messy, undoubtedly full of knots. An old boyfriend jeans

hugging her new curves, while her handful breasts remain covered by only a vest. NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

Which I got to admit is sexy in an understated way. Too sexy.

“Go change that top and put a damn bra on,” I say, glaring at her breast, knowing it is the only way I’m

going to get my point across.

Her body has filled out a lot these last six months. Surrounded by older guys all the time, she has my

older sister instincts kicking on overdrive, especially since she doesn’t care.

Yet, when a guy makes a move she’s forever ready to kick his nuts or do something that I’m going to be

eventually covering up, or paying for.

Diamonds are hard work, but the best person I could ask for, to share my life with.

Recently I have found myself thinking more and more about us growing up the closer it gets to her

birthday.

Many people in Liston Hills never could understand how an heiress became best friends with a biker

princess. I say royalty is royalty.

The thought makes me smile and shake my head.

Diamond looks at me like I’m crazy, storming inside my room like she has done a million times.

She goes to the white and gold double doors and opens it entering my dressing room. Which she also

does a million times.

Why? I haven’t the slightest clue since she has the exact same dressing room and just as many

clothes, if not more.

Surprisingly Diamond wasn’t haunted by Reno's death as I thought she would be. She handled it pretty

well.

I knew this when two days after the funeral she was back to arguing with Michael about some science

shit, bantering with Jace about his short abduction and riling David about, well just riling him up really.

She basically just waited for him to open his mouth then she'd instigate. It was a typical Sunday brunch

in Liston Hills.

Her father was given three years which was the best David could do, considering all the evidence

against the man.

All in all my best friend handled her boyfriend’s death well. But all wasn't good. I felt her slipping away

more these days.

Six months ago she put Reno's body to rest but she also sold her soul to the Bratva to save Jace.

She’ll be leaving next week. Moving in with Michael and practically one floor up from David.

Which was shit luck for him, but it is the only way she'll be safe until Michael figured out a way to get

her out of this deal.

She didn't want to leave me, but there is no other choice. So I remained silent and let her rant for a few

hours until eventually, she conceded.

Not that she had other options.

Michael and I have started talking, guess I judged him wrong as he did forgive me. It took some time

but we talk every day now. Michael is still Michael, broody, moody, and full of shit, just the way I love

him.

Vincent, well him, true to my word I haven’t spoken to the guy in six months. He called a few times but

he made no contact when I ignored it.

It is difficult to stay away from him, to let him go, but sometimes the one you love so many needs to be

let go of. Your emotions toward them are sometimes not good for you. It suffocates you until you lose

those small things until you forget to live your own life.