Kylie Bray (Love, Hate and Billions)

Chapter 31 (Vincent)

"I'm listening." She answers, giving Luke a bright fucking smile. All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Luke technically belongs to the Famiglia, since we were not aware of his extra murals, we will offer his

services to an extent, call it an apology of sorts,” I say this as I slip my hands into my pants pockets.

"You going to let him negotiate on your behalf! I am disappointed Lukey boy." She shakes her head at

Luke.

Her sarcasm doesn't go unnoticed. Nor do her eyes that go to the scarred flesh on his neck branding

him as our property.

"So we got a deal or what?" Roberto asks her.

"How about this, I take him, make my brother happy then we have ourselves a great deal?"

"He belongs to Famiglia, you can't take what is ours, we are offering you more than what we will

normally offer because of your relation to Vincent. So I ask again do we have a deal? "

Kylie walks closer to Roberto, her eyes almost cold, and I get this fucking gut-clenching feeling in my

stomach.

She bends, hands on the desk, and looks him dead in the eyes,

"Maybe you didn't get the message, this is not a negotiation. I leave with him, or he goes to jail for a

long time. That is the way this is going."

Fuck, she got some balls.

"Kylie can I talk with you in private,” I say walking toward her.

Just as my fingers graze her porcelain skin, her neck turns toward me, and she kills me with a glare

and in it a glimpse inside her soul.

What the fuck is happening to her? Is Storm not the man I think he is.

"No, I am talking to your boss, once I get what I want I will consider talking to you in private."

“My boss? You think Roberto is my boss?” I don't wait for to reply,

“Let’s go talk outside Kylie.”

My voice has a hint of a warning to her, this is non negotiable.

I expect her to decline, but she is smart and gets up from that fucking bent-over position and joins me

as I leave the office and make my way back to the club's entry doors.

We are barely under the sky when she spins around,

“I want Luke, now I know you men have a price so name it.”

I smile at her determined gaze, “No price, we need the guy, Marco will never sell.”

She waves her hands in the air, “Vincent everybody has a price, just ask him.”

“What's in it for me,” I question her, not knowing or understanding why I am even asking, as my eyes

track to her pointed nipples.

There is no way Marco would let Luke go. Not only is the guy good for business, but Marco will be

considered weak.

“A lot of money.” Her voice is final like money is going to make me jump.

For a lot of people sure, for me no.

“I already have a lot of money.” I don't hold back the note of innuendo I add.

“What do you want?” She takes a step back which is almost like she is preparing to run, which is odd.

“Your car.” I love her fucking ride, I tried getting my hands on one but my little stepsister got the fucking

rights.

“Even Luke isn't as valuable as my ride,” She drawls in that Southern twang that can make a

dangerous man like me do crazy things.

“How about Michael, is he as valuable?”

Not sure why I ask this and I can tell by Kylie's now guarded expression she doesn't like it one bit.

“We're done here, I will find another way to get what I want without you, least of all not from a man that

traffics women.”

Her face is completely closed off as she says this and her words take a minute to register in my brain

and when it does I am at a standstill.

“We don't traffic women Kylie,” I growl out, holding in the sudden spike of anger at her blatant

accusation.

“You’re lying, you always lie.”

She shakes her head in disgust and it grates me. She always knows what to say to rile me up, to make

me lose control.

Gripping her by the neck, I push her hard against the wall. My eyes lock on Kylie's big whiskey gaze,

my cock getting so fucking hard watching her color drain out of her face, like her eyes, those big

fucking eyes stare at me in fear.

Her nails rake on my hand holding her neck, choking her,

“Don't ever call me a liar, if I say we don't traffic fucking women, we don't traffic fucking women, we will

never enslave women, never traffic them, get that thought out of your fucking head.”

I loosen my grip, trying hard to get control of my guilty pleasure, witnessing her eyes weaken from my

hands, just for me.

I let her neck go, my fingers wrapping around her silky hair.

“What is it that draws me to you, why can't I say no, what is this?” Her question takes me off guard,

confusing the fuck out of me.

I look into her eyes I don't see pain, or fear, I see desperation.