Kylie Bray (Love, Hate and Billions)

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 fifteer 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." 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."☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐