Kylie Bray (Love, Hate and Billions)

Chapter 45 (Vincent)

Three fucking weeks searching, twenty two days of mass killing. I have spilled more blood on my hands

these past weeks since someone took what is mine again, than I have since my first kill at fourteen.

My men and I get to the dock an hour after the Satan Snipers found Beggar at an abandoned

warehouse. Thank fuck Beggar was coherent enough, she gave the bikers the address minutes after

they got to her.

When Kevin texted me, I was in an IMPORTANT sit down with Marco. Deno, Marco and eight of my

men are here with me.

Kylie is mine, the Outfit took what belongs to me and they are going to pay.

Infamita is not something the Famiglia takes. Today we are going to send a few messages.

We rush into this abandoned factory behind the containers,

“Hey,” a man screams pulling out his glock.

I lift my own with the silencer already attached to it and shoot him straight in the head.

My men rush off in different directions, as well as Marco and Deno.

I hear a few gunshots coming from the upstairs and I rush to it.

There are doors everywhere, the gunshots go silent and I start kicking the doors down, with my piece in

my hand.

Not sure how many I kick in, but the one is with a man beating a woman on the floor, I shoot him twice

in the back of the head and that is when I see her.

I don't recognize her.

I drop my heat to the floor and drop my body to my knees.

She is naked, fucking bruised, and her eyes are droopy.

Her forehead is extremely large, her face disfigured, and her nose is broken.

This, looking at Kylie it enrages the beast in me. It awakens something dark in my soul.

I never wanted this for her, this is why I wanted her to stay out of this life.

“Kylie, baby, I'm going to get you out of here,” I slip my black jacket off and cover her with it, before

lifting her up.

Her body is fragile and light, she looks so fucking delicate and it breaks me.

“There were only three TURKS, all dead.” Marco walks casually, calmly in to the room, his presence

unmistakable.

He barely looks at Kylie and I respect him more for that.

“I'll bring the car, get some screws to clean this shit up, Marcel will meet us at the hotel,” he says in

departing.

Four hours.

She's been unconscious for four hours. I have been waiting for the medical report from Marcel.

We had to get an x-ray machine as well as a shit ton of supplies and he hasn't come out as yet.

I walk up the long stretch of free space between the seating area and the bedroom doors of my suite,

up and down, I cant stop.

Raking my fingers through my hair.

The door finally fucking opens, “How is she?”

Deno walks into the room at the same time I ask the question.

My men are stationed around the hotel. We don't want any surprises. The Outfit and the Famiglia are

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Marcel takes out his blue gloves and gives me a fucking pity look.

“I need to run bloods, should be back in a few hours.”

I grip his shirt, “I fucking asked you a question, Cafone.”

Deno instantly pulls me away, “Hey, calm down, we don't do beef with the doc.”

My blood is hot for Outfit blood, “Just tell me. Give it to me straight!”

He huffs, and drops his shoulders, “She's bad, five fractured ribs, dislocated nose, cracked jaw,

cracked cheekbone, four infections, one in the throat, ear, and two in the private areas. Her rectum

has....”

“Enough,” Deno barks.

I walk away from them, to the stand of alcohol and I pour and drink, pour and drink, pour and fucking

drink.

“Vince, what the fuck, you don't want to be that man again, put the glass down.”

I ignore Deno, pour and drink, pour and drink.

I haven't drunk alcohol in over a year, because of who it made me. I was a fucking alcoholic and the

grim reaper.

The little bit I had the night I saw Kylie was just a taste.

Deno's fingers touch my glass, and I push him, throwing the fucking glass on the wall.

Then I take the table with alcohol, tossing it over.

The two men in the room say fuck all after that.

Because what are they going to say.

The one-woman I chose to be with after I lost Catrina all those years ago to the same fucking Lucca, is

now damaged.

He will pay, they will all pay for what they did to Kylie, for what they did to my wife.

Lucca wants a war, I will give him one he will never survive.