I listen to mason talk about his life. I can’t help but think of my dad, would he like Mason.
When I was younger my dad and I used to sit by a fire and talk about the uncomfortable topic of boys, now he is dead.
Someone killed my dad.
Somebody hurt him and I know my now dead aunt knew something about it.
My mother knows I am right yet she still insists that I am wrong.
Mason stares at me from his vantage point.
I say nothing, there’s nothing really to say.
Today marked a month since I’ve have stepped foot in Liston Hills.
Some people call it The Billionaire’s nest, the town for the rich and all their secrets.
Now it’s not just for the rich, but a town for the killers.
A week ago I couldn’t wait to leave Liston Hills.
The place reminded me of a Stepfords paradise, false, pretentious and full of people who thought they were made of titanium.
Look at me now, sitting in Mason Bray’s house, on his carpet while I wait for Dexter Kent to get here.
Two guys from the most wealthiest families in this place and the world.
The thought makes me laugh, I am the lazy girl from New York City whose father wasn’t born with millions but had to work his ass off to pay the bills and still got kicked up it with a bullet to his head, Bang Bang.
Yet, here I am, slowly worming my way into their lives.
“Sweet thang, I thought it was you.” Storm’s voice has me spinning so
fast I almost tumble and fall. Instead of falling and tumbling to the hard
ground and damaging my new dress and perfect skin, Vincent grabs my
arm, pulling me into his chest.
“This conversation is far from over Kylie, you and I are not done.” His
whispered words are heard clearly in my ear before he gives me a gentle
Just as I right myself, Storm’s arm is wrapped around my waist.
“Miss me Sweet girl.” His words aren’t just a question to me but a statement and warning to Vincent.
Storm is territorial, he is claiming me like the biker he is. I think it is sweet, cute but really unnecessary.
It is Christmas and I don’t want to ruin anyone’s mood so I let it slide
and walk with Storm to the bonfire ignoring the man with the face that
owns my soul staring daggers into my head.
“Thought you haven’t seen the guy in a while.” Storm points out as his fingers flex around my waist.
“I didn’t, guess he decided to show up for Christmas this year, past him as I was leaving.”
He chuckles, “When I sent the invite didn’t think you would show.”
“Gotta keep a man on his feet if he wants you in his bed.” I drawl, knowing he likes it when I do that.
He shakes his head with a big grin to his face, “Does that said man get a kiss.”
I stop walking. We are on the corner of the farm house, the bonfire just on the hill with at least forty bikers. I hear their lively shouts and curses and howling laughs.
I look at Storm, slip my backpack off my shoulder and shove it in to his chest.
Storm laughs and I admit the guy has a really good laugh, who knew a biker could be so darn cute with dimples. More so today, I can see he is glad I made it, and I admit I am glad I came too. Though my reasons are very different. It is refreshing that tonight I, Kylie Bray have a man who is happy to see me. Even if it isn’t the one I want.
I move to carry on with our trek, he stops me by grabbing my arm in a gentle yet firm caress, his eyes serious as he looks at me under the
Storm drops my bag, pulls me by my arm until I am plastered to his body, capturing my chin between his roughened fingers.
I tilt my head, staring at him, I don’t think a thought and neither does he as our mouths meet in a languid dual of star crossed lovers. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, and we kiss for the first time like we are more than just us.
Storm takes my mouth like I am his, and I don’t stop him. I don’t even allow myself an opportunity to come to my senses and slow things down.
I kiss Storm like we could have something, I kiss him with a false sense of hope.
That night was the night I would say Storm moved himself into my life.
It was on that day on the corner of the Satan Snipers clubhouse, under bright lights and watching eyes of a man that I didn’t know was watching
did the Satan Sniper’s vice president and I start our story.
I’m not going to say that it didn’t end well, I am not going to say that It wasn’t my fault he turned out the way he did.
Truth is, we are all pro choice, but sometimes our choices become duty,
sometimes those duties have consequences that alter so many peoples paths. Changes so many lives. Sometimes our choices are not our own, they are the outcome of peoples actions.