Bullet's Riley: Ruthless Renegades Kat Cameron (reading the story of the txt) 📖

I realized this place was not going to be the best I have slept in. I guess that's what I got for a last minute check in. The motel looked like something out of a horror movie. The sign was flashing as if the light bulbs were burning out. All the doors looked like they belonged in the seventies and the parking lot was pretty much non-existent. This should be fun.

Uh, hello? I make everything fun!

Rolling my eyes at her comment, I walked up to the front door that was barely hanging on by the hinges. Where the hell was the damn maintenance man? I checked in and the greasy guy at the desk leered at me in a way that made me feel super uneasy. He smelled of smoke and had grease stains all over his clothes, as if he were a mechanic. At least, I sure as fuck hoped it was grease. I was so close to allowing Reese to come out and play, but there was no way I would have been able to stay there if that were the case, and I desperately needed some sleep in order to stay on my toes.

I grabbed the key and hurried to my room, locking the door behind me. Getting into the room didn’t feel any safer since the walls were as thin as wrapping paper. The carpets were an ugly orange and the wallpaper was peeling at the top. Which now that I was looking at it the wallpaper had fucking zoo animals on it. Really, what was this, a child’s room? Before going to the bathroom, I propped the lonely chair under the door handle. There was no way anyone was going to get in here without me knowing about it.

There wasn’t much of a choice but to sleep in the bed. I got the skivvies if I thought about it, considering bed bugs. Without lifting the blanket—if you could call it that—I laid on my side and put my hands in a prayer position under my face. No longer than five minutes (or at least that was what I thought) I was sleeping.

“Come on you fucking, lying whore! I know you are sleeping around with other men. Get on this bed and fuck me like you do them! Do you really want to go down this road again? What happened last time? You resisted and got your ass beat. Is that what you want? To get your ass beat again?” Jared, my husband, spat at me. I hated his voice, it grated on my skin like nails on a chalkboard. He was handsome but that was his only quality. This was the norm these days for him. If I didn’t do what he said, he would beat me within an inch of my life and I would be left alone in the house until my skin was back to normal.

I was knocked out of my inner thoughts when my hair was wrapped in his fist and I was pushed to my knees. “So you wanna play it like this then? I could use a blowjob. You haven’t given me one of those in a long time.” Yeah, like two years, because last time Reese came out and almost bit his dick off. Luckily I stopped that before it could go too far. I should have known better than to ignore him this time. I could see there was something different in his eyes tonight. He let out a roar and pulled me up to my feet. He dragged me to the wall and smashed my face into it. This wasn’t anything new, but his voice was different and so was the force. It was like I knew he was trying to kill me. Or rather, Reese knew, because she quite literally ripped out of her mental cage.

The sound of laughter hit me first. That was when I realized I wasn’t in control anymore. “You stupid motherfucker,” Reese said to him. Shit, this was not good. I could already feel her rage coming through, hot and heavy like a heated brand in my brain. He smashed my face again and pulled my head back to his face.

“You think that's funny, bitch? How about this?” He threw me to the floor and started kicking me in the stomach as hard as he could. At this point, Reese was literally cackling at him. Even as I thought about it, I knew she wouldn’t do anything to hurt me; she never did.

With a burst of energy, she started attacking him with a flurry of kicks and punches. He was on the ground and that was when she brought out the knives. Damn it, this was going to get messy. While he was lying on the floor, she stripped his clothes off and started drawing on his chest. He really was squealing like a pig. As I watched her carve him up, she made her way down to his stomach and oh god!

Shit! I woke up, a cold sweat dripping down my back. Thank the heavens too, because I couldn’t stomach when she sliced up his dick. That was when his crying started. I got the shivers thinking about that point in my life. Realizing it was morning, I needed to hurry and get moving. Bullet would catch up soon; he always did. He followed the trail that seemed to lead to me every time. Little did he know, it was Reese leaving the bodies for him to find like bread crumbs. Yes, she left a whole slew of bodies in our wake. I will admit, most of them deserved it. Some of them were committing disgusting crimes, such as rape and murdering innocent people. The streets at night were a horrible place to be, which was why she was doing these things. I tried not to watch, but we were in one body and sometimes the things she did fascinated me. Not that I, myself, would ever be