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

I got myself ready for the day, which didn’t consist of much. I didn’t carry anything with me except my bag of clothes and a few womanly things, just in case the red dot special decided to show up. I left the key at the front desk with a woman, but she barely looked awake. Making my way to the gas station, I went in and got a breakfast sandwich and a coffee to go, when I heard the motorcycle. I recognized the rumble of the engine before I could see him. He was coming down the road and stopped at the motel I just left. How the hell was he getting to me so damn quickly? I mean, I knew they were an MC and they had someone to track me all over if they could see my face, but fuck. I wanted a short break to at least have my coffee in peace.

Shit. I needed to move. Down the road a little ways was a shopping mall, so I switched my jacket inside out while making my way into a store. As soon as I was inside the store I made my way to the bathroom. Throwing out my coffee and sandwich, I locked the door behind me and waited. No matter how hungry I was, there was no way I was going to eat my food in the bathroom. That was a hard no. I waited ten minutes before I came out. I took another ten minutes to wander around the store, pretending like I was going to buy new clothes.

After leaving the store, I headed in a new direction. As I was trying to find a new destination to crash at on my phone, I ran into something hard. Realizing it wasn't something but someone, I looked up and… “You motherfucker!”

Bullet

The night that Riley ran out on me was an awful fucking night. Sleep and my sanity seemed to evade me. I was tracking her to wherever it was she was going. I had no idea what was going on with her, but she would have these episodes where she would suddenly be so cold. Her face would lose all it’s emotion, and then she would turn around and be normal within the next second. Stana talked to me right after she left and wanted me to bring her sister home to her. Especially considering Riley was about to be an aunt.

When Riley first came here, she was like a wounded animal. I didn’t want to touch her and spook her. I also wanted to wrap her up in my arms and hold her until she was okay again. Riley was fucking beautiful, even as dirty as she was from being thrown onto the ground and god knew what else. Her hair was everywhere and she had dirt under her fingernails, but I could still see right through the mess. Her eyes were sea blue, like waves crashing and shimmering in the sunlight, but a couple times they seemed to turn gray. With not a blemish on her olive colored skin, it made her eyes beautifully bright. Riley’s hair though, was soft as velvet and I wanted to make it rough by threading it through my fingers and pulling. Add the glasses she wore and it was like every man's librarian fantasy came to life. Fuck, I really needed to find her.

The next morning after she ran out, I went right to Snake. I told him what happened and he rolled his eyes at me and told me to go. At first, I thought he was joking and I was waiting for him to go tell me to wash the bikes or clean the toilets since I was still a probate. I was sitting in the chair, waiting for him to order me around some more when Knuckles barked, “Well, you gonna fucking go get your girl or are you gonna wait around for her to come back? Which, judging by the way these girls run away, might be never.” I was out of my seat faster than they could fucking say goodbye. I knew Knuckles would text me and let me know where to start. He was quick like that. Having Stana already here helped, considering we had to dig into her background so Knuckles could do a facial recognition search first.

Making it to my room, I threw a couple things into a backpack for the road and by the time I reached my bike, Knuckles had texted me like I expected. That man was good as fuck at what he did. I followed her around for a few days, finding a trail of bodies in her wake—the fucking body count going higher and higher the longer she was gone. As I found them and had them cleaned up by some of our guys, I couldn’t figure it out. Riley would never kill. She was too clean for that. Even though she had been through some shit in her life, there was just no way. Pieces to this puzzle were missing and the more I followed, the more I couldn’t wrap my head around it.

I had just found her most recent body; he looked homeless. His face was beaten all to hell and his body was carved to shit. The one thing that I noticed, on every single body, was the letter B carved into the heart. I had no idea what the fuck that was about. Reaching for my phone, I dialed Snake.

“We got another body. Any idea what the letter B could mean? It has been carved in every single person’s heart I have found.”

“You are fucking joking, right? She is leaving it for you, ya fucking idiot. B for Bullet,” he started laughing at me. Like full belly fucking laughing at me, the fucker. After he got himself together he said, “A bullet straight to the fucking heart with a knife. If that isn’t some