Bullet's Riley: Ruthless Renegades, Kat Cameron [mini ebook reader .TXT] 📗

Bullet’s Riley

Ruthless Renegades MC Book Two

Kat Cameron

Copyright © 2021 by Kat Cameron

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Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Epilogue

Acknowledgments

About the Author

To my Dad.

No matter how old I am, I will always need my father.

“Reading forces you to be quiet in a world that no longer makes place for that.”

-John Green

Riley

Couldn’t he have just left me the fuck alone? Nope, not Bullet. One night of meaningless sex and he thought he knew all of my feelings. What the fuck were feelings anyway? Just a bunch of bullshit, if you asked me. When Stana came back from killing our father I knew I had to go. I couldn’t explain it, but I could feel Bullet’s attraction to me becoming stronger and I couldn’t allow that to happen. So there we were, wandering the streets of New Jersey at one in the morning, because what the fuck else could I have done but keep on the move with an hour of sleep?

I could just kill the fucker. Then we could pretend his body is a cutting board.

“Don’t you fucking start with me,” I huffed at the voice in my head. She had been more insistent on taking over these days. I couldn’t allow that to happen. Ever since I met Bullet she had been wanting to play with him. Knives were her thing, which scared the ever living shit out of me.

You shouldn’t be afraid of me. I would never hurt you, babygirl.

“That is precisely what I am afraid of. It wouldn’t be you going to jail, you fucking psycho,” I told her. She seriously needed to recheck her fucking brain. Well actually, wouldn’t it be considered the same brain? Jesus, I needed some fucking sleep.

In between my argument with Reese (no, she was obviously not named after the candy considering she was anything but sweet), I felt a tingle on the back of my neck that was telling me to keep it moving. If I didn’t, Bullet would most likely find me and that would be the death of both of us. I didn’t trust Reese with Bullet. Don’t get me wrong, I wanted to be with him but there was no way I could let him around her. She liked knives way too much and if she felt in any way that he was close to hurting me, she would kill him. It wouldn’t be the first time.

There I was, running around like a fucking lunatic. I was running on empty and I didn’t think I would make it to wherever my next stop was going to be. I had my phone out, looking into my next hotel room. Being on the run was tiring as fuck. Finding my next destination, I looked up the buses and made sure that they were going the way I needed. I could have used a transit app, like Uber. Problem was, it would leave traces but I needed to get away fast and undetected. I was sure Stana would understand. She had just as many demons as I did, if not more. Our mother on the other hand was probably losing her shit since she just got us back.

If she knew what was good for her, she would have fought her way to be near her daughters instead of being a weak, old bitch.

This was an ongoing battle Reese and I would have. She thought I should ignore my mother because she didn’t agree with being walked all over. I didn’t think Reese understood that just because my mother didn’t fight back meant she was weak. To me, she survived, and that in itself was strength.

When I was younger, after my mother disappeared, my father would hear me talking to myself—I used to tell him it was my imaginary friend. When I got older, my ‘husband’ must have heard me one too many times because he sent me to a therapist. Once I was there, my doctor told me I had multiple personality disorder. Some part of me already knew that but I think it made it more real to hear it from a doctor.

Well duh, I am here to protect you, silly.

Her eerie cackle followed that. Sometimes she really freaked me the fuck out. While waiting for the bus, I thought I heard something rustling behind me. The bus station was out in the middle of nowhere but at least there were streetlights. Of course Reese wouldn’t let me go anywhere without knives either.

Hello? I can use them quite well, as you know. Just ask your husband. Or ex-husband, I should say. It was fun listening to him squeal like a pig.

I wish I could give her her own body just so I could take her out and slap her around some.

You’d lose and you know it.

“Would you just let me think for a couple minutes without always snipping back, you bitch?” I snapped. This was another thing I was afraid of with Reese. I didn’t want Bullet to think I was crazy if he found me talking to myself. Nobody knew about her except for my doctor. That was how I wanted to keep it too.

The bus pulled up, so I got in. It was dingy and the seats were an ugly brown. There wasn’t any garbage on the floor, so I guess that was a plus. It smelled a little of vomit though and that grossed me out. Waiting for the bus to get to my stop felt like forever. As the bus pulled up,