Bullet's Riley: Ruthless Renegades by Kat Cameron (best motivational books of all time .txt) 📗

Those words weren’t supposed to come out of my mouth to be thrown at Bullet like daggers straight to the heart, but they were out and there was nothing I could do about them now. Unfortunately, Bullet still wasn’t saying anything and it was causing my brain to go out of whack and imagine things he was thinking in his head. He had no idea how much it would hurt to lose him, but like I told him, I have been through worse.

“If you aren’t going to say anything, could you at least untie me and give me some blankets or something? I am kind of freezing here.” I looked down and kept my eyes busy with counting the sheet stitches until I felt a light finger tracing down my thigh. It gave me the shivers. I wanted him to say something already damn it!

“Why would I ask you to give her up. If she is what makes you who you are, then there is no reason she needs to go. It would be nice to have a heads up though, if she does want to talk. Her creeping up on me kind of freaked me the fuck out. And one more thing, before we go back to sleep, because I am tired as fuck. Axel. Axel is my name and I don’t want to hear you calling me Bullet anymore. You are not a clubwhore and you are not some side piece that doesn’t get to know my real name. I am not going anywhere, baby. I can promise you that.” He pulled me into such a rough kiss that I felt it all the way in my soul. His kiss was just lips, no tongue or teeth needed to show how much he needed to prove he was here with me.

He pulled lightly on my wrists to take the belt off and we cuddled underneath the blankets. While laying on him, I noticed how much we fit together. It was like finally finding the needle in the metaphorical haystack. As I laid there and fell asleep, my mind drifted off to the same dream I had in the hotel room. It looked even more real than it did the first time.

Waking up, I noticed that Bu—I mean Axel—wasn’t in bed. That was going to take some getting used to, but it kind of fit him. He was rough around the edges but he fit me like he was made for me. I knew it was too soon to say I loved him or that I was in love with him, but it felt like I knew I could love him forever, if that made any sense.

I got up and brushed my teeth because morning breath was just not okay. I realized a little too late that I didn’t have any clothes with me, so I went to Axel’s dresser to find at least a long shirt to cover me until I got to my room. Not like it was a long way, but I didn’t want any of the men to see me in almost nothing. Walking out of his room left me slightly cold and I wondered if it was just a chill in the air or something more to it than that. By the time I got to my room, I noticed it was so quiet in the clubhouse that I was beginning to worry. Hurrying to get changed, I threw on a pair of leggings and the shirt I stole, since it was more comfortable at the moment. Why is it that men’s clothing is more comfortable than women’s? Was it just me?

As I walked out of my room, I noticed there was a distinctive smell of pancakes in the air that I didn’t notice before. Pancakes were one of my favorite breakfast meals to eat. Add some whipped cream and they were just right. Making my way to the kitchen, I noticed that Stana and Crow were sitting at the table. Stana had a smirk plastered on her face and Crow looked annoyed but only slightly. Then I heard Axel’s voice.

“I did not need to know all of that. I am practically your brother-in-law, so keep that shit out of my ear, would you?” he grumped.

I could only laugh, making everyone aware of my presence. The way everyone smiled when they saw me made me feel a crap ton better about being here. On the outside, I was showing a facade of cool and collected, but inside, I was swimming with nerves because I wanted so badly to finally belong somewhere. I really wanted that place to be here. I know it was probably weird to be wanted in a motorcycle club, but it was really the only place that I ever felt right in. My sister was here with my niece or nephew on the way, and I only ever wanted to be surrounded by family.

“Morning, beautiful. How did you sleep?” Axel asked me with an adorable smile on his face. Yes, I know, grown men shouldn’t be adorable, but I was older than him so I was allowed to say it.

“You ready for breakfast? I made you pancakes and there is bacon over here. Crow, move your big ass over by your woman so I can sit next to mine.” Crow grumbled at that but we sat together to eat like a real family. We were all almost finished eating when Snake came in and asked to speak to Bullet.

“Awe, daddy Snake, does he have to? He was just telling us the story of how he had to chase Riley everywhere.” Stana pouted, and it looked as if real tears were coming.

“Nope. I can’t deal with this. Bullet, you got five minutes.” Snake ran out of the kitchen like somebody was forcing him to eat ketchup. Everyone here knew the old man hated ketchup.