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

it kick started my own. Pulling the belt off his neck, he collapsed into me. The wailing sounds that were coming out of him I could have sworn his heart was ripping right out of his chest. He was begging me to let him die, to let him just go and stop wasting my time with him. I thought my heart was broken when the surgeon told me mom didn’t make it, but this... there was nothing like my twin, that I shared a womb with, begging me to kill him. It was heartbreaking and it felt like shards of glass were penetrating my heart and slowly dragging themselves down through the rest of my organs, tearing me apart.

3 Years Later

I was working at a bar trying to keep our rent paid at the place we were living in. One of my friends from high school was renting a house and there was a room he was renting to us. J.P was working at a local pizza place as a busboy. Tonight was the same as every other night. The bar was just a hole in the wall but at least one member of The Ruthless Renegades was here every night. For the second time in my life, this night would be one I wouldn’t realize was monumental until it was too late.

The president of the MC, Snake, came over to the bar and ordered his drink. The owner of the bar and Snake were good friends so I knew not to charge anyone from the MC. I went on with my night. Same old drunks coming in to drown their sorrows and complain about life. My shift ended, I closed up the bar, and left to go home. The walk home was cold but I didn’t have money for a car. J.P spent his money elsewhere. Ever since mom died he hasn’t been the same. It was like he folded in on himself and became a shell of the lively kid he used to be. Now I barely saw him.

Letting myself in the side door, I went to our room and found J.P packing a bag. This wasn’t unusual for him since he liked to stay out at his friends but the way he was rushing and throwing things into the bag was giving me an awful fucking feeling.

“J.P what did you do?” I groaned. I did not want to deal with this shit tonight. It was my turn to sleep in the bed and I was really looking forward to it. Since there wasn’t enough room for a bigger bed, we only had a twin. He stopped dead in his tracks as if he didn’t even hear me. His eyes were nearly bugging out of his head and it looked like the emotions were all swirling into one tornado of a clusterfuck. I walked over to him and put my hands on his shoulders to steady him.

“J.P, let me ask you one more time. What the fuck did you do?” I questioned. He shrugged me off and told me to mind my own business. Okay, if that was how he wanted to play it. I wasn’t heartless but there was only so much I could take of trying to help someone that didn’t want to be helped. It was like poking a pinhole into a balloon and watching it slowly wither into a shriveled piece of what it used to be.

“J.P, I love you. Don’t do anything stupid, if you haven’t already.” I told him right before I got in the shower. Little did I know those words were the ones that would set off an entire shit storm later in my life.

Present Day

I got to the clubhouse and tore through the front door to find Snake. My heart was pounding in my chest so hard I thought I was having a heart attack. The last day I saw J.P, I honestly didn’t think I would ever see him again. As harsh as that sounded, he disconnected himself from me so thoroughly that I didn’t even know the kid that I took under my wing. It was about a year and a half later now, since the last night I saw him and the pain of losing him was still fresh. When he didn’t come back that weekend I knew he was gone in the wind. If he didn’t want to be found, he wouldn’t, and that is what was scaring me the most right now.

He had my fucking woman and it was going to be hard as hell to find him. If we didn’t, I wasn’t so sure I could survive. Oh, fuck. Stana. Fucking Stana was going to kill me. I may as well kiss my life goodbye. Everything was going to be fucked after this. Getting to Snake’s door, I pounded on it until he swung it open with an angry snarl on his face.

“He fucking took my woman. J.P took my motherfucking woman right out from under my nose.” I could barely get the words out because my teeth were grinding together so hard. Snake, Crow, and Knuckles knew about my past and my brother. They knew that I was never able to find him. What no one knew was why all of a sudden, did he come back around and kidnap Riley. I don’t remember us having any bad blood between us but now we sure as fuck did.

“Did I just fucking hear that Riley was kidnapped?” The words were drawn out and slow, like Stana was trying to figure out if I was serious or not, but her anger was simmering in her eyes when I turned around. Fuck. We needed to find her. And fast. Stana would burn the world down to get her sister back, and I would be standing right next to her while helping her light the fuse.

Riley

The smell that invaded my senses almost made me gag. I didn’t know where I was which was