He told me he would send someone to clean-up but I just stood there dumbfounded, wondering how I could have missed that. It was so obvious but it was as if my mind had been trying to ignore it. The thought she was actually thinking about me helped with my determination to find her. Getting back on my bike to find her next destination, I tried to understand how someone like Riley could actually kill someone. The signs weren’t there. She was so sweet and had a heart of gold. I could see the honesty and the warmth in her eyes— at least when they weren’t that gray color. Granted, I didn’t know her all that well but I had always been good at reading people.
I had been riding around on my bike for a few days now and I was starting to think I wouldn’t find her. Finally, catching a break from not getting any sleep last night, I was at the last motel she was at and it was seedy as all hell. The woman at the front desk didn’t look like she was all there either, almost as if she was nodding off from her high she just got in the back room. There was a gas station down the road I needed to hit up before I left. Stopping there, I gave my muscles a stretch. Between riding the bike and sleeping on these shit beds, it was doing absolutely nothing good for my body. As I was pulling out of the gas station, I had this eerie feeling I was being watched. Shaking it off, I went to get on my bike. I just threw my leg over when I got a text.
“Looks like she is at the department store in the shopping mall across from the gas station you are at. If you hurry, you may be able to catch her this time.”
Getting off my bike, I figured I would walk across the street. My legs could use the exercise. At this point, I felt like I was going insane with trying to find her. She was like a fucking ghost in the wind everytime I got close to her. I missed those pretty fucking eyes of hers. The one night we had together, there was something desperate in her eyes. It was almost as if I was her anchor, if only for that one moment, to save her from drowning in a sea of what, I didn’t know yet... and then she was different.
Someone pulled me from my thoughts when they ran into me so hard they knocked the air out of me. “You mother fucker!” No, there was no way. She was running the opposite way before I could even try to grab at her. I chased her until I heard her yelling at me as if I was a crazy kidnapper trying to take her away.
“Damn it, leave me alone you fucking asshole! I don’t want to be around anyone. Why can’t you just go fuck one of the whores, huh? We had one night, and what, all of a sudden you love me? Go fuck yourself!” She growled out. People were starting to talk and I saw the looks they were giving us, or rather me. Stopping myself from running after her any further physically and mentally hurt me. There was one card I had to play and that was not what I wanted to do out in the middle of a bunch of people.
“Stana is pregnant, Riley. She wants you there for her and the baby.” This stopped her instantly. She looked at me, puzzled. Being thirty feet away from her was too much. It was all too fucking much and I didn’t understand how I felt this strongly about her so soon. Riley nodded to herself and had made a decision about coming back with me. Stalking towards me, she poked me with her dainty little fingers that had black chipped nail polish, she snarled, “I swear on everything that I love, if you are fucking lying to me, I will stab you in your sleep.”
This was the moment I fell in love with her. Hell, I’d say she could chop off my dick, but I’m terrified she might actually do it, considering her recent victims. Taking her hand, I kissed each of her knuckles and promised I wasn’t lying. “You have nothing to worry about with me, baby. I will back off for now, but just know when you are ready and accept that you are mine, I will be there,” I reminded her. She ripped her hand away and apparently already knew where my bike was. Damn, she was so vigilant. I didn’t want to imagine why, either.
She huffed as she put on the extra helmet I had and waited for me to get on. Swinging her leg over the bike behind me, she told me, “I am not riding this far away on a bike. Considering we are a bit far from your club, I would rather not sit on this fucking thing for hours. We will need a place to sleep.” Nodding my okay, I shot off a text to Knuckles to reserve something for us on the way home. He texted me back not even five minutes later and we were on our way to our next destination.
Having Riley on the back of my bike felt perfect. She was holding on to me as if her life depended on it. Once she got comfortable, she started leaning back against the backrest attached to the bitch seat, and she let her hands fly through the air like she was soaring. Her smile was serene and peaceful. Something I had yet to see from her. Being the one to put that smile on her face had me feeling real smug. As I drove us to our destination, I couldn’t wait to get her alone. I didn’t want to have
