Novel & Cerita James Riley Book

Riley’s POV His fingers were like iron bands around my throat, cutting off my air, squeezing until stars began to dance at the edges of my vision. He was so close I could feel the ragged, violent rise and fall of his chest. “Tell me, Riley,” he said, voice low and rough, “why I shouldn’t kill you for treason right here.” My hands flew up instinctively, wrapping around his thick wrists. My nails dug into his skin, desperately seeking purchase, but he didn't flinch.

he said, his tone carefully neutral. River straightened his posture, ignoring the lingering weakness in his muscles. “Of course not,” he replied gruffly. “What is it?” James stepped further into the room, his eyes never leaving Riley. “I just wanted to check on you, Boss. And to see if our guest here needed anything,” he said, eyeing Riley. Riley, for her part, seemed unperturbed by James’ scrutiny. She flashed him a sweet smile. “I’m doing just fine, thanks. Just making sure your boss here takes his medicine like a good boy.”

Once we returned to our hotel room. Everyone had gathered and got the whole story from Jo. After Lily left her in the restroom, Jo didn't want to wait and decided to explore. She went to look around each stall. Jo thought it would be fun without an adult by her side. Then Jo saw ice cream and wanted to buy it, but she didn't have any money, so that is when Richard approached her. He started to flirt with her and seemed to find her childish behavior cute. He offered to pay for a cone, but Jo refused to speak with a stranger. When she walked away, Richard got handy. Grabbed her wrist as it made Jo cry. Ares was closed by and saw the commotion and started attacking Richard. Seth and Terry arriv

I must. I open the door, expecting Ira or some girl, instead I see a man in a crisp gray suit standing in front of me. I blink in confusion. “Yes?” “Miss Riley. I am James Patterson.” He forwards his hand and my mind screams not to shake it. His expensive tailored suit, trimmed gray hair and neatly shaved face gives me a sense of foreboding. It’s all too familiar. Just like Mikolaj fuckin Josef, this man is scary. Not in looks, but in personality.

Or fear. Or worse—like she was broken. No. She wouldn’t let him in. She couldn’t. But fate didn’t care what she wanted. As she pushed open the bookstore door, she collided with someone. Hard. Books scattered across the floor, and Riley stumbled back, about to curse—but froze when she looked up. A man with pale eyes and a cruel smile stood there, holding a worn leather book in his hand. “Riley Hart,” he said, his voice like gravel dipped in honey. “Been a long time.”

I mutter, too astonished to raise my voice. Riley cocks her head at me, blue-green eyes filled with longing once more. She isn’t scary, even when she pointed a gun at my head during the Soirée she wasn’t scary, but when she looks at me like this, like she’d do anything on the planet to keep me, I have to admit I get a little shaken. “I said he’s going to lose. We all know he killed James. Pinning it on his asshole father was cute, smart even, but he forgot one thing.”

Fuck maybe I should kill the guy. All thoughts go out the window when I glance at my compound it is chaotic. There are trucks parked along the drive. Workers carrying stone tiles. Someone measuring the terrace. Someone else arguing about paint finishes. My estate, which has run with silent precision for years, now looks like a construction site. Fucking shit it is. And in the centre of it all is Riley. She stands with a clipboard in her hand, wearing jeans her hair is up in a cute ponytail and she has that expression she gets when she thinks she is right. She is directing people. Correcting them. Thanking them. Smiling.

Because it felt like all of a sudden, there isn’t any good person willing to help without having any plans for money extortion or taking the kid away when Zelia and her husband are used to him. I took a peek at my watch, seeing the time that I had given Riley had expired and I was serious about it when I had told her that she would find me at her place if she doesn’t come now. I don’t care about the traffic that I will meet while going there, or how I am trying to invade her privacy. Deep in thoughts, I didn’t even hear when the door had opened until I heard her voice. “Do you really have to keep going on to this extend?” Riley asked, her voice showing how irritated she sounded.