National Treasure Riley Novels & Stories

I didn't get a good look at their face but the voice sounded oddly familiar like a woman's and I couldn't quite place where I had heard the voice from. I glanced back but couldn't see clearly in the darkness. About to continue on my way, I caught a glimpse of the person under the mart's light and my heart sank. It was Riley, my ex-assistant who betrayed me by feeding all my information to Richard, enabling him to steal from my company. She was the spy working against me. I hurried to where she was but by the time I arrived, she had vanished. I searched around but couldn't find her. She was completely gone.

A large counter with about thirty workers stood ready to serve us. As we neared the counter, Hazel looped her arm through mine, slowing me down while the triplets walked ahead. “Riley texted last night,” she whispered. Suddenly, all the hatred I harbored for the camp disappeared as I turned to her, eager to hear more. “Well, it was just small talk. He plays football, and look at this…” She pulled out her phone, showing me a shirtless picture of Riley. “I couldn’t stop picturing him in my sleep. He’s so hot.”

The sound of electricity zapping could be heard in the room, as Mr.B stood on the other end of the room watching Agent Riley being tortured to get the information needed out of her. A see through glass that divided the room, was the only thing that separated him from the others that were not doing a good job at getting what he wants. Pandora's location. Riley is the only person that has it, and the other men he had sent out to tail her telling him about the burner phone and her destroying its SIM, was enough proof for him that she's the one who's going to lead them to her.

I answer the call, getting up. “I think her phone was stolen or something,” he says, mumbling mostly to himself. “What do you mean?” “Does Riley have a passport?” “No, she doesn’t.” Pressing the bridge of my nose I ask “Stop talking in riddles, Raylan. Tell me what you found?” “The phone was switched on in Russia. There is no way she could be in Russia. Right?”

The eye contact then broke as Riana the talked to her about something. As they arrived at the castle gate Tiana still could not get the image of that gorgeous grey wolf from her mind no matter how hard she tried.

She came back just a few days ago. "He knew it was you yet he played dumb in the beginning. This was all a part of his plan to fuck your little virgin ass." She explained and my mouth went dry. How the hell did she know about our private tutoring classes? Tristan was the one who wanted it to be a secret, "He just saw you as a challenge, Riley and Tristan loves a challenge. Now, that he is done with you. He will come right back to me." This can't be true. She was just messing with me and I wasn't going to believe her no matter how convincing she sounds.

Riley is only in a pair of panties and a tee. “I was sleeping,” Riley snips back at him. Nikolai pulls his own shirt off before putting it on her. “My glasses.” She grabs them off the nightstand. Without them, Riley can't see for shit. Nikolai snatches them out of her hand. “What else did you bring with you from your old life?” Riley’s brows furrow together. “She has a tracker.” Sal coughs out, giving me insight into what the hell Nikolai is going crazy about.

"Look, I didn't ask for a lecture. Just go home and keep your grandmother company, okay? It'll keep the busybodies from stirring up trouble. Besides, Trevon is in Ameristan. He won't be back anytime soon." Riley was still his mother. There was no way he would take someone else's side over hers. She knew her own kid. … That evening, Lydia touched down, and Skylar was there to meet her. They did not waste any time and zipped straight to Riley's swanky villa. Yanely had left by the time they arrived. Riley had slipped into something more comfortable and was all set for Cooper's magic hands and an essential oil massage. However, Cooper surprised her, bringing in two unexpected guests—Lydia and S

I nodded along, smiling, laughing when I was supposed to. But part of me stayed distant. Haunted. Riley’s blood held more than just potential. It held a legacy. Power. Lines of allegiance that had been buried for years, waiting to be unearthed. When we got home, I made him dinner and helped with his homework. Then, once he was asleep, I poured myself a glass of wine and sat in the living room, staring at the documents I'd hidden in the safe earlier. I hadn’t destroyed all of them. I couldn’t. Not yet.