Riley Biers Novels & Stories

BREE "Should I call you when I'm meeting the designer?" Riley asked when I walked out of the room while she was serving breakfast. The past month had been all about her wedding preparations. It had been so annoying and exhausting that I almost talked her out of it one time. Damon wasn't the type of guy to be happy over. He wasn't worthy to be Riley's husband. In fact, he wasn't worthy of any love. He deserves to be alone forever, but it seemed like Riley was already blinded by love. She wasn't going to listen to anyone.

Riley boarded the flight and settled in her seat. She was not that long from going back to Italy. Anyone would be happy to go to their native, their home. But not Riley. Her life in Italy is not just like any normal person. Riley Bianchi is the only daughter of the Italian mafia don, Alessandro Bianchi. She always had bodyguards tailing her and she was never allowed to go out of the house without a minimum of two bodyguards following her, everywhere she goes. That did not make her feel treasured, she rather felt like she was being held captive, like a criminal.

she said before chuckling lightly. “What did you say?” “Manager Bowie might regret his decision? Ha!” “Do you really think you’re a big shot just because your family has some money?!” “You don’t have connections, power, or even allies in a place like this!” “You want Manager Bowie to regret his decision?” “With what exactly?” “Your slender legs? Or your pretty little face?” Riley was seething. “Corpses will pile up like mountains if Manager Bowie gets pissed!” “He’ll strangle you dead with just one hand!”

Riley pov The Club's conference room feels like a battlefield disguised as a boardroom. Twelve of New York's wealthiest philanthropists sit around the mahogany table, and every single one of them is staring at me. Breathe you belong here now. You're not that broken woman sleeping in her car anymore. "Ladies and gentlemen," Brett says, his hand warm on my back, "I'd like you to meet Riley Graham, co-chair of the Graham Charity Foundation." Several eyebrows raise at the word 'co-chair.' I'm not Mrs. Graham yet, but Brett introducing me with his last name sends a clear message: we're a team. He's claiming me publicly. After everything we've been through, he's proud to have me by his side.

He didn't quite flee out of the door, but he moved with haste. Riley waited for him in the living area, phone in hand and a goofy smile on his face. He glanced up and flashed Brenden his phone. "Erin's at the mercy of my mother this weekend." Brenden grunted and nodded toward the door. Riley turned and walked with him. That was the nice thing about their second in command. Riley was both perfectly willing to talk and be quiet. He was a laid back kind of guy who helped balance out their team of loud personalities.

AIDEN'S POV The gravel crunched under my shoes as I crossed the courtyard, the sound sharp in the otherwise unbothered quiet of the place. Someone laughed nearby, easy, unguarded and for a second I thought it was just another voice folded into the evening air. Then I recognised it. Riley stood near the edge of the water with two women I didn’t know, her sleeves rolled up, hair loose in a way I’d never seen her wear in the city.

I said "I'm Josy Richard. I'm single and ready to mingle .I'm thirty years old .I'm from a family of six . I have three elder siblings and I'm the youngest .Your turn Riley" I'm Riley Essah ,I'm twenty years old . I'm from a family of four and I'm the youngest . Actually I'm adopted . "Would it be ok if I asked you about your biological parents ?" Sure it's fine Josy we're friends now and friends always share ."

Riley doesn’t slow down. The second we step inside, she’s already moving—fast and focused—toward the man bleeding on the table. “Shit…” the word leaves her under her breath as she reaches him. My feet feel heavy, like they don’t belong to me, but I force myself closer. And then I see him properly—the biker whose belly is cut open on the table, losing a lot of blood. He’s sprawled across the table, barely conscious—maybe not conscious at all. Blood is everywhere, and it sends chills down my skin.

I swallowed hard, not knowing if I should at least smile at him or not. I quickly looked away and started swaying my hips to the music. Lucy kept dancing like no one was watching her and she was pretty good at it while I was standing in the middle awkwardly not knowing how to dance or do anything. Suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulders and turned around to find one of my classmates smiling down at me. It was Tyler Whittman from the football team. "You are Riley Adams, right?" he asked, making me scrunch my eyebrows in confusion. I've noticed him hanging out with Tristan and his crew a couple of times but I had no idea why he was talking to me. Tristan promised me that his friends wouldn't bot

We have the same picture framed in the game room as a trophy. Cindy proceeded to look up other members of our Broom StiXXX family. Winnie wasn’t a follower, of course, but I was surprised to see Riley on my list. Dave was not, which didn’t surprise me. He is entirely devoted to Riley. Riley probably only follows me out of curiosity. He is the nosiest person in the building and likes being informed about all that is happening.