Riley Rasmussen Novels & Stories

Marks pov I shifted to the back of my cell nervously; It took a lot to make me nervous but the dark look she got on her face was making me shiver. How could a woman that's so beautiful look so deadly all of a sudden? I asked myself and looked over at Raven to see if he felt the same as me. He was standing with his arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his face; oh he was loving this side of her. I wanted to facepalm myself, because off course he would love it, stupid Russian loves torturing bad people and the sadist in him was loving this. I shook my head and gazed back over to her when more people filled the outside of the cells, this wasn't going to end well. She just kept standing th

╭────────── ⋅ ⋅ ✦❘༻༺❘✦⋅ ⋅ ──────────╮ 𝐑𝐎𝐙𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎 𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐘 [ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ] ⬛ 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞 : 𝐑𝐮𝐛𝐲 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 : 𝟏𝟑

Just then, a girl came stomping over to the door, grumbling. “What’s going on with Ashley? She was yelling and rushing over like someone was dying! Who in there could get her that riled up?” She nodded at Nash and Mason. “I’m Dr. Miracle’s assistant. You can call me Riley.” She clearly thought they were just bodyguards. She pushed open the door and walked in casually. Thirty seconds later... “AHHHHH! Are you all blind?! ‘Miss Q’?! That’s the Miracle Doctor herself!!!” The two men stiffened. Their jaws nearly hit the floor.

Riley coming out of the main building and pausing when she saw us. She walked toward us. "This is Riley," I said. "She is the president of the club." James Wilson looked at her. "My son mentioned the president when he called," he said. "He said the president was someone worth following." He paused. "I did not know if that was you or Jenna." Riley looked at me briefly. "It was Jenna when he called," she said. "The work continues." James Wilson looked between us for a moment. Then he nodded. The nod of someone who has received information that completes a picture.

How deep was Ryan in all this? But I swallowed them. Too early. Too risky in this room full of ears and agendas. The doors burst open again, this time with far less dignity. Riley came sprinting in, cradling her laptop to her chest like a shield, her earphones dangling precariously off one ear. “Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!” she gasped, weaving around the table. “My Russian teacher is the devil himself. Good evening, guys!” She bumped fists with Ramsey as she dropped into the last chair on his side, breathless but beaming.

Riley watched, transfixed, her hand unconsciously brushing over her own thigh. “Come here,” I told her, breaking the kiss. “She feels as good as she looks.” Riley hesitated only a moment before shedding her hoodie, revealing a simple tank top that showed off her lean, athletic build and colorful tattoos on her arms and collarbone. She climbed onto the wide chair beside us, eyes dark with want. Lena reached for her first — a tentative touch on Riley’s arm that turned bolder when Riley leaned in and kissed her.

“I’ll cut that smirk right off your face.” Katherine tilted her head, eyes teasing under half-lidded lashes. “Do it, then,” she whispered. “Let’s see if you’ve got the guts.” The door burst open at that moment and Riley spun halfway, with the blade still raised, but the moment she saw who entered, her shoulders stiffened. Don Massino. He stepped in slowly. His hands were behind his back, and his dark eyes watched them. “Riley.” He said calmly. “Why isn’t she dead yet?” Riley asked. “That was never the plan.”

They were close—he may feel it. The team gathered in the briefing room, where a huge whiteboard was secured in names, dates, and lines interfacing them all. “Alright,” Sam said, tending to the room. “We’ve distinguished three conceivable Rileys associated with this case. Two are low-level hooligans, nothing major. But the third… the third may be a distinctive story.” He pointed to a photo on the board, appearing a man in his mid-forties with a difficult, perilous see. “Riley Dawson. Previous military, dishonorably released. Rumored to be included in a few contract killings, but nothing’s ever been demonstrated. He’s been off the radar for a while, but we think he may be back within the game.

On my desk, Riley’s drawing lay flat, bright and cheerful in a room that reeked of smoke and blood. I stared at it for a long moment before picking up my phone, ending the call with Amelia. Because Riley was the only thing in this cursed world that mattered. And for her sake, I would burn everything else down, Liam’s pack, his human empire, his precious Luna, until there was nothing left but ash. And I was going to be sure that he stood, being the last person to fall, as he watched whatever he’s built fall and crumble.

Even the children were happy to see him like this. “Luna!” The moment shattered. We both turned at the same time. Mira. She stood at the edge of the training field, dressed in a fitted cream blouse and sharp sunglasses, waving far too enthusiastically. And for a second, I could have sworn that Nolan tensed beside me. He didn't move, however, the smile that was on his face almost instantly shifted. “Are you ready for our shopping date?” she called out, voice carrying just enough cheer to sound false. “Don't tell me that you forgot?”