Was Riley Strain Drugged Novels & Stories

Riley stared at the small bottle in her hands happily. After so long, she has finally gotten a way out of this mess she put herself in. It wasn't easy but she did it. All that's left is for her to take the right dose. Though there is no doctor to help at the moment. She didn't want to involve one since she got it illegally. Vincent had already given her the instructions on how to take it. Just a little was enough but she had another thought in mind. If it works, she was taking the whole bottle. Information about the drug was already spreading and one of the most popular one is the unreal strength and speed one gets after taking it.

EZRA….. Riley was staring at me in utter disbelief. He was trying to understand the meaning of my words. But I had already done what I wanted. I hired someone to work in his packhouse as a spy. She used to mix lethal herbs in his food. It was a slow poison which would lead him to be diagnosed with life threatening disease. That's how he became a patient of brain cancer.

"He is stuck in surgery all day. You spent three years in med school, Robbie. Just do it." "That was a lifetime ago," the first voice, Robbie, growled. "I forgot everything. Get a real medic." "We cannot bring a stranger here to look at her. Do you want her to die or not?" "I want her healthy enough to film," Robbie said, his voice dropping into a cruel, flat tone. "We need a video to send to that bastard Riley. Once he sees us with her, she can rot for all I care." Riley? The name meant nothing to me. I had never heard it before in my life. Why would they use me to hurt a man I didn't even know?

“You ask her every year, and she never says yes.” “I ask you every year.” “Yeah, and I never say ‘yes’ either.” Killian shrugged. “I try to be polite.” I looked at Ryan in alarm. How bad did something have to be for Riley to refuse to do it? “Why doesn’t she ever say ‘yes’?” “Riley’s drug of choice is booze,” Ryan explained. “She’s not interested in anything else.” “Except pussy!” Riley shouted, popping back into the conversation just long enough to scare the shit out of me, laugh maniacally, and disappear again.

Don was groaning on the floor, gripping his arm, as red liquid seeped through his fingers. Riley stepped over to him, crouched low, and whispered near his ear, her voice thick with spite. “I've killed men, used men's heads against each other. I destroy their bones and crush them. And you think I don't rule enough?” “You're,” he groaned in pain. “You're…damn sick.” “You want her?” Riley whispered. “Then crawl to her.” She shot at his arm again. Twice. Don cried out in pain, his hands trembling as more blood oozed, dampened his shirt and flowed to the floor.

However, when Hesper said that, she noticed a problem—Riley had tricked her. At that moment, Riley sneezed loudly and almost dropped the medication for 013. 013, who was tied up in bed, chuckled when he saw this.

Riley's pov "If he wasn't drunk, then fine. How do you explain the drugs, huh? The hard drugs in his system and on him. How do you explain it!?” I froze halfway from storming out of the house. She believed them. She believed everything the police fed us with. “What?” My voice was shallow, contrasting the hole in my chest. "Just listen to me, Riley. There is a better approach to all this." She held out her hands, holding mine.

Riley sat and stared at me for a few seconds. "Out with it, Muffin. You started this, now see it through." "I was out with a few girls from the team. On a dare, we went to that strip club." A cold chill ran over me. I knew exactly where she meant. I'd been 'visiting' a woman there to work off my sexual frustrations. Riley didn't wait for me to respond, "So, yes, I saw you there and I saw you with that young girl on your lap and I saw her riding you with your hands on her tits, and, yes I saw you go in back with her."

“All I am sure that would set Noah back is when you prove it to him that the boys aren’t him, then you will be good to go.” I poured myself a glass, looking up to Riley. She didn’t have the confused and tired look on her face now, she looked disgusted. Why what? What I had said? Or the drink in my hand? Or both?

"Lucas, I know you're angry, but we really had no other choice. It's five million dollars. They'll kill Kenny!" The drug's effects were slowly wearing off. I could feel sensation returning to my limbs, and my tongue was starting to move again. I took a deep breath and finally managed to rasp out, "Get lost. I'm not doing this!"