Inferno Demon Riders MC: My Five Obsessed Bullies (by Kj) novel Chapter 83

Chapter 83: Granny Waya

Blythe’s P.O.V.

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The first thing I thought when I woke up was that I should stop letting the club girls talk me into one more shot. One more shot seems to get thrown out at least ten times before it finally is the last one. Ugh, my head is throbbing, and I haven’t even opened my eyes yet. I don’t even remember coming to bed. The last thing I remember is Coco bringing me to Psy.cho’s room and putting a trashcan next to the bed for me in case I threw up.

Oh my god, did I throw up?

My eyes snapped open at the thought, but then I quickly shut them. I groaned as I buried my face deeper into the blanket. Or, well, at least I thought it was a blanket at first. This is way too hard to be though.

“Your head hurt?” Psy.cho asked softly.

I nodded as I groaned into his chest.

“You were passed out when I got back here last night,” he told me, making sure to keep his voice low. “When I got out of the shower you were puking into my trashcan.”

Oh great, so I did throw up.

“I’m never drinking again,” I grumbled, whimpering at the pain in my head.

“Karma left you some medicine and water. You think you can sit up?” Psy.cho asked.

“Left?” I asked. “He’s not here?”

“Nah, Short Stuff,” he replied. “He had some stuff to take care of. We thought you’d need the sleep.”

Slowly and carefully I moved until I was sitting up with my eyes finally open. It’s not that bright in here thanks to the curtains, but bright enough that it hurts. Everything hurts. Even swallowing the ice–cold water hurts.

“I hate this,” I pouted.

Psy.cho chuckled at me.

“Gotta say, you were pretty wasted,” he told me. “It took both me and Karma to clean you up and change you. Havoc sat on my bed and laughed the whole time.”

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“Wish I could remember that,” I muttered.

“You upset that we were MIA all day yesterday?” he asked.

“Did I say something?” I asked.

“You might have mentioned something,” he replied with a smirk.

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I smiled at him as I clung to one of his pillows like it was going to magically make me feel

better.

“I missed you guys,” I admitted. “I figured you wanted me to have time with my mom, but I thought you guys would still come see me.”

“We were just busy, babe, that’s all,” he told me.

“You guys okay?” I asked, suddenly feeling a jolt of protectiveness shoot through me. Which was extremely weird. For several reasons. One, I’ve never felt a protective streak like that before. And two, they’re the scariest, baddest, toughest motherfu.ckers I know. What the hell could I even do for them?

“We’re fine, Shortcake,” Psy.cho muttered, smiling, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

“Tell me the truth,” I blurted.

Psy.cho looked at me for a moment before averting his eyes. He rubbed the back of his neck while he blew out a breath. Then I saw it. How truly exhausted he is. Not like he didn’t get enough sleep, but like something is weighing on his heart.

“It was a really rough day,” he admitted.

“What happened?” I asked as I reached out to grab his hand. He smiled as he hooked our fingers together.

“Someone I know from the reserve… their daughter was kidnapped last night,” he told me.

“What?” I breathed out, shocked.

“Her name’s Luna,” he said. “She’s only 6. Someone snatched her right in front of her parents. I went to check on them yesterday. They… ain’t doing great. Understandablly.”

“Oh, Chayton,” I said as I reached out and yanked his head to my chest. “You really went to check on them?”

“Yeah,” he replied as he relaxed against me. “It was awful. I cleaned the place up for them, since they were clearly distraught, but the look in their eyes… It was hard.”

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“W–who’s the couple?” I asked nervously. I used to visit the reserve with Chayton all the time.

All of us did.

“Leah and Jace,” he told me.

“Leah and Jace?” I repeated, almost laughing. “Can’t believe Jace finally tied her down.”

Psy.cho lifted his head to look at me.

“Want to go see them?” he asked.

I stared at him for a moment with my mouth open. I… really wasn’t sure. I didn’t think now was the time for a reunion, but maybe it would be a good distraction. Maybe, at the very least, I can help out in some way.

“Uhm, okay,” I replied.

“Granny wants me to take her over there,” Psy.cho said.

My eyes widened.

“Wait, are you telling me I get to go see Granny Waya?” I asked.

“Shower first and eat,” he practically ordered me. “We’ll go see her and visit for a while before going to Leah and Jace’s.”

I nodded, happily giving in. I couldn’t help it. I’m completely heartbroken about the news of Leah and Jace’s daughter though. I can tell that Psy.cho is taking this hard even though he doesn’t show it.

But now I get to see Granny Waya!

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“You sure about this?” I asked Psy.cho as I eyed him warily.

“That’s like the 20th time you’ve asked me, Shorty,” he ground out, clearly annoyed.

“Okay, well, you’re bouncing and shifting around like you’re about to run for it,” I stated.

“I’m nervous!” he hissed at me.

“As you should be!” I hissed back.

I sighed and smoothed out my dress as I stared at the familiar door. Nothing about Granny Waya’s small house has changed. She still has the porch lined with wind–chimes and flowers lining the walkway up to the porch. I remember helping her plant flowers all the time. I even

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made one of these wind–chimes for her in school.

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Until we moved here and I met the guys, it was always just me and Mom. She didn’t have any other family and Daniel was absent. So, when they started inviting me to the club, and to their homes, I soaked it all in. I felt like part of the family. I felt like I really had uncles and a granny. Tusk even felt like a father figure to me. I realized later that he obviously was trying to have a better relationship with me since he was in love with my mom.

Granny Waya was the granny I never had and always wanted. She treated Mom like a daughter and did all the grandma things with me. We baked cookies, gardened, she taught me how to sow patches on my clothes. We had a lot of fun together, and I learned a lot from

her.

And I miss her so much.

“God, I can’t stand seeing you like this,” Psy.cho muttered.

I looked at him, and he was staring at me with those almost–black eyes. He was looking mighty fine today in those tight jeans and plain black T–shirt. His cut fits him so well, too well. Like honestly, how does a leather vest filled with random patches make them so much se.xier? Psy.cho’s hair is still damp from his shower and I love that he has it down. He’s so freaking hot it’s unfair. Tall as hell, built like a damn wrestler, and with eyes that make me want to strip down and drop to my knees for him. Not to mention the fair share of ink across his defined body.

Suddenly, Psy.cho grabbed the back of my head and pulled me to his chest. He hugged me for a moment and kissed my head. Then he sighed and finally turned towards the door. With a deep breath and a roll of his shoulders, Psy.cho opened the door and walked in.

Finally!

“Granny!” he shouted as we walked into the house. “Granny! Where you at, ya old beauty queen?!”

I covered my mouth as I giggled at him. Psy.cho’s always called Granny Waya crazy things. I used to think it was so cute. I can’t believe he still does it.

“I’m in the kitchen, boy!” She hollered, and my heart started beating faster.

We walked through the living room where the kitchen was. Granny’s house is just a small two–bedroom. She didn’t need more than what she had. The living room and kitchen are one big open area. The TV was on low with some nature channel. In the kitchen, Granny Waya had her back to us as she stacked pans of food from the fridge onto the kitchen table.

“Help me with these, Chayton,” she said, not bothering to look at him.

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“Uhm, we aren’t going right away,” he replied.

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“What do you mean? Of course, we are!” She argued. “That poor couple needs all the help they can… get…” Granny trailed off when she finally turned around and noticed me. Her deep brown eyes are wide with shock, but she looks the same. The exact same. Like she hasn’t aged a day.

Granny Waya took a step closer to me, forgetting about her open fridge. Tears welled in her eyes as she put her hand over her mouth. She stopped just a few inches in front of me. She was shorter than me now, but only by a couple of inches. I offered a small smile and her hand came up to cup my cheek.

“H–hi Granny,” I whispered. “I–I missed you.”

“Oh, Sweetpea, I missed you too,” she replied as tears started to fall down her cheeks. She pulled me into a hug and I melted.

For the first time since the night of my 16th birthday, I felt… safe, relieved. Like the weight of everything I’d been carrying just rolled off of me. I don’t know if part of it has to do with the talk with Mom and Tusk. Maybe this was the last bit that I needed to finally realize that I was safe with the Inferno’s Demon Riders. That I’m safe with all of them.

All I could do was sob as I held onto Granny. This wasn’t how I thought this would go. I didn’t expect to feel so strange. So sad and relieved at the same time.

“Shh, shhh, hush now, Sweetpea,” she cooed as she rubbed my hair. “It’s okay. You’re safe now.”

I don’t know how Granny knew, but she did. I could tell. Maybe she saw it in me the same way Isla did. Maybe Psy.cho actually did tell her about me being back. Maybe somebody else did.

All that mattered, was that I really needed this.

“Come,” she said as she pulled away from me. “I’ll make some of that tea you used to love, and you can tell me all about how much of a dipsh.it my grandson has been.”

I smiled as I let her lead me to the table. Psy.cho had already put all the food back in the fridge. After I sat down, he pulled his chair closer to me and kissed the side of my head. I looked at him and smiled.

Yeah, this is all that matters right now.

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