Inferno Demon Riders MC: My Five Obsessed Bullies novel Chapter 101

Blythe’s P.O.V.

“Why does it seem like everyone’s celebrating tonight?” I asked Dragon as we sat in the main room of the clubhouse. Parties go on almost every single night, but tonight seems to be a rager. Everyone’s so happy too, like a celebration.

“Karma told them no wild parties tomorrow,” Psy.cho told me. “So they’re going all out tonight.”

“Where is Karma?” I muttered. “I haven’t seen much of him lately.”

Dragon gave me a smile, but I could tell it was forced.

“He’s just busy with club stuff, Fireball,” he told me.

Hmmm, sure he is.

“And why can’t you guys party tomorrow?” I asked him.

“Bonnie’s coming home tomorrow,” Dragon answered. “She hasn’t been home in so long. Isla wants everyone to be on their best behavior.”

“Everyone who knows Bonnie is pretty excited,” Psy.cho said. “She hasn’t been back in years.”

“Why not?” Dragon asked. “I thought she used to come home for holidays and stuff?”

“She sometimes did, but I think she just liked it better over in Scotland,” Pyscho replied. “She pretty much grew up there. I’m sure she has a whole life there.”

“Yeah, but… to stop coming home to her parents?” Dragon said. “Plus, she used to love the

club when she was a kid.”

Bonnie and I had only met a few times. She was a few years younger than me, which wouldn’t have bothered me. Especially with my lack of friends, but she was always kind of… sparse when she was here. Unless Blaze or Isla made her attend dinners or whatever, she stayed in their house. Between that and Everly always getting me sent to my room, we never really got to know each other.

I remember Everly saying something about Bonnie not being around for a reason. When she did visit, it seemed like Everly started more trouble for me. Looking back on it now, I wonder if she was trying to keep us apart. She probably thought some of the adults would start to believe us. But I never heard anything about Bonnie being a bad kid or about her and Everly having problems.

“Dunno man,” Psy.cho replied to Dragon, pulling me from my thoughts. “We all just figured that she had a life there.”

“Why’d she move there in the first place?” I asked. “I mean, didn’t Blaze and Isla miss her?”

“Of course,” he said. “But I don’t know the full story. Something about Bonnie wanting better opportunities. You know she’s an artist. They had some gifted school for artsy kids where their family lives over there. I think it was something like that.”

“I bet it was more,” Dragon muttered.

“What you two mean, Shorty?” Psy.cho asked.

“Well, I remember Everly being pretty snarky to her when we were really little,” Dragon said, surprising us both. “I thought it was just little kids stuff. I yelled at Everly and I never saw her do anything like that again. But I always had a feeling Everly pushed her to leave.”

“She pretty much admitted it to me once,” I said.

“When?” Psy.cho asked, surprised.

“The night Mom and Tusk got married,” I told him. “She had sat down to talk to me. I stupidly thought I was going to get a new sister. But then she told me that there was no room for me at the club and that I needed to stop being friends with all of you. When I refused, she told me that she’d make my life a living hell and that there was a reason why Bonnie left.”

Psy.cho blinked at me.

“She told you to leave us alone?” Dragon pushed out through gritted teeth.

“Yup,” I replied, popping the p. I might be a little tipsy now.

“And you said no,” Psy.cho murmured.

I looked into his nearly black eyes.

“Of course I did,” I said, frowning at him. “You were my best friends.”

Guilt filled Psy.cho’s eyes, but I looked away. I didn’t have it in me to stomp out that guilt. He deserved it. Plus, I know Psy.cho. His way of dealing with guilt is-

“Let me make it up to you,” he said as he leaned closer.

I giggled at him, but then my eyes caught Havoc across the bar. Dev was sitting next to him, saying something, but his eyes were on me. He looked… kind of rough. Not in a bad way. I mean, he’s still ridiculously se.xy. Like a Viking biker. But his eyes are so hollow. I feel like they’ve been getting more and more vacant every time I manage to see them. I hate it. I wish I knew what was going on with him.

Suddenly, Havoc got up and walked out of the room, down the hall towards his room. I stared at the empty space he left for a moment. Havoc’s the only one who really hasn’t spent any time with me since Karma declared me free–game or whatever. CG is insistent that it’s because he’s trying to avoid his feelings for me, but it feels like something else.

“I–I… love it…” I moaned, melting into the bed.

“Holy sh.it, who knew you could bend like this?” Chayton muttered.

Suddenly, the bathroom door swung open. I didn’t even hear the shower turn off. Not that I was listening. My head turned just as Evander walked out with a cloud of steam. He had a gray towel hanging low on his hips. Droplets of water ran down his chiseled body. And I was drooling as my eyes raked across him.

“What perfect timing we all have,” Chayton said, getting Evander’s attention. He hadn’t noticed us until that moment. Now he was frozen, mid–step, eyes wide, as he took in the scene. “You’re practically naked already, I got Bly worked up, how perfect.” He rambled on. “Oh, and she got wetter when you walked out by the way.”

Then Chayton plunged two fingers into my pu.ssy. I gaped and moaned at the same time. My eyes rolled back as he started to pump them.

“What the fu.ck?” Evander muttered, sounding confused.

“Listen, I’m gonna be real with you,” Chayton said before he dragged his tongue across my a.ss cheek. “We been finding out more and more every day just how sh.it Alex and Everly really are. We failed our girl. We’re all tryina make–up for it in our own ways, but obviously the club is pretty busy these days.”

“So you want to fu.ck Bly in my bed?” Evander replied, still confused. “To what? Get back at my sister?”

I scoffed, making him look at me.

“If I wanted to get back at Everly in some kind of way like that, I’d fu.ck Karma in her bed, take pictures, and make them her new bedroom wallpaper,” I said, making Chayton snort.

“That’s fu.cking hot, Short Cake,” Chayton said before adding a third finger. “But that’s not what I’m getting at, brother,” he told Evander. “We all have making up to do. I want this Everly sh.it behind us. We have a lot of other worse sh.it to focus on. But this Everly sh.it will never be behind us if you can’t make up for it too.”

“I apologized a bunch of times,” Evander said defensively before looking at me. “I’m sorry, Dimples. I really am. You have no idea how much I hate myself for believing her. For not even giving you a chance.”

“It’s-”

“If you really are sorry,” Chayton cut me off. “Then prove it.”

“How?” Evander asked, frowning at his friend.

Chayton chuckled, and his next words made me realize where he was going with this, and it sent a jolt of excitement rushing through me.

“Well, actions do speak louder than words, brother.”