Inferno Demon Riders MC: My Five Obsessed Bullies novel Chapter 11

Blythe’s P.O.V.

The closer we get to town, the more nervous I feel. Things are starting to look familiar. Trees, houses, road signs. And then, shortly after the sun went down, we were in Healdsburg.

I sat rigid as we made our way through town. Everything looked the exact same. Nothing has changed at all.

When we turned down the road to the clubhouse, I started to feel a little dizzy. The club owns a huge chunk of land, and hell, most of Healdsburg in general. They bought an old run-down motel back when Karma’s dad was a boy. Built it up from nothing.

Over time, they bought all the land around it and built houses for the married couples of the club. There was a section for every patched member, some empty and some with a house already. I’m not sure how they do the claiming of that though. When we moved in with Tusk, he already had a house. They had lived

on the property, in that house, since before Evander and Everly were born. Their mom was never around.

When we got older, I found out that she was a drug addict and had dropped the kids off at the club when they were babies. She didn’t even stay to explain. Just left a note with them at the gate with a prospect who didn’t know sh.it. She took off before the prospect could even blink, and she never came back.

Around the entire property is a huge fence, like what you’d see at an armory. It was tall, dark, and always guarded. It’s there to protect the club members from rival clubs. Or anyone else for that matter. MCs tend to gain a lot of enemies.

When those familiar gates came into view, I thought I was going to hurl.

“Karma, please don’t do this,” I begged in a whisper, but I was ignored.

“You should be fucking thankful that we’re giving you a chance to make amends with your family,” Psycho said as he turned onto the dirt driveway. “You’re the one always throwing tantrums.”

I scoffed at him.

Throwing tantrums. Of course. Because that’s what they think of me. It didn’t matter that they had known me almost my entire life. The moment somebody else told them I was up to no good, they believed them over me. I was never a tantrum thrower, but after so many people lying about me that I was… Well, I started to.

It’s just too bad that I couldn’t have started that while I was still at the club. I was too shy, timid, and sensitive before, but these bikers killed every last bit of that in me. And now I’m back. And things will be different this time around. Especially if I’m forced to be here.

“If you think I was throwing tantrums before… You ain’t seen nothing yet.” I grumbled as I crossed my arms.

“You’re being a real bitch for someone we’re doing a favor for,” Psycho muttered.

“Favor?!” I asked incredulously.

Psycho put the car in park, and whirled around to get in my face for the millionth time since we’ve been reunited.

“We might be forcing you, but don’t act like this ain’t for the better,” he spat. “It’s time for you to grow up Bly and stop this nonsense. Your mom and you used to be close-”

“Ya know what,” I interrupted him as I held my hand up. “Let’s just get out. I don’t need a lecture.”

Psycho narrowed his eyes at me.

“Keep up with the disrespect, and you’ll find out just how much we’ve grown up, Blythe,” he said with a hard tone. “This is our club. We’re bikers. Don’t test my patience.”

“Why? What are you going to do?” I spat. “Lock me up in a room? Hit me? Starve me? Go for it. I guarantee you it won’t make a difference where I’m concerned. You’re all better off just throwing out on the road and forgetting you ever saw me.”

Psycho’s eyes hardened, but Karma stiffened next to me. Dev turned his head, giving me a curious look. He seems to be the only one that can tell something is off with me. Probably because he doesn’t know what I went through at Silent Divine. These two do though.

“Why in the fuck would you think we would do something like that to you!?” Psycho roared at me, nearly shaking the whole car with his voice alone.

“Psycho,” Karma said his name sternly.

“No offense, VP, but you did threaten her,” Dev chimed in. “What else was she supposed to think?”

“Not that we would fucking abuse her!” Psycho shouted.

“What other kind of punishment is there?” I asked, giving him a hard look.

All three of them turned to look at me, but I didn’t understand their expressions. Shock mixed with anger and confusion.

“You think… the only kind of punishment… is abuse?” Dev asked me.

I shrugged.

“It’s the only ways I’ve ever been punished,” I replied.

“Bull-fucking-sh.it,” Psycho said. “Your mom never hit you or did any of that sh.it. None of us would have let that fly. Hell, Tusk wouldn’t have let that fly.”

“He’s got a point there,” Dev muttered.

I looked at each of them with a hard frown before dipping my head down. I stared at my hands in my lap as I tried to make sense of this.

“You can have a room in the hall with the rest of the succubi,” Psycho stated.

Succubi? As in… the club whores? I’ve heard of them referred to as such because that was a female sex demon. But they’re also called club who.res and sweet tarts. If I remember correctly, that is.

Wait… does that mean they’re going to force me to…?

No… No, I can’t! I can’t! I won’t!

My breathing started to come out harder, and I took a step back. I was seconds away from turning tail and running. I knew I wouldn’t make it, but I’d rather be dead than become a sweet tart.

Unfortunately, these guys can read me like a book. I backed up right into Dev’s chest. I squeezed Butter’s carrier tighter and fear gripped in my throat.

I looked down as tears filled my eyes. There’s nowhere to run to. It’s hopeless. I have no choice. They’re going to turn me into a club slut against my will. I’m going to be more used than I was at Silent Divine.

Suddenly, fingers were under my chin, forcing my eyes to connect with a pair of green eyes.

“I won’t let anyone touch you, Blythe,” he stated.

“W-what?” I asked, confused and shocked. “B-but y-you s-s-said-”

“You can either stay in the room we give you, which, yes, will be in the hall with the club girls, but you don’t have to be one. We don’t force that sh.it on the girls, and you know it,” he said. But I’m different, aren’t I?

“Or,” Karma continued, “You can sleep in my room, C.G.’s room, Havoc’s room, even Dragon’s room, or Psycho’s if you want to instead. But nobody else.”

Psycho scoffed.

“Don’t even try it, Blythe,” he said. “You are not welcome in my bed. And I bet Havoc will feel the same.”

I blinked at Karma.

“Fine,” I replied, ripping my chin from his hold. “Just take me inside.”

So I can go cry alone about how shitty my life is.