Inferno Demon Riders MC: My Five Obsessed Bullies novel Chapter 121

Chayton/Psycho’s P.O.V.

I couldn’t sit in Karma’s office anymore. I had to get out of there. After the weight of everything really started to settle…

I think it didn’t hit me until Karma fought me about killing one of our closest friends. It didn’t really hit me until then that our brother lied to us. For years. That he inadvertently caused so much harm… But that was the thing. It wasn’t purposeful. Yet, I knew how CG was back then. We were all so worried about him. He was a shell of himself. It had made me hate Blythe more.

And the whole time…

I knew that Havoc needed to be dealt with. Those are club rules. That’s why I had jumped up to help Karma take him down to the basement. Because I’m the VP, and we knew things had to be done. The whole way there, Havoc just let us drag him as he muttered the words “I’m so sorry” over and over again. He was sobbing, completely beside himself with guilt. I understood it. We all did after hearing what we heard.

Now things are just… fu.cked.

I tried to think about what I would have done if it were me. Would I have pushed Blythe away too? Honestly… I doubt it. I might have wanted to at first, but if she begged me… if she told me she wanted to stay even if it meant getting into trouble because she wasn’t quite 18 yet… I would have kept her and I would have slaughtered anyone who tried to take her from me.

Havoc fu.cked up, but I know he didn’t mean it. He didn’t want to be in love with his stepsister. He didn’t want to be in love with the same girl all his friends were in love with. I could relate to that. We were young back then. Stupid.

My mind bounced back and forth between defending Havoc and wondering why the hell he’d do that to all of us? It was hard to wrap my head around. I didn’t feel betrayed like everyone else. I just felt confused. Like my mind and my heart couldn’t figure out how to make sense of it all.

Not to mention the fact that Bly apparently won’t see us now. Like hell I’m going to let that happen. I need to go to her. I need to tell her that I’m on her side with all of this. I don’t want her to feel alone. I definitely don’t want to be alone. Not after everything she told us. It was hard enough to put on a brave face for her. I can’t stomach not having her close to me after all of that. I need to make sure she knows that she’s safe now and that she’ll never be alone again. I will never let anyone hurt her ever again.

So, I went to her house. I knew that Tusk and Angie were at the clubhouse hanging out and would probably be there most of the night. I walked right in, not bothering to knock. My stomach knotted as I walked through the house towards her bedroom.

Imagine my surprise when I saw Dragon there. He was sitting on the floor in the hallway with his back against the wall next to Blythe’s closed bedroom door. His long legs were stretched out in front of him. He had a defeated look on his face. When he looked up at me, his silver eyes were glossy and bloodshot.

“She won’t see us,” he muttered sadly. “I just got her, and now she hates me.”

I walked right up to Bly’s door and tried the handle. Locked.

“You think us bikers can’t pick a lock, Sweetness?” I called out.

“I think if you even try it I will kick your a.ss!” She shouted back, and I smiled. Hearing her voice sounds so nice. Even if she’s pissed.

“Do you even know how much bigger I am than you, Shorty?” I said, leaning my head against the door.

“Psy.cho, I mean it,” she said, sounding much closer to the door. “You and Dragon need to leave. Now. You all need to leave me alone. If you don’t… I will run. You guys only found me by pure luck before.”

A surge of panic shot through me followed by anger.

“Don’t you even think about leaving us!” I yelled.

“Then give me some space!” She yelled back.

I balled my hands into fists and placed them on the door.

“You’re pi.ssing me off, Short Cake.” I ground out. “You expect us to leave this house after threatening to leave us? You’ve got another thing coming! I’ll camp outside your window all fu.cking night if I have to. You’re not leaving us. You hear me?! You’re! Not! Leaving! You’re staying here! I don’t fu.cking care if I have to turn my room into a damn prison cell! You aren’t going anywhere!”

“Psy.cho, calm down,” Dragon said as he got to his feet.

“No! Fu.ck that! She ain’t leaving us,” I stated. “You hear that, Blythe?! You can’t leave! You’re not allowed! I don’t care! I don’t fu.cking care! You’re not-”

Suddenly the door swung open. I almost fell right into Blythe from the loss of the door. Her electric eyes were glaring daggers at me. My breath hitched. She’s been crying, that much is obvious. All I wanted was to pull her into my arms, but her words stopped any actions I was about to take.

“Shut the hell up,” she said it calmly, sternly, coldly, her voice ice. “I’m not going to leave, okay? I shouldn’t have said that. But I need some space from you. All of you. Because right now, it doesn’t feel like any of you are on my side, and until that changes, I don’t want to see any of your faces. Deal with it!” Then she slammed the door in my face and locked us out again.

For a moment, Dragon and I just stood there. Eventually, I turned and wandered out of the house. I wasn’t sure if Dragon stayed or not. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do now. My head was a damn mess.

I barely remember mounting my chopper, my favorite bike that I’ve ever had, the one I was still working on the last time I saw Blythe before she left here. She hasn’t even got to see it yet, let alone been on it. I don’t remember the drive to Granny’s at all. I don’t even remember going in and sitting on the couch. But that’s what I did, and that’s where I stayed until the sun came up. That’s where I was when Granny woke up and came out of her bedroom.

“What happened?” she asked immediately.

I looked up at her confused, dazed, out of sorts.

“Chayton?” She asked, sounding more worried as she took a seat next to me.

My lips parted, but no words came out. Tears stung my eyes and I suddenly felt like a little boy again. The same little boy who had no parents. The one who felt lonely despite being part of an MC. The one who only ever saw light in a pair of electric blue eyes. Eyes that refuse to give me any refuge right now.

“Chayton, what happened, honey?” Granny asked again.

A choked sob escaped my throat as I threw myself into my poor little grandmother. She’s less than half my size and here I am, my head in her lap and my arms around her as I sobbed like a little boy. She brushed her fingers through my hair, cooing at me as I just let it all out.

“H–Havoc… he… he… lied to us,” I blubbered. “And Blythe… Oh, Granny, Blythe…” I couldn’t even finish the words.

“I know baby,” she murmured. “I know.”

I finally sat up, wiping my nose on the back of my hand.

“You know?” I asked.

“Blythe has told me everything, honey,” she admitted. “I know what that place did to her, what Evander did. I’ve been waiting for the truth to come out.”

I’m not even surprised.

“I… I don’t know how to get us all past this Granny,” I whispered.

“Patience, my dear,” she said gently. “Patience is what you need.”

I stayed with Granny for breakfast. She wanted me to sleep for a little bit before heading. back to the clubhouse, but I had things to do. Which reminded me to tell her that we had found Luna. So much happened last night. Granny wasn’t happy that I had waited to tell her.

I ended up having to call Dev to come pick up Granny since she refused to get on my chopper. She demanded she come with us to give Luna back to her parents though, so Dev it was. Granny wanted to know why we hadn’t taken Luna back right away, but I didn’t want to tell her that CG needed some time to get shock collars off them without hurting them.

But, we made it. The ol‘ ladies took care of the kids and got them all some new clothes. They were cleaned up, but you can still see bruises on them, especially Luna. The poor kid has a black eye that’s still very swollen. I hate that I have to take her to her parents like this.

“Does it look bad?” Luna asked suddenly.

Sh.it, she caught me staring. Again.

“Yeah, kid, it looks bad,” I mumbled, not wanting to lie to her.

“Do you think I could join the MC when I’m old enough?” she asked, surprising me.

“You want to join the Inferno’s Demon Riders?” I asked, shocked.

Luna nodded enthusiastically.

“I think I’ve proven that I’m really strong,” she told me, beaming with pride.

I chuckled at her as I ruffled her hair.

“Well, if that’s what you want, I’ll put in a good word for you,” I said.

“Really?” She asked excitedly.

“Yeah, kid, really,” I replied just as Dev pulled up to Jace and Leah’s place. I looked down at

Luna, who was bursting with excitement and nerves. I opened the door and grabbed her little hands in mine. “You ready?” I asked her and she nodded. “Remember what we talked about?”

“Yeah, they’re gonna cry a lot,” she mumbled. “It’s all gonna be okay though. Because I got Inferno’s Demon Rider’s VP to protect me.”

This little girl…

I smiled at her just as the front door opened. I saw Jace standing in the doorway, looking at the SUV with confusion. I didn’t blame him. Even when I bring Granny, we don’t take a car this big. He looked worried too. Like he was preparing for me to bring him a dead body or something.

“Daddy…” Luna breathed out.

“You got this, Luna.” I whispered to her as I helped her out of the car.

Jace and I held eye contact as Luna’s little feet hit the ground. The moment she came around and he caught sight of her, his entire body deflated. Tears instantly fell from his eyes as he ran towards Luna.

“Daddy!” She screamed as she launched herself into his arms.

“Luna… Oh my god… thank god… Luna…” he murmured as he rocked her back and forth on his knees. “Leah!” He shouted as he held Luna’s face to look at her injuries. “Leah! Leah, come quick!”

Then she was at the door, looking half dead. Leah’s eyes connected with her husband and daughter and the wail that left her throat was painful to hear. She threw herself at her daughter, kissing all over her face as she sobbed and apologized. I watched the scene as tears filled my eyes. This was the happy ending I wanted to give to all the parents. It somehow doesn’t feel like enough though.

“You did good, boy,” Granny said, patting my arm. “Now let’s help them heal. Together.”

“You think I’ll ever be able to help her heal?” I asked without looking at her. She knew who I meant.

“Patience, my boy,” she murmured.

Patience… I’ve never had any. I don’t want to be patient now. I want Blythe. In my arms. Laughing. Happy.

How the hell am I supposed to stay away when she’s so close and we all feel like this?