Inferno Demon Riders MC: My Five Obsessed Bullies novel Chapter 139

Kylian/Karma’s P.O.V.

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~ A couple of days later ~

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“You find out the good news yet?” Dragon asked as he sat down next to me.

It’s late Friday night and the clubhouse is in full swing. Crash and the rest of the crew are back. Bly and the other ol’ ladies really went all out for them. There were decorations, a whole buffet-style feast, loud music, booze, everything you need for a good party. And everyone’s having a good time.

Everyone but me.

“He sure hasn’t,” Ps.ycho replied for me, laughing.

“Damn, that really sucks for you,” Dragon teased me.

“Where the hell have you even been?” I snapped at him.

Just when he was about to answer me, CG sat down next to him. Bly came walking in, trailing her hand along both their backs as she passed by, shooting them a playful wink. I swear, both of them sighed like lovesick teenagers. Ridiculous.

“See that girl over there?” Dragon said, nodding toward Bly in her little black dress. “Yeah, that’s where I’ve been. Right between those gorgeous thighs. Right where Tae and I belong,” he added with a laugh, sharing a knowing look with CG before turning their attention back to Bly.

“I took her panties,” CG said, tossing a damp piece of clothing my way without breaking eye contact with Bly, who had now joined the other old ladies and some club girls she liked.

“Fuckin’ hell,” I muttered, balling up the soaked fabric in my fist.

“You gonna make a move yet?” Dragon asked. “It’s worth it. Even if she hate-fucks you.”

“No,” I growled.

“Come on, Karma,” Psy.cho urged. “Stop being so stubborn. She just wants you to break first. Go beg her to fuck you. She’ll give in.”

“No,” I said firmly. “She can break.” I downed the rest of my drink and refilled the glass immediately.

“You’d finally get to see the surprise,” Dragon said, eyes glued to Bly as she danced with Coco.

That damn surprise. They’d been teasing me about it for days. I hadn’t pushed them to spill because of respect for Blythe. I’d also been avoiding her. Everyone thought it was because she was mad at me for messing up Evander’s face. Partly true. But mostly, I didn’t know how to face Evander. After making him stay in my office the other day, I practically told him to sit in the corner and pretended he didn’t exist.

Tonight, though, that bastard was working the bar. Bly had put him to work. She knew we’d all be here, and she’d be safe. Of course, my eyes hadn’t left her all night—except for the brief moments when Dragon and CG had her attention. That little black dress was teasing me relentlessly. She even had on those sexy, fuck-me heels. Goddamn, I wanted her so badly I thought I might suffocate.

It’d been far too long since I’d had her. Masturbation didn’t help. I needed the real thing. I needed Blythe’s tight pussy wrapped around me. I craved her bouncing on me, screaming my name. I needed those electric eyes locked on mine, full of pleasure. I needed—

“Yo, Prez! I need to say something!” Joker’s voice cut through the music and my spiraling thoughts. He pulled my attention, along with the VIP table’s and a few others nearby. I raised an eyebrow as he barreled over, nearly tripping.

“Prez!” he shouted, pounding his fist on the table.

“How drunk are you?” I asked, frowning.

“Buzzed,” he slurred.

Clearly, he was more than buzzed. The crazy fucker.

“I’ve got something to tell you,” he said, raising his voice. “The whole club can fucking hear it!” He stood, scanning the room. Not everyone was paying attention, but more were.

I followed Joker’s gaze to Glitter, who sat awkwardly on Claw’s lap. Wait—why did she look so uncomfortable?

“That’s it!” Joker yelled, storming across the room.

We watched with a mix of amusement and confusion as he marched up to Claw and Glitter. Glitter’s face lit up with hope when she saw Joker. Without a word, he bent down and slung her over his shoulder. Claw protested and stood, but Joker shoved him back down, growled something I couldn’t hear, and turned away.

“This girl!” Joker shouted as he neared my table, pointing at Glitter’s ass on his shoulder. “She’s mine! MINE! I’m requesting to order her a cut! My name! My claim! Mine! I don’t give a flying fuck if she was a club girl before. She’s mine now! Nobody fucking touches her!”

With that, he stormed off, leaving us stunned. Well, everyone except the ladies, who cheered and clapped. I even caught a few whispering “finally.” Blythe looked especially pleased. I wasn’t sure what was going on, but fuck, if it made my brother and my old lady happy, then great.

“I thought he was just standing close, talking to someone else!” she yelled. “I thought it was one of you guys behind me!”

“How could you fucking think that?!”

“Because I’m drunk, you moron!”

“Wait…” Pistol interrupted, raising his hands. “You’re telling me… you’re the prez’s…” He trailed off, expecting us to fill in the blanks.

“She’s my old lady,” I growled.

“I belong to five of the brothers, actually,” she corrected me.

I shot her a look but said nothing. Not the time. I was already pissed enough. Five of us. Because Evander was somehow redeemable in her eyes.

“Fuck… fuck me…” Pistol muttered, realizing his mistake. His eyes widened as he looked at me before swallowing hard. “I-I… fuck, Karma, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t ever put your fucking hands on her again,” I warned.

“Y-yeah, of course… sorry, man,” he stammered.

“Or I’ll kick your ass worse than just a punch to the throat!” Bly added, pointing a finger at him with narrowed eyes.

For fuck’s sake…

I didn’t want to let this slide, but I knew I had to. It wasn’t Pistol’s fault, no matter how pissed I was. It wasn’t anyone’s fault. Still, this gave me the perfect excuse to bulldoze back into Bly’s life.

And I fully intended to take advantage of it.