Inferno Demon Riders MC: My Five Obsessed Bullies novel Chapter 24

Blythe’s P.O.V.

“Wait, you thought Blythe was a fucking junkle?” C.G.’s angry voice brought me back to their conversation.

Of course, he did. You guys always assume the worst of me.

“She looked tweaked out,” Karma replied tightly. “I wondered if maybe… and then Nikki said she saw her taking pills.”

Somebody scoffed.

“Makes sense though,” Psycho chimed in. Great, he’s here too. “I mean, why else would she run away from her rich husband and daddy? Not come to us? Hide in some shit-hole apartment in a shit-hole town?

Drugs ain’t exactly out there.”

“This is Blythe we’re talking about,” C.G. said, and my heart nearly fluttered.

“Yeah, well, we don’t know her as well as we thought we did,” Psycho bit out.

“Or maybe you fucking do,” Doc snapped. “Since she wasn’t on any fucking drugs.”

It went silent after that.

“Why is she in this uniform?” C.G. asked, and I felt his finger run down my arm.

“No idea,” Karma replied. “We can ask her when she wakes up.”

What a crock of shit.

“You have Dev take her cat some stuff?” Psycho asked.

“Had him go buy some shit,” Karma replied, sounding exhausted. “He should be back soon.”

At least he remembered that Butter existed.

“I can’t fucking believe that you let this happen,” C.G. said, his voice low with anger.

“I didn’t let anything fuckin’ happen!” Karma snapped. “I didn’t-”

“Bullshit!” C.G. shouted. “Fucking bullshit, Karma! This is all your fault and you fucking know it!”

“What did you want me to do Guru!?” Karma shouted back. “Leave her in Nebraska?!”

“No!” C.G. exclaimed, getting louder. “You should have treated her like a fucking person!”

“She deserves to be punished!” Karma yelled.

Oh, for fucking what?!

“So bend her over your fucking knee and spank her sweet ass!” C.G. yelled back, surprising me and fucking her brains out! Then make her our ol’ lady so that she never wants to leave! That’s-”

“That didn’t fucking work the first time, did it?!” Karma cut him off.

I was surprised that he didn’t say more. I thought he would have argued about screwing me, or making me an ol’ lady, or the fact that C.G. made it sound like I was going to belong to all of them in some way. And I have no idea what Karma even means about the first time.

“Maybe,” C.G. said in a much calmer voice. “Maybe we should self-reflect on why she would rather live in a shit-hole apartment in a shit-hole town, then come back to us. Instead of playing with her like this.”

“She has no fucking reason,” Psycho snapped.

“You… shut the fuck up before I bring up what we talked about at the shop,” C.G. threatened him.

Must have worked, because Psycho didn’t say anything else.

“I think you should start by figuring out what happened to her,” Doc said, reminding us all that he was still in the room.

That’s not embarrassing at all. Ya know, them talking about fucking me to death in front of a man I saw as an uncle growing up.

“I’m going to look into her husband and father more,” C.G. said. “Right after I figure out what happened today.”

“How you gonna do that?” Psycho asked.

“I had him install cams all over the clubhouse when I became prez,” Karma said. “With audio. Random places. Only he and I knew about them. Now, only the four of us.”

Correction, the five of us.

“What you gonna do if you find something surprising on that recording, Prez?” Doc asked.

“Surprising?” Psycho replied.

“Yeah,” Doc said. “Like that you were lied to and now look like a total fool.”

“I’ll apologize to her,” Karma mumbled.

I almost scoffed out loud. Like a simple apology is going to make a damn difference. He can shove his apology right up his ass.

“Yeah, well, I’m not leaving to check anything until she wakes up,” C.G. said.

“Well, then, wake up darlin’!” Doc shouted. “I know you’re awake, and I want these fuckers out of my space.”

I groaned as I opened my eyes.

“Coulda made them leave and let me stay asleep,” I grumbled.

“Yeah, because they would leave,” Doc replied with a laugh.

“Wait, you were awake that whole time?” Psycho spat at me. “How much did you fucking hear, you little snake?”

I rolled my eyes at him as I tried to sit up. My body feels weak and it must have showed. C.G. reached out to try to help me, but I slapped his hands away, frowning at the three of them.

“I was hoping you would leave so I could wake up in peace,” I said, glaring at Psycho.

“Okay, okay,” Karma said, moving to come between us. He looked from Havoc to me. “What are you talking about anyway? I asked a prospect to bring you your bag. I asked a club girl to take you shit and ask if you needed anything.”

I scoffed.

“And?” I replied, crossing my arms.

“So what the fuck happened?” Karma asked. “Why don’t you have your stuff?”

I gave him an incredulous look.

“Do you think that I hid my own stuff? For what? Attention?” I asked him.

Karma shrugged and all I could do was laugh.

“I’m sitting in Doc’s room because I passed out from lack of food and water. I have a split lip from being smacked around. Nobody has so much as uttered a word to me in days… And you think I want attention? What am I? A child? I couldn’t give a fuck less about your attention! You selfish asshole! If I was so desperate for attention, then I would dress like Alex does! Or walk around crying with my little sob stories like Everly does! Or hell, get butt-fucking-naked and run around the whole damn place like the club girls do! That would get me some fucking attention!”

“Watch your damn mouth,” Karma snapped at me.

I laughed.

“Or what?” I challenged. Karma stiffened. “You gonna take my clothes away? My eating privileges? Lock me in my room? Have the club girls beat me up because you’re too much of a coward to hit me yourself?”

Karma’s jaw ticked.

“How fucking dare you talk about my sister like that, or Alex,” Havoc said, shaking his head in disgust.

I looked away from him, trying not to give a shit. Trying. Trying so hard.

“You aren’t the same,” he added.

Now I did look at him, holding his eyes so he knew how deep these next few words were.

“Thank god for that,” I stated.

“Alright, I think that’s enough,” Doc told them. “Bly needs rest and food.”

“I’ll go get you something,” C.G. said.

I shook my head. “I don’t want anything from any of you.”

“I’ll take care of her,” Doc promised as he shoved them all out of the room. He closed the door and locked it. Then he came to sit on my bed, and I finally broke down. Doc pulled me into his arms and I sobbed like a damn baby on his shoulder. “Shh, shhh, it’s alright,” he said soothingly as he rubbed my back. “I got you, little girl. I got you.”

“I fucking hate them,” I blubbered.

“I know,” he mumbled. “I know.”

And I truly wish I meant that.