Inferno Demon Riders MC: My Five Obsessed Bullies novel Chapter 28

Chayton/Psycho’s POV

After talking with Johnny, I had no doubts in my mind that Blythe probably didn’t start that fight today. Or hell, maybe she did, and it was deserved. I’m starting to feel like I have no idea about anything anymore.

“You think we had a lot more wrong about Bly than just today?” I asked Karma as we walked through the halls, looking for any one of those fucking girls.

“Yes,” Karma replied flatly.

I can tell this is bugging him more than he’s letting on. That’s why he’s so short. I mean, not that Karma is very talkative, but… Other than C.G., he was the one that held on the longest. When all of us would argue about keeping her to ourselves, he was the voice of reason. Or maddness. I guess it depends on how you look at things.

Wonderful maddness is what I’m settling on.

“Can’t be that much off though, right?” I asked. “I mean, Bly acted out a lot back then… right?”

Karma stopped right in front of Snapper’s door and turned to look at me.

“Did she?” he asked.

I frowned at him.

“Yeah, she fucking did,” I replied.

“I never saw her do anything,” he said casually.

“She admitted to it a few times,” I argued.

“Did she?” He countered. “Or did she just apologize because we made her?”

I clenched my jaw, but didn’t say anything. What could I say? I had no proof that Bly did all the shit she did.

We were all going off of Everly’s word. In the matter of fucking earth–shattering minutes, Everly’s word has lost significant value. And it’s making me anxious.

What if… what if Everly lied about a lot of shit back then? Would she? It would be… totally crazy. For both her and Alex.

Then again, Alex did try to get knocked up by C.G. The shit she pulled got her banned from the club for eight months. Would have been permanent if she wasn’t a club princess. Is Ev that crazy too? I know she’s always had a thing for Karma, but those two just want to be patched ol‘ ladies and not just princesses. Couldn’t they just latch onto someone else?

Still, it would be crazy. I mean, Bly/put garbage in Ev’s locker, pushed her, bullied her, tore up her homework.

Why would Ev do all of that to herself? Is she that crazy over Karma?

No. There’s no way. That’s just crazy talk.

“I meant what I said, Psycho,” Karma stated. “If I find out that anybody hurt her… I’ll make them pay.”

“What if we were the ones that hurt her?” I blurted before I could stop myself.

Karma’s jaw ticked as he looked around the hall, searching for the right words.

“We always used to say that she was the opposite of all of us,” he said. “The balance that we needed she was rational when you were crazy. She was soft when Havoc was tough. She was loud when C.G. was quiet She was the voice of reason for us, the light in the darkness?

“What’s your point?” I asked, frustrated.

“I always felt like she was the calm in all our bullshit, but things have changed,” he said. “I think she’s going to become like us now. Crazy instead of calm. Tough Instead of soft. Quiet instead of loud. And a storm that’s going to give the five of us our karma,”

“You think she’s going to punish us?” I asked incredulously, “You think that little thing is going to make us regret everything and give us our karma? Didn’t she already sort of do that? Ya know, when she broke her fucking promise to come back.”

“I think it’s going to be very difficult to get back in her heart,” he mumbled. “I think there’s something we’re missing, Psycho. This ain’t just about Everly and Alex and whatever other petty bullshit. No matter who’s tellin‘ the truth… If Bly really just wanted to punish us, then why would she promise to come back at all? Why not tell us all off before she left if she was that angry? C.G. was right. We should be askin why she didn’t come back, why she’d rather be on the streets alone than with us.”

“What if I don’t want to know the answer?” I grumbled.

“Too damn bad,” he said, slapping my arm. “No matter what we see on the footage later, we’re finding out whatever it is that little spark is hiding from us.”

“Whatever,” I replied, knowing Karma was going to do what he wanted anyway. “What about all the other bullshit we’re dealing with?” I asked. “Ya know, with those missing kids and that organization C.G. found attached to it all.”

“I’m still figuring it out,” Karma said. “I’m waiting to hear back from someone, and C.G. gets more and more information every day. It’s just taking time. Whatever that organization is and whoever is funding it must have money, because shit’s hidden.”

“And in the meantime, we get to play the white knights in Blythe’s little fairy–tale,” I grumbled.

“Well, you know what the good thing about it now is, right?” He asked and knocked on Snapper’s door.

“What?” I replied with a raised brow.

“Where the hell is Blythe’s bag?” Karma asked, getting right to it.

Snapper paled, but tried to hide it.

“W–what do you mean? How would I know?” She replied.

Karma took a menacing step towards her. Snapper took a step back, and right into Joker’s chest. She looked up at him and he gave her a sad smile.

“Sorry, darlin‘, you in trouble now,” he said, teasing her in the worst way.

There’s a reason we call him Joker. Bastard’s almost as sick in the head as me.

“Snapper,” Karma said, his voice dark and cold. “Tell me what the fuck happened. Where the hell is Blythe’s shit? Why the fuck didn’t you take her anything I fucking told you to? Who the hell told her she had to clean the house to stay here?” Then he took another step towards her and bent down to get in her face and you better not fucking lie to me.”

Snapper gulped. She looked at Karma with wide eyes. Then she turned those eyes to me and then to Joker. She knew that she was fucked. Either she was going to tell us the easy way, or we were taking her to the basement. She knew it and she was terrified.

In my closet, Snapper mumbled

I pushed past them, going right to the closet. I found Bly’s duffle bag in the very back. However, what i found pissed me the fuck off

“You left out that you guys destroyed her shit while you were busy bullying her I said, holding the due bag up for Karma to see. All over it was bright pink spray paint. The words bitch, skank, whore, hoe, cunt were sprayed all over it. They did it to her clothes too. The bag was open, and I could see enough of that bright pink to know.

Aam in trouble?” Snapper asked,

Yeah babe, I think you are, Joker said as he wrapped his arms around her in a loving way.

Fucking creep 26–but he keep her locked in her room until I figure this shit out,” Karma told Joker.

“Got it Prez, Joker replied,

I followed Karma into the hall with Bly’s bag in my hand. I was fuming. I feel like fucking shit. Like fucking scum, Like I really fucked up.

And now we get to go see what really happened in the kitchen earlier today.