Inferno Demon Riders MC: My Five Obsessed Bullies novel Chapter 32

Tae/Computer Guru/C.G.’s PO.V.

Fuck, I am so ready for this. All of it. Teasing Bly, teasing the guys, having her, us all finally getting what we want.

I should be more concerned. I should be less excited. After all, it’s clear that Bly went through something Something probably pretty bad. But I can’t help myself. She’s right here, right in my grasp, and I just got a green light to pounce. Okay, it was a yellow light, but I could work with that.

I didn’t sleep a wink last night. Well, none of us did. After deciding that I’d won the bet and that we were going to pursue Bly, we planned. Well, Karma and I did. Psycho and Havoc just listened. At least, to the sexual relationship shit with Blythe. Everything else they were talkative for.

Like what to do with Snapper, or Alex and Everly. It was a huge fight all around. I wanted Snapper booted, but Psycho argued. She was always his favorite, and he argued that she was just trying to fit in with the club princesses. Karma decided to give her a trial run, but she was Psycho’s responsibility now. Which means he’s got to lay down the law with her, and if she fucks up again, he gets to deal with it.

Alex and Everly were different. They were club princesses. Alex had already gotten herself into hot water with the shit she pulled with me. We could easily ban her from the club with the evidence we had. Batch wouldn’t be able to do shit to help his daughter, and honestly, I doubted he’d even try. I knew he was sick of Alex’s shit.

Everly was different though. She was the golden child. A daughter to one of our oldest members, and also the twin sister of our Enforcer. Plus, without that audio, Everly didn’t really do anything wrong. Not that we could prove, anyway.

However, seeing that footage and thinking back to all those times we never listened to Blythe got to all of us. Havoc was the only one sticking up for his sister, but deep down, even he knew that something wasn’t right.

So, Karma’s plan was to add more cameras around the clubhouse and… see what happens. It wasn’t the best plan, but without some kind of proof that Everly was lying and bullying Bly, there was nothing we could do. Which fucking sucked because now Everly gets to stay around and bully Bly whenever she wants.

Granted, that was part of Karma’s plan. It was a shit plan, and I wasn’t sure if it was really going to work, but I was willing to give it a try. As long as Bly was never left alone for too long. I didn’t want Everly to have the chance to hurt her.

Ultimately, we decided to do nothing except watch from the shadows. I hated it. I could tell that the others weren’t too keen on the idea either, but it was what we had. Bly still got her “punishment” for breaking her promise, and we could sneakily find out the truth. This way, the girls think that we don’t believe Blythe again,

just like before. They’ll stay cocky and confident and soon enough, we’ll have our proof.

I just hate that the one getting hurt the most in all of this is Bly. But, we can make up for it now. When one of

us has to be mean to her to keep the show going, another one of us gets to sooth all that pain to do the most soothing. Even if I have to wait for Karma to fuck her first.

And what a damn fucing rule that was. All of us got a few shocks during that conversation…

– Flashback to their conversation ~

“Let’s go back to what the fuck you meant when you said you get her first,” I said after we discussed everything else.

“I get to fuck her first,” Karma replied casually. “Nobody gets their dick in her pussy before me.”

“But everything else is fair game?” I asked,

“Take it slow,” he ordered. “I mean it.”

“Fuck, I can try,” I mumbled.

“Should I change that and not let any of you do anything until I’ve done it with her?” Karma said.

Psycho scoffed and I smirked.

“What if we’ve already done shit with her? What then?” I asked.

Psycho narrowed his eyes at me. Something the other two definitely noticed. I was trying my best not to laugh at the way Psycho was blushing right now.

“Have you two done shit with her already?” Havoc asked incredulously.

“We may have dry–humped to completion back in the day,” I replied, folding my hands behind my head and leaning back in my chair. “Psycho watched us get all hot and heavy on my 16th birthday. Then he trapped her in her room shortly after that. Didn’t ya, Psycho?”

Psycho glared at me.

“You two fucking made her cum by dry humping her?” Havoc asked, still sounding incredulous.

“Don’t act like you didn’t do the same,” Karma shot out.

Mine and Psycho’s eyes snapped to Havoc.

“What?!” I practically shouted.

“You too? When?” Psycho asked at the same time.

“Tell them the truth,” Karma said. “Don’t leave out that you had your fingers plowed into her either. And while we’re at it, you can also explain why you stormed out of there afterward, lookin‘ all pissed off instead of happy as hell that the girl you loved just creamed all over your hand.”

My jaw dropped as I stared at Havoc.

“We can take her shopping today, Aunt Cami offered.

“No,” Karma shot her down. “She’s not leavin‘ the area until I know she won’t run the moment she gets a

chance. At least not without us.”

“How about me and Psycho go with them?” I suggested.

Karma stared at me for a moment before his eyes slid to the three girls at the table.

“Tomorrow,” he said. “C.G., Psycho, Havoc, and I will all go. My mom will be back today. She’ll want to come too.”

Isla is coming here today?” Blythe perked up.

Karma looked down at her.

“She was visiting family and Bonnie over in Scotland,” he told her. “She doesn’t know you’re here.

“Oh, she knows,” Aunt Cami said.

“Yeah, she definitely knows,” Mom agreed, smiling sweetly at Karma:

Karma sighed heavily before looking at Blythe again.

“Want to come to my parents‘ with me?” he asked her. “To wait for her.”

Karma held his hand out to Blythe. She looked at it and looked at him. This is either about to be the world’s smallest step forward, or downright disappointing. Whether it’s just for Isla or not, this is a very smail moment of trust. At least we know Blythe didn’t hate us so much that she’d rather be locked in her room than see Isla. Or… she could want exactly that, and shut us out. We need some kind of opening from her. Just a crack for us to shove the rest of the way through.

Finally, after a long moment of hesitation, Blythe placed her hand in Karma’s, giving us that start of that little crack.