Inferno Demon Riders MC: My Five Obsessed Bullies novel Chapter 39

Kylian/Karma’s POV

Damn. I hated the way she was so stiff in my arms. I hate that she didn’t melt into me like she used to. It hurt more than I care to admit.

Blythe doesn’t feel safe with us anymore. I already knew that, but… Part of me thought that once we started treating her better, maybe she would loosen up. Before, it used to be so easy. Even when Bly was hurt or angry or sad, all it ever took was a little bit of coaxing. Just a tiny shove and she would be right back to clinging to us.

Fuck, listen to me. A little bit of attention and I expect Bly to just be happy with that? We should have given her more back then. We should have just let her grow up to be a brat. I doubt it would have happened anyway, but I’d rather Bly be a brat than… Than like this.

She’s timid. Observant. Alert. Scared. Like she expects to be attacked at any moment. Like she’s just waiting for us to flip on her.

I hate it. I hate it so fucking much.

I’m glad that I told CG to pick her up. He’ll be the softest and sweetest to her. He won’t let her squirm away either. He’d better listen to my damn rules about not fucking her though.

Originally, I was going to drop Bly off at her room and send CG there, but Ma gave me that look that demanded we needed to talk. So, I texted CG to come get Bly. It’s still decently early, but apparently, Bly has a lot of new shit to put away. CG can help her with the TV and phone that he went out and got for her earlier.

Ma and Dad yelled goodbye to Bly as CG whisked her out the door. I watched them walk back to the clubhouse from the window. CG never let go of her hand, even though Bly tried to shake him off several times. I almost laughed at how sassy she’s become. I think all of us like a little more than we want to admit. Bly always had a spicy streak, but it took so much to bring it out of her. Now it’s much more a part of her.

“She sure grew into a beautiful young woman,” Ma said from beside me, looking out the window at them too. “Too skinny, but we’ll fix that with time.”

I nodded in response. She must want to yell at me some more without Bly here to hear it all. It was clear from the way that Bly acted earlier that she still cares about me. She didn’t want me to get seriously hurt. At least, I think. She did hit me with a fucking cast–iron pan right after.

“Kylian, I know that you know there’s more to this story,” Ma said softly. “Something happened to her.”

“I know,” I replied tightly.

“Are you going to figure it out? Or are you going to listen to what everyone tells you like you boys used to?” She asked.

“Ma, that’s not fair-”

“Isn’t it?” She cut me off. “We all saw how you guys took Everly and Alex’s words for everything. I admit that we let a lot of stuff slide, but… We just thought you were all struggling with the changes, and we didn’t want to make things worse for Angie. We shouldn’t have stayed so silent though. I never realized how truly cruel and evil Everly and Alex were until much, much later. But Kylian, you are all grown now. So, please, please do right by her.”

“I know, Ma, and I’m going to,” I said. “I’m going to find out what her piece of shit husband did, and then I’m going to show him why they call me Karma.”

I expected Ma to smile at me. After all, she’s been involved in clublife for so long that she’s used to this kind of thing. With how much she cares for Blythe, I thought she’d be happy to hear it. So why is she looking at me with eyes full of heavy sadness?

“Ma?” I asked.

“I-… I think it might be worse than just an abusive husband, Kylian,” she said softly.

I frowned as I turned my whole body to face my mother.

“She say somethin‘ to you?” I asked.

Ma looked out the window for a moment and then back at me.

“Kylian, what did Angie used to tell us Daniel would say when she tried to call Blythe?” She asked me.

For a moment, I didn’t answer. I didn’t want to talk in riddles, but I know my ma. She always has a point in the way she does things.

“Lots of different things,” I replied. “She was out with friends, she didn’t want to talk, she was busy on her own phone. He said that he wouldn’t give out Bly’s number without her permission but gave her Angie’s. She never contacted her. There were times that he would say some meaner shit. Things that Blythe apparently said. About not wanting to see any of us, calling us trash, saying that the rich life was way better, and she didn’t need any of us.”

Ma nodded as she looked out the window again.

“I’ll say,” Dad said, chuckling. “Still can’t believe she hit ye with that pan. Ha! What a sight that was!”

I gave him a flat look, but I had to admit that I was pretty damn shocked too. I really didn’t think Blythe was going to do it. Or hit me so damn hard for that matter. She really gave it to me and I deserved it.

Not to mention how fucking hot it was to see her smirk at me afterward.

Bly was always meant to be a part of the Inferno Demon Riders. She belongs here with us. She was made for this life. She’s the perfect mix of crazy and innocent. I can’t wait to push her limits more.

“She’s stronger,” Ma said with a small smile.

“She’s afraid,” I muttered.

“She is,” Ma agreed.

“And you dipshits ain’t helpin‘ much,” Dad grumbled.

I rolled my eyes at him. Neither of them are going to let me forget this shit. Not for a very long time at least.

“I gotta go,” I told them, heading for the door.

“Oh, and Kylian,” Ma called out, and I turned around to look at her. “Whether we find anything or not… if Daniel comes here again… I’m putting a bullet in his head.”

You’ll have to beat me to it then.