Inferno Demon Riders MC: My Five Obsessed Bullies novel Chapter 42

Kylian/Karma’s P.O.V.

After I left my parents‘ house, I went straight to my office. I ignored all the sweet tarts vying for my attention. I gave my brothers a nod when they called out to me. But my target was right here.

I shut my door behind me and sat down behind my desk. I tried to think about everything that I knew, organizing my thoughts. I need to do something. I need to send someone to investigate. Someone who is loyal to the club, but not affiliated. Someone Daniel doesn’t know or won’t suspect.

Like a private investigator.

And just like that, a solution came to mind.

I pulled my phone out and clicked through my contacts. Ghost isn’t a brother, but he’s affiliated with the club in ways. He’s what we call a nomad. A biker who lives the life, but solo, not belonging to any club. He’s gained friends here and there, and the Inferno Demon Riders are one of them. He accidentally got caught up in some of our shit, and I helped him out. I just have to hope that he can help me. I clicked on the call icon next to

Ghost’s name and brought the phone to my ear.

“Yo, wassup Karma?” He answered on the fourth ring.

“I need to talk to you, you busy?” I asked him.

“Uh, nah, not at the moment,” he said, and I heard some scrambling in the background. “Sounds important. Everything okay? Or is this you trying to convince me to prospect for y’all again?”

“Look Ghost, I know you said you didn’t want to be part of a club,” I started. “I’m not callin‘ about anythin‘ like that, but I need your help.”

“Okay, with what?” he asked.

“Listen, it’s kinda a long story, but… You used to be a P.I., right?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he replied. “Still do a little here and there.”

“I’ll pay you whatever, but this job I have might be dangerous, and I need you to keep it low,” I told him. “Things might get difficult if anyone knows you’re helpin‘ the club.”

“I’m intrigued,” he said teasingly. “Tell me more. I’ll tell you if I can help.”

So I do. I told Ghost the most that I could about the situation. The problem was that I didn’t know much, it was all little bits and haunches I was going off of.

“Okay, I’ll see what I can do,” Ghost said. “It’ll take me a couple of days to get out that way. I’ll let you know when I have something.”

“Alright, thanks Ghost,” I replied before hanging up.

This is all so fucked. I still have so much paperwork to do for all the legal businesses the club owns. I also need to talk to the guys about the next shipment coming in and who’s going on the next run. Not to mention all this shit with Bly.

Fuck me.

I had only been working on paperwork shit for less than an hour when Psycho came storming in. He, CG, Havoc, and Dragon are the only ones who ever get away with that. Mostly they never do it anyway, out of respect. Except for Psycho, because, well, the man is crazy.

“Hey,” he said as he plopped down in a chair on the other side of my desk.

“Hey,” I replied before looking back down at my paperwork.

“So, how was your day?” he asked.

N looked up and raised a brow at him.

“My parents are pissed at me and Blythe rocked my shit with a cast–iron skillet earlier,” I told him.

“No shit?” He muttered, looking at the knot on the side of my head. “Fuck, she hit you hard.”

“She sure did,” I replied.

“Was it hot?” he asked.

“The pan?” I asked. “No, I got it for her and told her to hit me.”

“Not the pan, you idiot,” he replied. “Her! Was she hot when she fucking hit you?”

I stared at Psycho for a moment.

“Thought you didn’t want her,” I said.

Psycho shrugged.

“I just want to be inside her, is that so bad?” he replied smugly.

Well, this was a faster step than I was expecting.

“So, now you want to fuck her but not be with her?” I asked.

“I want to figure out what she’s hiding and I want to be friends at the very least. She was close to all of us for most of our lives,” he told me.

“And wanting to be inside her?” I asked, amused.

Psycho averted his eyes.

“If you guys are playing with her and forcing me to too, then I might as well have some fun,” he said. “Blythe is fine as hell. Always has been. I won’t deny that.”

“And why would you after you dry humped her until you both came?” I teased him, making him frown at me. “Why didn’t you ever tell me about that before?”

As my VP, Psycho is the only one I trust to do something like this.

“Yeah, go on,” he said.

I quickly made my way to Blythe’s room. I figured that she was still there I doubted that CG was able to convince her to leave, but i also doubted that he left either. However, I was surprised that they were both in Bly’s bed and that she was asleep CG turned his head when I walked in He had Blythe wrapped in his arms and was rubbing her hair. I flicked the lock on the door and kicked off my boots I walked into the room as I took off my cut. I set it on the dresser and stripped out of my shirt and jeans Then i crawled into bed on the other side of Blythe.

We were silent for a while I wasn’t sure if either of us were going to talk. I seriously doubted that I was going to fall asleep any time soon either. And I really didn’t want to talk about what Ma said again.

“She had a panic attack after I brought her back here,” CG said quietly.

“What?” I asked, unsure if I had heard him right.

“It was weird, man,” he said as he continued to brush his hand down Bly’s long hair. “One second, she was angry, then Coco… Fuck, that’s a whole other story. But… we were fine. I was trying to tell her that I loved her, and she thought I was playing a trick on her or something. Then, out of nowhere, she just started freaking out. She begged me not to send her back there, wherever there is. She could barely breathe and she was…. Fuck, Karma, the way she was begging me… Like she really thought we’d ever send her away, even if she wasn’t scared.”

What? Send her back where? To her husband or her father? Or does she mean either of them? Did Blythe just trade one horror for the other because she thought she could get away?

1 don’t know what Bly went through, but she’s scared, Karma,” CG continued. “And she thinks that we all had something to do with it.”

“No,” I argued. “She wouldn’t think that about us. She knows us better than that.”

CG stopped rubbing Blythe’s back and narrowed his eyes at me.

“Yes she does, Karma,” he stated. “She thinks that us, along with Angie and the rest of the fucking club, had something to do with whatever happened to her. That’s why she didn’t come here, why she’s so guarded, why she hates us.”

“Why would she think something like that though?” I asked.

“Don’t know,” he mumbled. “But that’s what it feels like.”

Fuck, just another fucking piece of the puzzle that we don’t understand.

“Alright, and what about Coco?” I asked.

CG smirked at that.

“Well, our little fireball has a mouth on her now, that’s for sure,” he said. “And it was hot as fuck.”