Inferno Demon Riders MC: My Five Obsessed Bullies novel Chapter 43

Blythe’s P.O.V.

“I’m here now. I’ll protect you.”

I wish that I could believe him. I wish I could believe that I’m safe. I wish I could relax and go back to how things were.

But I can’t. I’m too broken. Too beaten down. Too… ruined. For anything. For anyone. I can’t even manage to gain my freedom.

I feel like I can’t breathe. I’m terrified. That memory popping up triggered a panic attack. I know this. I used to have them often enough. But I just can’t pull myself out of it. Which means I’m going to pass out.

“Hey, baby, you gotta breathe okay?” CG said as he held me in his arms.

“H-… -I’m… trying…” I wheezed.

“Hey, do you remember that time when we were 10, and we went to visit my grandparents? Annita’s Hispanic parents,” he said with a small laugh. “Remember when you accidently ate a lamb taco and freaked out so badly that you threw up? Then you spent the rest of the day apologizing to the neighbor’s sheep. Dad had to drag you back into the house. You refused to go to sleep without me.”

“W–why… are you… bringing that up now?” I asked, starting to breathe a little better.

“Dunno,” he replied with a shrug. “It’s one of my favorite memories. You were so adorable and sweet but with such a fierce side. You felt so guilty over something so stupid. Then you refused, fighting tooth and nail with all the adults, until you were dragged back inside. Not to mention the way you flipped out when they tried to separate us. You clung to me like you’d rather die than let me go, and that was the moment I knew that I was in love with you.”

I pulled my head back to gawk at him.

“You thought you were in love with me at 10 years old?” I asked incredulously. “That’s ridiculous CG. You were a kid. You couldn’t have known that.”

CG smiled as he reached up to tuck some of my hair behind my ear.

“I did know,” he replied. “Argue with me all you want. I know that I was deeply in love with you. I knew right then that I wanted you to be mine forever, and 15 years later, there hasn’t been a day that I haven’t felt that

“W–why are you telling me that?” I asked. “I don’t believe you.”

“One day you will, he said. “But at least you’ve calmed down now”

I paused at that. He was right. I wasn’t panicking anymore.

“Th–then let me go, so I can go to bed,” I mumbled as I pushed away from him.

I was a little surprised that CG actually let me go. I rushed to my bathroom and shut the door. I took my time brushing my teeth and washing my face. They even got me skincare products. Never in my life have I used skincare products.

I was going to take a shower, but the clothes I had on this morning were gone. As far as I knew, I had nothing. to change into. Unless they had gotten me something.

“Hey CG, do you know if I have anything to wear to bed?” I asked as I walked out of the bathroom.

I stopped in my tracks when I looked up at CG. He was standing near my bed, almost completely naked. The only thing he had on were his boxer briefs. His back was to me, giving me a perfect view of a large tattoo that covered his entire back. The club’s logo was right in the middle. All around it were roses, skulls, little black demons, all being tied together with smoke and fire. It was gorgeous, and I wish I would have kept my eyes on it, but I didn’t.

My eyes traveled down to CG’s butt. It was a really nice butt, I won’t lie. His thighs are massive too. I mean, all the guys are massive. No one knows who CG’s parents are, but one of them must have been tall and well–built. Or maybe they really do take steroids here.

CG was always tall, but he was more lanky than the others. He must work out now. A lot. I could tell the moment he turned to face me. The way his abs flexed had drawn me in. When he turned fully around, displaying his bare chest, his bare biceps, and his barely covered crotch… I was captivated.

Wow… he’s so huge. Everywhere. The tattoos only add to his sexiness. He has a whole chest piece with a tiger and roses. There’s a clown covering his right side, but his left side is bare. Tattoos are spread across his legs, arms, neck, shit, every bare inch of him I think. But I was busy staring at the tiger and clown.

“Ahem,” CG cleared his throat, making me jump.

My eyes snapped to his, and he raised his pierced eyebrow at me. He was smirking, and those damn hazel eyes were teasing me. My face was flaming, and I was seconds away from locking myself in the bathroom for the rest of the night.

“Here, CG said, handing me the shirt he was wearing. “There’s nothing else here right now.”

Sighing heavily, I snatched the shirt and ran back into the bathroom. I quickly changed, a little pissed and embarrassed that I still didn’t have underwear. However, I pulled myself together, gave myself a pep talk, and left the bathroom. All to see CG lounging on my bed, under the blankets like he was here to stay.

“Uh, you can leave now,” I said, standing next to him and crossing my arms.

Just act normal and he won’t touch you more!

“You embarrassed that you slept in the same bed as both of us?” Karma asked as his fingers started to draw random patterns against me. With the way my shirt was right now, he was moving between skin that was covered and skin that was bare. It was messing with my foggy morning brain. “You shouldn’t be, Spark. We used to sleep in the same bed all the time.”

“When we were kids,” I hissed. “We haven’t done that since we were like 12.”

“You and I still spent most nights together though, didn’t we baby?” he said teasingly.

“Th–that was different,” I grumbled. “We rarely slept and liked to keep each other company. Besides, you never stayed in my bed, under the covers, while all I had on was a T–shirt!”

Karma’s fingers suddenly stopped He gave me a strange look before something akin to realization took over his features. A deep smirk played on his lips and I gulped.

“You tryna tell me that you ain’t got nothin on but CG’s shirt?” he asked as his fingers slowly moved under the hem of my shirt.

I wiggled a little and tried to push his hand away, but it was no use. Karma only had to work his way a little bit inside my shirt to get his answer. I did my best to glare at him anyway.

“Stop it,” I whispered sternly.

“How about a game?” he suggested.

“No-”

“I have some questions for you,” he cut me off. “For every one you answer, I’ll stop, but if you refuse… then I’m going to keep going.”

Well, I’m fucked.