Inferno Demon Riders MC: My Five Obsessed Bullies novel Chapter 52

Kylian/Karma’s P.O.V.

Blythe was definitely checked out on our way to the common room where the ol‘ ladies and girlfriends are having their monthly girls‘ night. It didn’t seem like whatever she was thinking about was bad. In fact, I saw her smile a little here and there. So, I decided to leave her alone. I was just happy to hold her hand without her trying to get free the whole time.

Things are not really progressing. I mean, I manage to convince her to kiss me and I know CG does too, but… we manipulate her into it. She’s no closer to trusting us than she was when she got here. Hopefully, Psycho and Ghost have some information for me today though.

After I drop Bly off with the girls, I’m meeting Psycho in my office. I sent him to do some digging last night, and he’s been gone since. We got a tip about the kids that have been going missing around here. The cops ain’t doing shit about it, and I want to know why. I’ve been putting eyes and ears out on the town for months, and I finally got some sort of lead. Hopefully. We’ll have to see what Psycho says.

I’m expecting a call from Ghost some time today too. Not sure when. Just that he should be checking in today. Hopefully he has some useful information too, but… I doubt anything he’s dug up will be pleasant.

I already feel stressed out.

“Hey, you made it!” Cami called out the moment we entered the common room.

The club has probably over 30 bedrooms, all with attached bathrooms. We also have a complete bar, which is where most of the partying happens. We also have this common area though. It’s used more by the ol‘ ladies, or during the day when the club kids run around. It’s set up with a couple of huge TVs, a foosball table, a pool table, a mini bar, some couches, chairs, and a long dining table. Which was where most of the girls were at, already playing cards and drinking.

Bly went to walk towards them, but I yanked her back into my arms.

“Stay here until one of us comes to get you,” I told her. “I got somewhere to be, but you’ll be safe here.”

“You’re… leaving me without a sitter?” She asked skeptically.

“Not exactly,” I grunted. “Ma is here, and so are a few prospects. Not to mention the other brothers crawling around. You just won’t have one of your favorites here.”

Bly rolled her eyes at that, making me smile as I cupped the side of her face. Before she could object, I planted my lips on hers, stealing another heated kiss. Bly can say what she wants, this kiss was heated. I didn’t waste any time slipping my tongue between her lips. Even though she was stiff as a board and pounding on my chest, I didn’t care.

Once the whistles and hollers started from the girls, I let Bly go.

“You lied back in my room, I guess,” she hissed, glaring at me.

“Nah, I could have really given them a show, Spark,” I replied, winking at her.

“Whatever,” she grumbled, turning and going towards the girls.

I waited until Bly was seated and comfortable before I left. I headed straight to my office, saying hi to my brothers and the club girls as I went. My nerves are shot and I hate the feeling. It makes me restless and easily agitated. I doubt anything I’m about to find out will help either.

I walked into my office and what I saw burned my fucking eyeballs right out of my skull. There Everly was, sitting in my office chair, butt–naked with her legs spread out, giving me a full fucking view of her pussy. At first, I was fucking shocked still. I was horrified. And then I realized that it was actually happening.

“Hiya Prez,” Everly said, giggling and waving her fingers at me. “Shut the door before somebody sees me.”

“Everly… what the fuck are you doin‘?” I spat.

“Trying to seduce you,” she replied, winking and grabbing her tit. “Is it working?”

“No, it’s fuckin‘ not,” I stated. “Get out.”

“Oh come on,” she whined, dropping her feet to the ground and pouting at me. “I’m literally throwing myself at you.”

“And I’m going to throw your naked ass in the hallway if you don’t fuckin‘ leave right now,” I said.

Everly scoffed, but stood up and began putting her discarded clothes back on.

“Karma… do you think I’m ugly or something?” She asked, sniffling. “I mean… I’ve been in love with you since forever, and I throw myself at you, and I-”

“Stop,” I cut her off. “We’ve been over this, Ev. I don’t like you like that. Never have. Never will. Sorry, but you gotta stop this crazy shit.”

“But-”

“No buts,” I said. “Overstep again, and I’ll kick your ass outta the club, Everly. I’ve warned you multiple times. You shouldn’t even be in here in the first place.”

Everly huffed and stomped her foot.

“Fine!” She yelled before storming out, slamming the door behind her.

I blew out a breath and plopped down onto my chair. I hadn’t even taken another breath when my office door opened again and in walked Psycho. He looked at me, then behind him where Everly stormed off, then back to me with a raised brow.

“She’s fuckin‘ bonkers,” I told him as he closed and locked the door.

“I’m starting to see that,” he muttered as he sat down across from me.

“What did you find?” I asked him.

Psycho blew out a breath and slapped a small stack of files down along with a digital camera. I picked them up and flipped open the first file. It was a basic information sheet on the latest kid that went missing. Gender, race, age, physical features, and other odd details, like how often they cry, how scared they are on a scale from 1-10, and a percentage of how submissive the kid is. There’s even a picture included; full–body, the same clothes she disappeared in, but… she was dirty, bruised, and her eyes were vacant. She’s only 12 years old.

“Found those at the place,” Psycho said. “There was a shit–ton more. I grabbed a handful of ‘em. I didn’t get pictures of every file, but I glanced through more… They all seem to have the same information. This stack was sitting on the desk in the room I found them in. The only difference between these and the ones that were filed away… Those ones all had the word “SOLD” stamped across them.”

“Did any of them say sold to who?” I asked him.

Psycho shook his head.

Don’t we fucking know it.

“Wait, did you say missing?” I asked him.

“Yeah, her husband, Sean Dixion, filed a missing persons report after she had been gone for four months,” he said.

“Four months?” Psycho asked incredulously. “Didn’t the cops wonder why he didn’t go in sooner?”

“Doubt it,” Ghost said. “Sean Dixion is the son of the Mayor of Oakland. They probably have the cops in their pockets. Not to mention they come from old money.”

Shit, we knew that he was a nepo–baby, but I guess we didn’t realize what all that entailed.

“Anyway, I asked around about Blythe,” Ghost told us. “The neighbors, nearby places, sometimes I even asked the women frequenting the place. Crazy thing is, nobody knew who she was. The neighbors said they knew that Mr. Dixon was married, but that she didn’t leave the house much.”

“So, he kept her locked in a damn cage while he beat her,” I muttered, pissed off,

“I know that wasn’t much information, but I’m emailing you the rest of what I have,” Ghost said. “It’s basic information on everyone I spoke to, things I found strange, and some pictures I took.”

“Alright, thanks Ghost,” I replied, feeling exhausted.

“Oh, one more thing,” he said. “You told me that Blythe was your age, right? And she married her husband when she was 20?”

“Yeah, she’s 25. They got married when she was 20. Why?” I asked.

“Well, there was one neighbor that was particularly chatty,” he said. “She told me that Mr. Dixon had been married for eight years. She was very, very sure that it was the same girl. She was the only neighbor who knew the wife by name, and she was adamant that it was the same girl because she thought the name Blythe sounded magical and had convinced her granddaughter to name her second child that.”

Psycho and I shared a confused look. That would mean that Sean was telling people he was married to Blythe since she was… 17. But how did he even know her back then? Was Blythe with him and Daniel the whole time? Why? How the hell do he and Daniel even know each other?

“Ghost, see if you can find a connection between Blythe’s father, Daniel, and Sean,” I said. “Something ain’t addin‘ up here.”

“You got it,” Ghost replied. “Talk to ya soon.”

“So,” Psycho said when the call ended. “What the fuck is going on?”

Wish I fucking knew.