Inferno Demon Riders MC: My Five Obsessed Bullies novel Chapter 66

Kylian/Karma’s P.O.V.

I walked into the kitchen towards the ass–end of lunch. I hadn’t seen Blythe all day. Not since last night when Psycho hauled her off to his room. I also hadn’t seen Psycho or CG.

Part of that was my fault. I had business to take care of this morning. I just got back a short while ago and went straight to my office. Ghost sent me another email with some shit I still have to look over. The only communication I’ve had with Psycho today was to text him that I needed him to go check something out for me. CG was booked up at the tattoo shop all day.

Havoc had work to do at his shop. I had to leave Dev in charge of watching Blythe all day after asking Ma to keep her company.

I feel like it’s been a shit–show of a day, and it’s only half over. The guys are all still out, and this is the first glimpse of Bly I’m catching all day. I feel fucking drained. I hated waking up alone this morning. I hated not seeing those electric eyes before I started my day. But fuck… I love seeing that easy smile on her face as she laughs with Ma and the other ol‘ ladies.

I knew their girls‘ night together would pay off. Bly is feeling more comfortable here. She’s feeling more comfortable with us too. Just a little bit.

I watched Bly chat with the other ladies for a few minutes before stalking towards her. I should go back to my office and finish everything that I can now so that I can enjoy the rest of my night with my girl. I just can’t help myself though. After waking up to her every day for the last several days… it’s been addicting.

“Yo Prez, how’s it goin‘?” Joker called out when I reached the table, standing right behind Bly. She stiffened at the mention of me, and it almost made me smirk. Part of me, of all five of us, likes the way she squirms for us. I have no doubt that it’ll be the same when she trusts us again. She’s always been shy. Always been squirmy. And always been ours.

“Exhausted,” I grunted a reply before pulling an empty chair next to Bly and sitting down.

“You been workin‘ all mornin‘,” Ma complained. “Have you even eaten?”

“What you think I’m here for, Ma?” I replied just before a plate was set down in front of me. I looked up to see Hazel smiling down at me. She rubbed her pregnant belly and gave me a look, gesturing to Bly with her head.

What the fuck is she trying to say?

Hazel rolled her eyes at me and threw her hands up before going to Reaper and sitting on his lap. Nova whispered something to her, and Hazel shook her head. Then they both looked at me like I was the dumbest person alive, making me glare.

“You should eat,” Bly said softly beside me as everyone else fell back into their conversations.

I looked up at her and all the air whooshed from my lungs. I feel like such a fucking simp every time I look into those electric eyes. She steals the air from me and makes my heart beat so fast I swear everyone around me can hear it. She’s my weakness, my light, my better half. I love her so damn much it fucking hurts.

My eyes raked over Bly from head to toe a few times. She’s barefoot with tight jeans hugging her thighs and hips. Her top is bright red and low–cut. My eyes lingered on her cleavage, and for too long a moment, I wondered if I should demand she change. Probably not best to go all possessive over her right now. Besides, no one here will touch her. They all know who she belongs to.

The red top does make Bly’s natural red lips and natural blush in her cheeks stand out. I’ve never seen a creature so captivating and beautiful in my life. Meeting her was a miracle. A blessing. One I wish I would have never given up.

“Who gave you a hair tie?” I grumbled, frowning when I realized her long hair was tied in a low pony–tail behind her head.

Bly rolled her eyes at me.

“No one gave it to me,” she replied. “I stole it.” The pride in her voice made me confused. She seems pleased with herself. Is that because she thinks she got one up on me?

“From where?” I asked, my tone deepening.

Bly sensed my agitation and her eyes snapped to mine. She frowned at me, clearly not happy with my attitude.

“From Psycho’s bedroom this morning after I showered,” she stated. Loud enough for everyone to hear, I might add.

“Why were you in VP’s room this morning?” Joker asked, his tone teasing like usual.

“Slept there last night,” Bly replied, completely unbothered.

“Did you?” Viper asked, matching Joker’s tone. “Cause, my room is right across the hall and f heard a lot of noises coming from that room all… night… long.”

Bly frowned at them.

“Well, we slept eventually,” she said defensively.

Eventually… Fuck, I want to know what they did.

The ol‘ ladies all shared a look as they tried to hide their laughter. The guys were sharing looks, some shaking their heads, and some looking too fucking smug. Bly was completely unbothered by the whole thing, which surprised me. She wasn’t blushing, wasn’t embarrassed, didn’t deny anything.

“I need to get back to work,” I said, standing up.

“But you haven’t eaten,” Bly said, looking up at me with her face scrunched up.

They went to church? In the middle of the night? I don’t even see a name on it or anything.

Apparently, Ghost wasn’t allowed inside, but he sent several photos of people leaving at all random hours of the night.

What the hell is this?

Which was exactly what I texted Ghost. His reply was instant, like he’d been waiting for me to say something to him.

Ghost: A church

Me: No shit.

Math

Ghost: The only thing I’ve been able to find out about it, is that they are very secretive, very picky about who they let in, and they have parties often. I’ve been scoping the place out to try to sneak inside. Haven’t had any luck, but Daniel has been here all day. He hasn’t left at all.

What the fuck does that mean? Parties? Churches throw parties?

I looked up at Bly. She was still eating and looking around. Now she was on her feet though, reading an award my pop received back in his prime.

“Spark,” I said, getting her attention. She turned to me with those electric eyes and her fork hanging from her mouth. “I gotta talk to you.”

“Bout what?” She asked in that sweet voice of hers.

Fuck, how do I go about this?

“I want to ask you some questions about your husband.”