Inferno Demon Riders MC: My Five Obsessed Bullies novel Chapter 67

Blythe’s P.O.V.

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

That one sentence completely ruined every positive feeling inside me. My chest felt tight. My eyes went wide. I felt sick to my stomach. The need to flee was almost unbearable.

I was having such a good day too. I woke up to Psycho’s hands all over me. I thought I was still dreaming for a minute. Then everything from the night before hit me. I was embarrassed as all hell. I wanted to crawl under a rock and never come out. I thought I had made a complete fool out of myself.

Turns out, all I did was turn Psycho into a true fucking psychopath. The man coaxed me into doing stuff with them all over again this morning, making me miss breakfast. He freaking stuffed me into his shower and tried to wash my hair and body. I stopped him and thankfully, he let me, but it didn’t stop him from staying in the shower with me while CG sat on the sink watching us bicker with a stupid smile on his face.

Psycho tried to help me get dressed too, and I was at my wits end. I was thankful that CG went to get me some clothes and that they were being so kind to me, but I was overwhelmed. I was also anxious about what they might have seen last night. I didn’t think about my scars until my back had already been exposed for a few minutes. Then I tried my best to keep the worst one hidden.

Whatever they may or may not have seen, it didn’t stop either of them from being crazy. CG only left me alone because he had a day full of clients, but promised to see me as soon as he could. Shortly after that, Psycho got a text from Karma about a job and left me with Dev. I still can’t believe Psycho kissed me the way he did before he left, or that he told Dev to keep an eye on his girl.

I felt light. I felt… too weirded out to be regretful. I mean, I started it. I begged for it. And it all felt great, so whatever, right?

By the time I made it to the kitchen, lunch was barely warm. Of course, Isla heated me up a plate like the perfect momma she is. I was having a good time hanging out with everyone. It felt nice, comfortable… normal. I couldn’t help but think about how normal it all felt.

Even when Karma joined us for a few short minutes. It felt… almost perfect. Mostly, it felt good, and I was taking advantage of that safe feeling. Just for a few minutes. Not that it hasn’t just been ruined anyway by Karma’s words.

“Why are you asking me about him?” I asked, feeling slightly on edge.

“I just want to know some more,” he replied, trying to sound calm, but I know Karma. Despite hating him the last eight years, I know him well enough to recognize the anger in his eyes.

“Why?” I asked, my voice coming out barely above a whisper.

“Because I want to make sense of what happened to you,” he stated, staring me in the eyes.

“Y–you already know-”

“No, I don’t,” he cut me off. “I truly don’t, Spark. You know deep down I would never let anyone fuckin‘ hurt you. If any of us had known, the club would have been there to save you.” I looked away from him, unable to handle the truth in his eyes. “I’m gettin‘ sick of repeatin‘ myself, Spark.” He continued, his voice just as hard. “So, just-”

I scoffed, interrupting him.

“Who the hell do you think you’re talking to, Karma?” I spat as tears filled my eyes. “You can’t order me around. I’m not part of the club. You dragged me here. I don’t have to listen to you and I don’t care how sick you are of anything.”

Karma looked around the room as he blew out a breath and dragged a hand through his silky brown hair.

“Okay, you’re right, I shouldn’t boss you around, and I’m sorry,” he said, surprising me. “You’re wrong about not bein‘ part of the club, but everythin‘ else, yeah.”

I frowned at him before shoveling another bite of potato salad in my mouth.

“I mean it though, babe, we don’t know,” Karma continued. “After your 18th birthday, we

looked for you. By the time we found you, you were already married to that dickface. We thought you were happy.”

My frown deepened as I took in his words.

“Why would you look for me after my 18th birthday?” I asked.

Karma gave me a strange look.

“Why wouldn’t we?” He answered with a question.

We stared at each other, mirroring the same confused look. Was he just messing with me? Should I even entertain this at all?

After a moment, I sighed and plopped down on the couch.

“What do you want to know about Sean?” I asked. “Are you going to use me for ransom or something?”

“I don’t want his money, Bly,” he replied.

“Why not?” I asked. “He’s got plenty.”

“I got plenty too, but havin‘ you is worth every penny in the world, Spark,” he said. “Wouldn’t trade you for anythin‘.”

I narrowed my eyes at him, blushing despite not believing a word he said.

“Then what?” I asked skeptically.

Karma sighed as he stood and walked towards me. He sat on the couch next to me and leaned his elbows on his knees. His emerald–green eyes bore into my soul, making me feel hypnotized.

“Why did you marry him?” he asked.

“To… get away from Daniel,” I answered honestly.

Karma scoffed, but it didn’t feel like it was towards me.

“Did they build a relationship after you married?” he asked. “Sean and Daniel?”

I furrowed my brow, confused about the direction this was going.

“Uh, no,” I said.

Karma stared deep into my eyes.

“Do you think that it’s possible… that Daniel might have known Sean’s parents the whole time?” he asked gently.

“I couldn’t,” I replied as tears started to fall down my cheeks. “You all made sure of that. Whether you admit it or not. Whether you know it or not. This entire club had a part to play in that. You all made sure I would never leave again.”

“We had no idea that Daniel was abusin‘ you Bly,” Karma tried, but I just shook my head and pulled his hands from my face.

“You never checked on me,” I said sadly. “None of you called or cared. You all just… let me disappear from your lives.”

“No,” he denied, shaking his head. “No, baby, we did call. Your mom called every single day. All of us called the number your dad gave us. Even Dragon called you.”

My eyes snapped to his in confusion.

“What?” I asked harshly.

“Daniel told us that you didn’t want to talk to any of us. We tried. A lot,” he told me. “There were several times we tried to sneak out to go see you. Ma always caught us. We tried, babe. Angie tried. She was distraught when you left. She didn’t come out of her room for weeks. Daniel… the things he’d say to her were awful, but we did try. I’ll pull fuckin‘ phone records if I have to.”

I blinked at him, letting the information sink in.

They… tried? But… Daniel said he would contact them and…

Why would Daniel tell me the truth though?

Why would Karma if he really knew everything?

Who am I supposed to believe?

“I…” I trailed off.

“You don’t believe me?” he asked, sounding a little shocked.

“I… I–I don’t know,” I whispered as tears welled up in my eyes again.

“Okay,” he said as he wrapped his arms around me. “Okay, I’ll work on it, okay? And I’ll drop it for today.”

“O–okay,” I mumbled into his chest.

I have no idea who to believe, but I need to get answers. I can’t keep living this way. Karma can work on getting me some sort of proof and in the meantime… Maybe I should ask around myself. My mom will be back eventually. Maybe she can give me answers. If I can believe her, that is. I mean, she’s my mom, but…

Ugh, my head hurts.

“However,” Karma said with a smirk in his tone. “I’d love to hear about how last night went.”