Inferno Demon Riders MC: My Five Obsessed Bullies novel Chapter 70

Blythe’s POV

“I thought you were taking me to go to bed?” I asked as we walked down the same hall as Psycho’s room.

“You’re going to sleep with me tonight,” Havoc told me, his voice flat. Which kind of shocked me. Both the flat tone and the declaration that we were going to his room.

“Why?” I asked, unable to help myself.

“Because L… he trailed off.

I peeked up at him, wondering if he was angry. He didn’t look angry. If anything, he looked tired. Exhausted really.

“Karam make you babysit me tonight?” I asked. “Is he going to show up to try to have a repeat of the night I spent with Psycho and CG?”

The last four days, Karma has tried everything to get into my pants. Granted, it’s not like it hasn’t been working. I just refused to be eager for him like I was for the other two that night. It’s the only way that I know how to drive him crazy right now. He’s the only one that hasn’t tasted my lady bits. I know that it’s driving him crazy not to have me like the others have. He refuses to cross a certain line, apparently. I don’t know if he just wants to hear me beg or what, but I refused.

That being said, Karma has enlisted Psycho and CG to constantly work me up. None of us have gone as far as we did a few days ago, but I still spend all 24 hours of the day with one pair of hands all over me. We’ve just all… kept our tongues above our chests. Sort of.

Gah! What am I even thinking right now?

“I don’t know if he’ll show up,” Havoc replied to me as he opened his bedroom door and gently pushed me inside. “But he didn’t order me. I just happened to be around when I heard you and snapper. I told him that I’d take care of you tonight.”

“And that meant bringing me back to your room?” I asked as I looked around.

It’s similar to Psycho’s room, but a bit smaller. Same gray walls that were practically bare. He didn’t have a couch like Psycho’s room, but he had a huge bed. And a bathroom, but all the rooms have one. His bed was messy, like he never made it this morning. He had deep–red, silky sheets, which kind of surprised me. Wasn’t what I pictured Havoc to have. Though, the plain black duvet is.

There was a picture hanging in a frame beside a tall dresser. It’s a picture of us; Havoc, Everly, Mom, Tusk, and me. The first family vacation we ever took. Havoc had his arms wrapped around mine and Everly’s shoulders. Tusk was on the other side of me and Mom on the other side of Everly. We look like a real family. I remember that day too. Everly got me into so much trouble that I spent the entire next day in the hotel room by myself while they went out. Mom said that if I couldn’t stop acting out, then I didn’t deserve to have fun on our trip.

I can’t believe Havoc hung it up.

“Maybe I just want to sleep in my own bed,” Havoc muttered as he walked closer to me. At first, I thought he was going to touch me, or ask me about the photo I was staring at. Instead, he just opened one of the drawers of his dresser and pulled out a plain white T–shirt. Then he turned to me, but my focus was still on the picture. I didn’t understand why it was the only thing he had hanging up. Like that was some kind of great trip or something.

“Do you hate it?” Havoc suddenly asked, his voice soft.

I turned my head to look at him. I knew he was talking about the picture, I just wasn’t sure why. Did I hate the picture? Did I hate that he had it up? Did I hate the memory?

“I’m confused,” I decided to say instead of saying yes, and throwing the damn thing across the room like I wanted to. “Why do you have it framed and hanging up like it was some kind of amazing trip? Or maybe that’s how you remember it…”

Havoc blew out a breath as he looked at the picture. He reached out, plucking it off the wall. His eyes were glued to it, a faint, sad smile touching his full lips. I had to admire him for a moment. He looks so tired with those dark circles under his honey eyes. His long hair is pulled back in a bun, but it’s frizzy as hell, a total mess.

Something about the tired way Havoc looked made me feel bad though. I know he’s been avoiding me, but I wasn’t exactly sure why. I didn’t expect him to lose sleep over it. Is there something else going on?

“Honestly, Angie got this for me as a Christmas gift our first Christmas without you,” Havoc said, still looking at the picture. “She knew I missed you, but apparently Everly thought it would be even more special to have a picture of us as a family instead of just me and you. I didn’t think much of it back then. I was just happy to have it. Put it up in my room, brought it with me when I moved in here… It wasn’t even about the memory of the trip, just… seeing you so happy before everything went to shit… Seeing us as a family, getting along, hanging out… I missed that. Even if I wasn’t willing to admit it to myself. I think Angie probably knew that.”

Havoc didn’t take his eyes off the picture in his hands. I was a little confused to be honest.

Ugh, my head hurts.

I shook my head and walked out of the bathroom, deciding to just let it be tonight. I was surprised to see Havoc lounging on his bed in only his briefs. His eyes were closed, hair was down, and his hands were folded behind his head. I wasn’t sure he even saw me come out. I had half a mind to sit right on top of him just to tease me, but I didn’t.

Because that would be crazy.

Instead, I walked to the other side of the bed and sat down. I stared out the window at the moon in the sky and smiled. I felt the bed shift behind me soon before I felt Havoc’s body heat. He moved around until he was sitting beside me, staring out the window too. I leaned my head on his shoulder as my smile grew.

“This reminds me of how it used to be,” Havoc muttered.

“You mean, before everyone started hating me and decided they wanted nothing to do with me anymore?” I asked, my voice soft despite the weight of that question.

Havoc sighed.

“Bly… there’s something I need to tell you.”