Inferno Demon Riders MC: My Five Obsessed Bullies novel Chapter 78

Chayton/Psycho’s P.O.V.

~The following events take place before the last chapter ~

“You sure this plan is going to work?” I asked Karma.

“It’s the only one we got, so I fuckin‘ hope so,” he replied.

We’re at the stupid warehouse that Karma thinks might be tied to whoever or whatever SD is. We’ve been here for a couple of hours so far, just watching to make sure the two guards are sticking to their routine. CG shut the cameras down and played a feed on them from a previous night so they wouldn’t notice anything was up. Now all we need to do is get past these guards.

And then hope that there are no surprises inside.

“We sure we really care about them knowing that we’re looking into them?” I asked.

It would be much easier if we could just knock the two guys out. We’d have plenty of time to go through whatever is in there and get out of here. Hell, if we took our cuts off, they’d never know it was us. But that’s not our style. Cuts stay on. I just… still don’t understand why we’re not taking the risk.

It’s not like we care about the law. Especially not after what we found at that house. I always knew the cops of this town were dirty, but I didn’t think they’d be trafficking kids. It’s not like we aren’t here doing something important either.

Kids are going missing. Mostly young girls. Ranging from all ages, ethnicities, looks, neighborhoods. Nothing is the same to give us any kind of indication of a motive. All we know is that it’s happening in and around our town and everyone seems to be turning a blind eye to it.

Except us.

Because we actually give a shit about this town. We built it up a lot as a club, and Karma has reached new heights during his reign. We open most of the town, but not only that, this town is family. We grew up here. Which means, all of this shit is personal for us.

However, none of these guys had to go with me to talk to the families when Karma would send me. There were a few times when Nova or another ol‘ lady would tag along. Something about me not being soft enough.

No matter how tough you are, you still break a little when a mother is sobbing in your arms, completely falling apart because her little girl, the only family she had, was taken. I’ll never forget how Mrs. Hicks sounded while she broke down in my arms. It was gut–wrenching. Just like always.

I never shared any of that with the brothers though. Aside from telling them that the parents were more than devastated. I never went into details. Isla was actually there with me during Mrs. Hicks‘ breakdown. A little secret she and I share.

Thinking about it now just pisses me off. These fucking monsters. They’re kidnapping and selling off kids. It’s disgusting. I’d like to kill these two fucks and wait it out for the bosses to come. I doubt the Sheriff is going to call for back–up from any kind of real law enforcement. And even if he somehow thought he could spin it around, we have more than enough evidence of our own.

Another reason I don’t understand why we’re being so sneaky about this shit

“Let’s just take them out and go in,” I said to Karma.

“We might have to,” he muttered.

“Have to?” I asked with a raised brow.

Karma nodded and gestured his head towards the guard pacing by his side of the building.

“Havoc and CG created a distraction on the other side. Looks like they ain’t leavin‘ their posts no matter what.” He told me as he looked at his phone. “CG said the guy didn’t even come investigate, just watched the bushes they were behind for a minute and carried on.”

“Well, what kind of distraction did they use?” I asked. “The guy might have thought they were fucking bunnies or some shit.”

Karma gave me a strange look.

“They know what they’re doin‘, Psycho,” he said. “Why are you so anxious?”

“I want in there,” I stated.

Karma inspected me for a moment and I knew he saw something in me. The man has been my best friend my whole life. He’s always been able to read me like an open book. I just wasn’t sure what he was seeing now.

“I know you want to find the kids if we can,” he said. “But it’ll be better for us if we look like we send me. There were a few times when Nova or another ol‘ lady would tag along. Something about me not being soft enough.

No matter how tough you are, you still break a little when a mother is sobbing in your arms, completely falling apart because her little girl, the only family she had, was taken. I’ll never forget how Mrs. Hicks sounded while she broke down in my arms. It was gut–wrenching. Just like always.

I never shared any of that with the brothers though. Aside from telling them that the parents were more than devastated. I never went into details. Isla was actually there with me during Mrs. Hicks‘ breakdown. A little secret she and I share.

Thinking about it now just pisses me off. These fucking monsters. They’re kidnapping and selling off kids. It’s disgusting. I’d like to kill these two fucks and wait it out for the bosses to come. I doubt the Sheriff is going to call for back–up from any kind of real law enforcement. And even if he somehow thought he could spin it around, we have more than enough evidence of our own.

Another reason I don’t understand why we’re being so sneaky about this shit

“Let’s just take them out and go in,” I said to Karma.

“We might have to,” he muttered.

“Have to?” I asked with a raised brow.

“Jesus, where’d they even find these dumbasses?” CG muttered as he kicked the guy to make sure he was actually unconscious. “Why do they have someone so weak guarding this place?”

“Probably because they thought no one was actually lookin‘ into anythin‘,” Karma said as he joined us.

“Well, they will now,” CG mumbled.

I averted my eyes and looked at the door.

“Well, we needed to get in somehow,” I grumbled.

“I think it was worth it,” Havoc agreed with me.

“It’s too late now anyway,” Karma said. “You guys ready to go in there?”

“You think it’s trapped?” Havoc asked.

“I don’t think so,” CG answered. “They have cameras inside, so I was able to tap into those as well. It looks more like a place where they store… paperwork or something.”

“Guys,” Karma said. We all looked at him, and he was staring down at his phone. “Diesel just texted me. Another kid was reported missin‘. Luna Yazzie. She’s only 6 years old. The father has been fightin‘ and arguin‘ with police all day, I guess, makin‘ a scene. Says that the mother is in the hospital. Apparently, these fuckers snatched the kid up earlier today while they were out shoppin‘. The mom went after them, got a plate number, threw herself on the car and got herself hurt.”

My eyes went wide.

“Yazzie?” I asked, my throat going dry. Karma looked up and me with a grim look on his face. “As in… Leah and Jace’s kid?”

“Yeah,” he replied, and my anger boiled.

Leah and Jace were two people that I looked up to. We all come from the same tribe. Granny Waya always made sure that I knew my heritage even if my parents weren’t around to teach me. She loved the club, she’d been a part of it her whole life, but we were also close with our tribe. Leah and Jace are a few years older than me. I remember Granny making me take Leah all kinds of herbs to help her with her pregnancy symptoms.

And now someone took their little girl.

“Let’s go in,” I said as I walked to the door. “I need answers. Now.”