Inferno Demon Riders MC: My Five Obsessed Bullies novel Chapter 8

Chayton/Psycho’s P.O.V.

“You can’t be fucking serious about this,” I said right after Karma told me that he just saw she-who-must-not-be-named.

Fuck. I shouldn’t say that. It makes me sound like I give a fuck. And I most certainly do not give a flying fuck about Blythe Lyra Owens.

Never have, never will.

There was a time when I tolerated her, but that was because the guys all had a thing for her. All of them.

Dragon and C.G. were fucking nuts about her to an obsessive point. I knew that Karma was sneaking over to see her almost every night. Havoc wanted to be around her so much that he would start fights in school just to get scolded and patched up by her.

Not me though. We were friends I guess, but it wasn’t a thing. I had no feelings for her whatsoever. Not in the slightest. Nope. Not me.

“I am serious about this,” Karma replied to me. “I called Dev to go pick up a rental car. He should be here soon.”

I looked up at the shitty apartment building and blew out a breath.

This town is small, but this is the worst part of it. The building looks rundown, like nobody should be living here at all. Despite really not giving a sh.it about Blythe, I couldn’t help but wonder how the hell she ended up here.

Last I heard, bitch got married. Karma mentioned something a couple of years back about her dad showing up, causing a scene, but I didn’t pay much attention. It wasn’t the first time he’d shown up there looking for his daughter. Apparently, Blythe liked to run. Never back to us though.

Still, she’s an adult. Why would he have even been looking for her?

I think Karma chalked it up to him being worried. I mean, Blythe was a fucking wild card. But something about Daniel always rubbed us the wrong way. Maybe because we all saw how sad it made Angela to have to give up her daughter.

“Did you tell C.G. and Havoc?” I asked.

“Nope, and neither are you,” he replied.

“Why not?” I asked. “Don’t you think they deserve to know?”

“They’ll know when we show up at the clubhouse with her,” he stated.

I laughed.

“Oh, Havoc is going to love this,” I muttered.

“I’m more worried about C.G.,” Karma grumbled.

“As you should be,” I replied. “You know he’s never gotten over that girl. None of you fucking have. C.G.’s gonna be crushed when she leaves,” I said, which sent me into a riot of questions. “What exactly are we even doing, by the way? You want to take her back to the club, but why? For how long? What if she doesn’t want to go? You know she’s just going to run away from us, right?” Karma sighed.

“We’re taking her,” was all he said. “Until I say otherwise, she doesn’t leave the property.”

“My god, do you still have a thing for her?” I asked incredulously. “After she lied to us and broke her promises?”

Karma turned his cold, green eyes towards me, pinning me with a glare.

“I don’t have a thing for her.” He lied. That was totally a lie. I won’t call him out on it though, since he’s already pissed. “I want her to see her mother, and maybe get a payback for the pain she caused everyone.”

“And?” I pushed, knowing there was more.

“I don’t know,” he mumbled, looking at the building again. “Something just seems… off. I mean, why didn’t she come home? She hasn’t reached out to her mother once. It just doesn’t make sense. I want answers.”

I guess Karma has a point. It is strange that Blythe never reached out. They were all crushed when she didn’t come back after she turned 18, but Angela… She never heard from her daughter. Not even a text.

They were so close before Bly went to live with Daniel. We were all shocked that Angela never heard from Blythe again.

“This is a bad idea,” I said.

“Are you saying that because you’re scared of her?” Karma asked, smirking at me.

I scoffed.

“Scared,” I muttered. “Let’s just get this over with.”

But fuck, yeah, I am scared, Kicking and fucking screaming. What the hell was that about? Blythe never acted like that before. The Blythe we knew would have done what Karma said and then cried about how mean he was to her.

Blythe was always so sensitive. She had a feisty streak, but it rarely ever showed. What we just witnessed was not how Blythe would act. Hell, that’s not how anyone should act.

What the hell is she so scared for? We’ve never hurt her. She acted like we were dragging her back to hell.

Like she used to be abused back home, or some sh.it.

What that was, was a panic attack. One that ended in Blythe slapping Karma across the face harder than I thought her little body had in it. The look on her face after… Like she was expecting retaliation…

I know some clubs hit women, but not ours. We’re protective of those we care about, and we never take rage out on a woman. We might not be nice, but hitting someone that’s less than half your size? Nah, I want a real challenge.

Bly scoffed.

“Like she cares,” she muttered under her breath.

I whirled around in my seat, getting in her face.

“That’s fucked up of you to say,” I spat. “She’s your fucking mother. You’re her only daughter.”

Tears filled Blythe’s eyes, and she clenched her jaw.

“She traded up for a better one, though, didn’t she?” She stated, turning her head away from me.

What? What the hell is that supposed to mean?

“I don’t need to go back there,” Blythe said, crossing her arms. “It’s a bad idea.”

“Why’s that?” I asked, giving her a skeptical look. “Figured once you ran away from your dear hubby, you’d come running back to the club. I’m sure you could convince C.G. to knock you up, then you’d be an old lady. Protected for life.”

Blythe whipped her head back to me, glaring through her tears. Well, she’s still a crybaby, but now there’s…

more. A familiar fire in there that I rarely ever saw. Fuck, I remember how I used to push her buttons just to get a rise out of her. Something about it always made me-

No, fuck that sh.it. It was purely all sexual. I was a teenage boy. And fuck Blythe has always been gorgeous.

“Because you’ve all protected me so much in the past,” she stated sarcastically, and that one statement rocked the entire car. Karma and I stiffened. Dev could sense something had shifted. Bly’s insult hit right in the gut, and it pissed me off. “I can take care of myself. I have been for a while. I don’t need you or the club or anybody else. And who the hell is C.G.?”

“What the fuck have we ever even done to you in the past?” I asked, angrily. “You got sh.it twisted, Shortcake. We never-”

“No, you got things twisted, Psycho,” Blythe spat, interrupting me. She sat up in her seat, pointing her slender finger at me. Her blue eyes narrowed into slits and my dick jumped to attention. “I’m not the same little girl anymore. I’m not happy about this. You are taking me against my will. I might not be able to do anything about that right now, but I damn sure will not sit around and pretend like I’m happy about it. You can force me to come with you, but you can’t force me to talk or deal with the same bullshit that I used to. And you damn sure don’t get to bully me anymore, Chayton Kia Hensley. So help me, I swear the first person I’ll speak a word to will be Granny Waya!”

The car went dead silent. I was stunned. Not only because this was not the Blythe I remember, or that she’s using the woman who raised me as a threat…

But the fact that my dick is insanely hard right now.