Inferno Demon Riders MC: My Five Obsessed Bullies novel Chapter 83

Blythe’s P.O.V.

The first thing I thought when I woke up was that I should stop letting the club girls talk me into one more shot. One more shot seems to get thrown out at least ten times before it finally is the last one. Ugh, my head is throbbing, and I haven’t even opened my eyes yet. I don’t even remember coming to bed. The last thing I remember is Coco bringing me to Psycho’s room and putting a trashcan next to the bed for me in case I threw up.

Oh my god, did I throw up?

My eyes snapped open at the thought, but then I quickly shut them. I groaned as I buried my face deeper into the blanket. Or, well, at least I thought it was a blanket at first. This is way too hard to be though.

“Your head hurt?” Psycho asked softly.

I nodded as I groaned into his chest.

“You were passed out when I got back here last night,” he told me, making sure to keep his voice low. “When I got out of the shower you were puking into my trashcan.”

Oh great, so I did throw up.

“I’m never drinking again,” I grumbled, whimpering at the pain in my head.

“Karma left you some medicine and water. You think you can sit up?” Psycho asked.

“Left?” I asked. “He’s not here?”

“Nah, Short Stuff,” he replied. “He had some stuff to take care of. We thought you’d need the sleep.”

Slowly and carefully I moved until I was sitting up with my eyes finally open. It’s not that bright in here thanks to the curtains, but bright enough that it hurts. Everything hurts. Even swallowing the ice–cold water hurts.

“I hate this,” I pouted.

Psycho chuckled at me.

“Gotta say, you were pretty wasted,” he told me. “It took both me and Karma to clean you up and change you. Havoc sat on my bed and laughed the whole time.”

“Wish I could remember that,” I muttered.

“You upset that we were MIA all day yesterday?” he asked.

“Did I say something?” I asked.

“You might have mentioned something,” he replied with a smirk.

I smiled at him as I clung to one of his pillows like it was going to magically make me feel better.

“I missed you guys,” I admitted. “I figured you wanted me to have time with my mom, but I thought you guys would still come see me.”

“We were just busy, babe, that’s all,” he told me.

“You guys okay?” I asked, suddenly feeling a jolt of protectiveness shoot through me. Which was extremely weird. For several reasons. One, I’ve never felt a protective streak like that before. And two, they’re the scariest, baddest, toughest motherfuckers I know. What the hell could I even do for them?

“We’re fine, Shortcake,” Psycho muttered, smiling, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

“Tell me the truth,” I blurted.

Psycho looked at me for a moment before averting his eyes. He rubbed the back of his neck while he blew out a breath. Then I saw it. How truly exhausted he is. Not like he didn’t get enough sleep, but like something is weighing on his heart.

“It was a really rough day,” he admitted.

“What happened?” I asked as I reached out to grab his hand. He smiled as he hooked our fingers together.

“Someone I know from the reserve… their daughter was kidnapped last night,” he told me.

“What?” I breathed out, shocked.

“Her name’s Luna,” he said. “She’s only 6. Someone snatched her right in front of her parents. I went to check on them yesterday. They… ain’t doing great. Understandably.”

“Oh, Chayton,” I said as I reached out and yanked his head to my chest. “You really went to check on them?”

“Yeah,” he replied as he relaxed against me. “It was awful. I cleaned the place up for them, since they were clearly distraught, but the look in their eyes… It was hard.”

“W–who’s the couple?” I asked nervously. I used to visit the reserve with Chayton all the time.

All of us did.

“Leah and Jace,” he told me.

“Leah and Jace?” I repeated, almost laughing. “Can’t believe Jace finally tied her down.”

Psycho lifted his head to look at me.

“Want to go see them?” he asked.

Finally!

“Granny!” he shouted as we walked into the house. “Granny! Where you at, ya old beauty queen?!”

I covered my mouth as I giggled at him. Psycho’s always called Granny Waya crazy things. I used to think it was so cute. I can’t believe he still does it.

“I’m in the kitchen, boy!” She hollered, and my heart started beating faster.

We walked through the living room where the kitchen was. Granny’s house is just a small two–bedroom. She didn’t need more than what she had. The living room and kitchen are one big open area. The TV was on low with some nature channel. In the kitchen, Granny Waya had her back to us as she stacked pans of food from the fridge onto the kitchen table.

“Help me with these, Chayton,” she said, not bothering to look at him.

“Uhm, we aren’t going right away,” he replied.

“What do you mean? Of course, we are!” She argued. “That poor couple needs all the help they can… get…” Granny trailed off when she finally turned around and noticed me. Her deep brown eyes are wide with shock, but she looks the same. The exact same. Like she hasn’t aged a day.

Granny Waya took a step closer to me, forgetting about her open fridge. Tears welled in her eyes as she put her hand over her mouth. She stopped just a few inches in front of me. She was shorter than me now, but only by a couple of inches. I offered a small smile and her hand came up to cup my cheek.

“H–hi Granny,” I whispered. “I–I missed you.”

“Oh, Sweetpea, I missed you too,” she replied as tears started to fall down her cheeks. She pulled me into a hug and I melted.

For the first time since the night of my 16th birthday, I felt… safe, relieved. Like the weight of everything I’d been carrying just rolled off of me. I don’t know if part of it has to do with the talk with Mom and Tusk. Maybe this was the last bit that I needed to finally realize that I was safe with the Inferno’s Demon Riders. That I’m safe with all of them.

All I could do was sob as I held onto Granny. This wasn’t how I thought this would go. I didn’t expect to feel so strange. So sad and relieved at the same time.

“Shh, shhh, hush now, Sweetpea,” she cooed as she rubbed my hair. “It’s okay. You’re safe now.”

I don’t know how Granny knew, but she did. I could tell. Maybe she saw it in me the same way Isla did. Maybe Psycho actually did tell her about me being back. Maybe somebody else did.

All that mattered, was that I really needed this.

“Come,” she said as she pulled away from me. “I’ll make some of that tea you used to love, and you can tell me all about how much of a dipshit my grandson has been.”

I smiled as I let her lead me to the table. Psycho had already put all the food back in the fridge. After I sat down, he pulled his chair closer to me and kissed the side of my head. I looked at him and smiled.

Yeah, this is all that matters right now.