Inferno Demon Riders MC: My Five Obsessed Bullies novel Chapter 86

Evander/Havoc’s P.O.V.

It’s been days since we busted into that warehouse and I still can’t seem to shake it off. I mean, I know this sh.it is fucking awful, but I didn’t actually see any of the stuff that CG and Karma did. I’ve also grown up in club life. I may have had a really good dad, but that didn’t mean that I didn’t see sh.it.

After all, my mom was a junkie who up and abandoned us when we were young. Dad had the help of the club, but he still had sh.it to do. Which meant that I saw a lot growing up. I always knew that I was lucky to grow up where I did. Other clubs could be worse. Hell, being normal could have been worse.

That being said, the sh.it going on with these kids shouldn’t shake me up as badly as it does. Obviously, any person with a shred of decency would be shaken up, but this is different. I can’t stop thinking about it no matter what I do. I feel like I’m missing something, and it’s making me feel obsessed.

Not to mention that we have no sign of anyone leaving town with the kids. Well, nothing suspicious anyway. I’ve been checking in with the guys we got on patrol every hour, but there’s been nothing. We thought that was weird.

We don’t think that they’re holding the kids for very long before shipping them to SD. They have to be keeping them somewhere. CG thinks that they move anywhere from just one kid at a time, to, at the most, four. It doesn’t seem like they usually hold them for longer than a week either. So, literally any fucking day now we should see something.

Still, so much about this doesn’t make sense. Firstly, why are people so sick? Who is SD exactly? Why set up in our town? Who else are they selling to? Who are these guys for real?

“Hey Havoc, you look grumpy,” Cherry purred as she plopped down on my lap.

I didn’t even bother acknowledging her.

“Wanna do some shots with me?” she asked, trying to hand me a shot–glass.

Finally, I looked at her. I took the glass from her and she giggled. Then she poured to the top before filling her own glass. She clicked her glass to mine and we both tossed them back.

“Another?” She asked, and we did another.

And then another, and another, and another. Eventually, I took the bottle from her and started drinking straight from it. I’ve been getting sloshed most nights. I already know that it doesn’t help all these awful feelings I keep bottled up. It doesn’t do sh.it for my guilt, my anxiety, or my fucking fears. But I have no idea what else to do.

I wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but I was wasted. The room was spinning, music was blasting, and everyone was having a good time. Cherry was still sitting on my lap. I hadn’t noticed she was still there until I felt her hand go up my shirt. I was about to swat her hand away when she pressed her lips to the side of my neck.

“Havoc… it’s been so long,” she said, trying to sound seductive. “Let me ride you.”

Cherry moved to straddle me, but I shot to my feet, knocking her to the floor. She yelped and several of the brothers around us laughed.

“What the hell Havoc!?” Cherry screeched.

“Don’t fucking touch me again,” I slurred.

“What?” She asked, clearly confused. “Why?”

“How many times do I have to tell these ho.es?” I muttered, rolling my eyes, which proved to be a bad decision. “I don’t fucking want you! I’ve told all of you that a buncha times.”

“But this is literally what I’m here for!” Cherry yelled as she got to her feet. “You even let me-”

“Ah! Ah!” I cut her off, pointing my finger in her face. “Buncha. Times.”

Joker, who was sitting to my left with Glitter on his lap, was cackling up a storm. Glitter was trying not to giggle along with him, but it was impossible. I knew that I was swaying on my feet, and I took that as my sign to take my ass to my room.

“Make me tell you again and… I’ll have Karma throw you out,” I slurred at Cherry before spinning around and wobbling out of the room.

Cherry yelled after me, but I ignored her. A few of my brothers asked if I was okay, but ! ignored them too. I must be drunker than I thought if so many of them asked if I needed help getting to my room.

“I can help you.”

“Snapper, for Fuck’s sake, I’m like this close to murdering the next whore who puts her hands on me,” I growled.

Snapper only giggled.

“I could barely understand a thing you said,” she told me.

Fuck.

“Hey Havoc, wait!”

“God, another one? What the Fuck?” I complained as I turned around to find Coco rushing towards me.

“Actually, I had to come tell you something,” she said with a giggle. Then her eyes flickered to Snapper. “He made it clear that you can go.” She stated.

Snapper scoffed before stomping down the hall towards the party.

“Is it my pheromones or something?” I muttered, making Coco giggle again.

They were on the other side of the bed, close enough to touch, but far enough to give them plenty of space. CG was on his back with one arm wrapped under Bly’s head. She was on her side, facing me, tucked against CG’s side. Her black hair was hanging in her face, and… is she naked?

Suddenly, CG flipped over and wiggled around. I was surprised the movement didn’t wake either of them up. He even managed to push the blanket down to our waists. And oh yeah, Bly is fucking butt–naked.

I was too drunk to even bother trying not to look at her perfect body. I watched as CG moved his arms around her to cup her perfect tits. Bly’s lips parted and when CG gently pinched her nipples, she sighed. My di.ck turned to steel right away.

I was in complete awe as I watched CG play with Bly’s pretty pink buds until she was wiggling and moaning. Then, one of his hands started to move south. My eyes followed that hand as it disappeared between Bly’s creamy thighs. CG played with her until I could hear the lewd sounds her pussy was making.

Then, suddenly, CG pulled Bly’s leg up, holding her by her thigh. I looked up at their faces. Bly had her head turned, and they were making out. I was shocked to see them awake. Or, well, at least I think Bly is. I know CG is because, despite the fact that he’s kissing her, he’s looking at me. His eyes flickered down, gesturing for me to join in.

Again, too drunk to give a sh.it, I drove right in. I moved closer to them as my hand slowly trailed up Bly’s other thigh. She moaned into CG’s mouth as he continued to work her nipple. Then my fingers found her soaked center and I melted.

“Th–this remind you of anything, Evander?”

I looked up to see Bly looking at me with those electric eyes.

“Huh?” I asked, feeling like a moron.

“He doesn’t remember, baby,” CG said, chuckling.

“Fuck, I don’t even care anymore,” she replied. “Just tell me you want this.”

“I want this, Dimples,” I blurted.

“Great, because I might have done this anyway,” she muttered.

Before I could ask what, she grabbed my head and smashed our lips together. I was so drunk and so fucking happy that I pushed myself into her, pushing her into CG, and rolling us all over until we had Bly between us. The rest of the night was a blur of orgasms. I was drunk as hell, but not drunk enough to forget any of this.

I might not deserve Blythe, but maybe I should start trying to become a man that does.