Inferno Demon Riders MC: My Five Obsessed Bullies novel Chapter 91

Blythe’s P.O.V.

I was still a bit dazed as we walked into the building. Which was great because it kept my mind off the fact that I had no panties on and this dress barely covered my butt. What if people see my bits when I sit down or stand up? Do I really have to go all night like this?

So much for keeping my mind off it.

“Come on, Short Cake,” Psy.cho said as he pulled me through the crowd of people.

“Hey, wait, I see concessions over there,” I said, trying to pull my hand free. “I’m thirsty.”

“Don’t worry, Fireball,” CG said. “There’s better food and drinks where we’re going.”

I turned my head to give CG a look as I stumbled behind Psy.cho. I kept my mouth shut instead of asking what he meant by that. I had a feeling it was going to be a wait–and–see thing. I was surprised when Psy.cho stopped by a set of stairs that was roped off and had a VIP sign. He gave the club name to the two men guarding the rope and one nodded before allowing us through.

We walked up the steps, me very much aware that CG and Havoc could probably see up my dress. At the top of the stairs was a silent hall that held four doors on each side. Psy.cho walked down to the last door on the right and walked right in, pulling me with him.

It’s… a VIP room. Something I’ve only ever heard about or read in books. A booth that was all ours. There was a TV playing all the live interviews happening for the fight. One wall was made entirely of glass, overlooking the arena at the perfect angle. There were couches, chairs, and tables splayed around the room. There were two long tables full of small foods and all kinds of drinks. This place was classy. Like… Sean’s kind of money type of classy.

“You want to order something, Dimples, or do you see something you like?” Havoc asked me.

“Uhm, I can just have something that’s already here,” I replied, still struggling to understand what the heck is going on.

I felt like I was having an out–of–body experience as I made myself a drink and joined the guys on one of the couches. I was sipping my drink when Psy.cho leaned close to me. Too close. Unnecessarily close.

“Hey, wanna know a secret?” He whispered in my ear, his hot breath fanning my neck and making me hot.

“N–no, I’m good,” I stuttered.

Psy.cho chuckled as his hand came to rest on my thigh. God, they’re all so fucking big. His hand takes up way more of my thigh than it should.

“I’m gonna tell you anyway,” he said quietly, his lips brushing against my ear. “All I can think about is stripping you down and pinning you to that glass wall. Pressing your perfect t**s against it while I fu.ck you from behind… Mmmmmmm… That sounds like so much fun.”

“You’re a pig,” I hissed.

“Don’t pretend like the images don’t make you wet, Sweet Stuff,” he teased me before kissing my cheek.

“Is that what this really is?” I asked once Psy.cho pulled away from me to relax against the couch. “You guys got this room and brought me here so that you could coerce me into fu.cking you all?”

Psy.cho busted out in laughter, CG snorted, and Havoc looked at me like I’d lost my mind.

“You really think I’d go along with a plan like that?” Havoc asked. “You’re my fu.cking stepsister.”

Is he serious right now?

“Uh, yeah, I do think you would go along with a plan like that,” I replied, dead serious. Havoc gave me a flat look. “Don’t look at me like that,” I said. “You literally just watched me get off. And that’s probably the least worst thing we’ve done together.”

“Whatever,” he grumbled, turning to go make himself a drink.

I flipped around on the couch to look at him.

“Yeah, go ahead and drink,” I said sarcastically. “Because you’ll definitely still see me as your sister when you’re drunk. Kinda like that night you snuck into CG’s bed with us.”

Havoc set down the bottle of whiskey with unnecessary force and turned to face me. His eyes were hard, and his jaw was clenched. I just gave him a smug look because we both knew I was right.

“Go on,” I urged him. “Drink. It gives you an excuse, right?”

“He could just tell everyone you seduced him,” Psy.cho chimed in.

“Well, I’m going to try my best,” he said, smiling. “May the best man win, but I do plan to be that man.”

The reporter chuckled with Ozias and I found my eyes filling with tears again. He’s still the same. So playful and kind.

“Will you really be done after tonight’s fight?” the reporter asked.

“For a while at least, yeah,” Ozias replied. “I got a home to get back to and a girl to marry.”

My breath caught at his words.

“Ooohh, Miss Tori Katz?” she asked.

Who?

“No, not Tori,” Ozias replied. “That was fake news a fan put out. Tori and I are just friends. The girl I’m going to marry is a childhood friend. I’m actually dedicating my fight to her tonight, so I kind of have to win.” Then he looked right at the camera. “This one’s for you… my long–lost peach girl.”

I felt like the floor had been swiped from under me.

He was… talking about me? Me? Like… me? This me? The same me that all of them hated when I first got dragged back? The same me that he never called or wrote to before and lied about it? That me???

“Hear that, Fireball?” CG whispered in my ear from behind me.

Just then the door opened and Karma walked in. We connected eyes, and he made his way towards us. His eyes flickered to the TV screen and back to me. He was assessing, but honestly, I wasn’t sure how I felt right now either.

“We’re here to see Ozias?” I squeaked out.

“Yeah baby,” Karma replied. “We’re here to take our missing piece home.”