Inferno Demon Riders MC: My Five Obsessed Bullies (by Kj) novel Chapter 91

Chapter 91: Seeing the Interview

Blythe’s P.O.V.

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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.

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“N–no, I’m good,” I stuttered.

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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.

“He could just admit that he wants to fu.ck his stepsister,” CG added.

“I do not want to fu.ck Blythe,” Havoc bit out. “We just… got caught up in the moment a few

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times. That’s it. But actual se.x? That’s not something we can come back from.”

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I looked at him like he was the stupidest man on the planet, which he might seriously be.

“Right, because doing everything but isn’t weird at all. We can totally come back from that. It won’t be strange at all during family holidays to think about how my stepbrother knows what my pussy tastes like. Or that I know how he likes the tip of his co.ck teased while I give him head. Makes total sense,” I said, rolling my eyes as I turned back around and plopped down.

The guys started bickering and teasing each other. Havoc was now making them all drinks while Psycho and CG gave him excuse after excuse to explain why he wanted me. They were all dumb, bullsh.it excuses. Havoc turned them all down with annoyance. I tuned them out, annoyed with the whole conversation.

My mind was starting to drift into random thoughts. Especially about us. And about how each of us is a little fu.cked up. Maybe that’s why we fit together so perfectly.

And that was when I heard it. It was faint. So faint that at first I thought I was imagining things. It was a voice that sounded familiar but not at the same time. I knew instantly who it was, but the fact that it was different from the last time I heard him was what made me realize it wasn’t in my head.

I looked around the room, but we were still the only ones here. My eyes moved to the small TV playing the interviews. And that’s where I saw him. My eyes widened, and I stood up to get

closer.

“Ozias…” I whispered as tears filled my eyes.

He looks the same, but so different. So much older than his 14–year–old self. He still has a head of thick black hair, but it’s much shorter now than when we were kids. His silver eyes are just as piercing as I remember. Oh, that smile. It’s just as kind and sweet as it used to be. He’s freaking huge now though. Muscle on top of muscle. Easily the biggest guy I’ve ever seen, right next to Havoc. He had a bit of scruff growing, like he forgot to shave, or maybe he’d decided to grow a beard. There’s a scar that cuts through his left eyebrow too. I wonder how he got that.

Suddenly, the volume started to go up on the screen. I turned my head to see CG pointing a remote at the small TV. The three of them were watching me. Ps.ycho and CG looked happy, both of them beaming. Havoc looked happy too, but it was more subtle. Which all just made more tears fill my eyes.

I turned back to the TV, trying to blink my tears away as I listened to the interview Ozias was giving.

“Mr. Makris, how pumped are you for the match tonight?” the female reporter asked.

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“Thrilled!” Ozias replied, beaming at her.

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“You’ve won every single fight so far, and tonight, you could win the championship! Do you expect to take home the title this year?” she asked.

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