Chapter 11
Blythe’s P.O.V.
The closer we get to town, the more nervous I feel. Things are starting to look familiar. Trees, houses, road
signs. And then, shortly after the sun went down, we were in Healdsburg.
I sat rigid as we made our way through town. Everything looked the exact same. Nothing has changed at
all.
When we turned down the road to the clubhouse, I started to feel a little dizzy. The club owns a huge
chunk of land, and hell, most of Healdsburg in general. They bought an old run–down motel back when
Karma’s dad was a boy. Built it up from nothing.
Over time, they bought all the land around it and built houses for the married couples of the club. There was a section for every patched member, some empty and some with a house already. I’m not sure how they do the claiming of that though. When we moved in with Tusk, he already had a house. They had lived on the property, in that house, since before Evander and Everly were born. Their mom was never around.
When we got older, I found out that she was a drug addict and had dropped the kids off at the club when they were babies. She didn’t even stay to explain. Just left a note with them at the gate with a prospect who didn’t know sh.it. She took off before the prospect could even blink, and she never came back.
Around the entire property is a huge fence, like what you’d see at an armory. It was tall, dark, and always guarded. It’s there to protect the club members from rival clubs. Or anyone else for that matter. MCs tend to gain a lot of enemies.
When those familiar gates came into view, I thought I was going to hurl.
“Karma, please don’t do this,” I begged in a whisper, but I was ignored.
“You should be fu.cking thankful that we’re giving you a chance to make amends with your family,” Psycho said as he turned onto the dirt driveway. “You’re the one always throwing tantrums.”
I scoffed at him.
Throwing tantrums. Of course. Because that’s what they think of me. It didn’t matter that they had known me almost my entire life. The moment somebody else told them I was up to no good, they believed them. over me. I was never a tantrum thrower, but after so many people lying about me that I was… Well, I
started to.
It’s just too bad that I couldn’t have started that while I was still at the club. I was too shy, timid, and sensitive before, but these bikers killed every last bit of that in me. And now I’m back. And things will be
different this time around. Especially if I’m forced to be here.
“If you think I was throwing tantrums before… You ain’t seen nothing yet.” I grumbled as I crossed my
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arms.
“You’re being a real bi.tch for someone we’re doing a favor for,” Psycho muttered.
“Favor?!” I asked incredulously.
Psycho put the car in park, and whirled around to get in my face for the millionth time since we’ve been
reunited.
“We might be forcing you, but don’t act like this ain’t for the better,” he spat. “It’s time for you to grow up Bly
and stop this nonsense. Your mom and you used to be close-”
“Ya know what,” I interrupted him as I held my hand up. “Let’s just get out. I don’t need a lecture.”
Psycho narrowed his eyes at me.
“Keep up with the disrespect, and you’ll find out just how much we’ve grown up, Blythe,” he said with a hard
tone. “This is our club. We’re bikers. Don’t test my patience.”
“Why? What are you going to do?” I spat. “Lock me up in a room? Hit me? Starve me? Go for it. I guarantee you’it won’t make a difference where I’m concerned. You’re all better off just throwing out on the road and forgetting you ever saw me.”
Psycho’s eyes hardened, but Karma stiffened next to me. Dev turned his head, giving me a curious look. He seems to be the only one that can tell something is off with me. Probably because he doesn’t know what I went through at Silent Divine. These two do though.
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“Why in the fu.ck would you think we would do something like that to you!?” Psycho roared at me, nearly shaking the whole car with his voice alone.
“Psycho,” Karma said his name sternly.
“No offense, VP, but you did threaten her,” Dev chimed in. “What else was she supposed to think?”
“Not that we would fu.cking abuse her!” Psycho shouted.
“What other kind of punishment is there?” I asked, giving him a hard look.
All three of them turned to look at me, but I didn’t understand their expressions. Shock mixed with anger
and confusion.
“You think… the only kind of punishment… is abuse?” Dev asked me.
I shrugged.
“It’s the only ways I’ve ever been punished,” I replied.
“Bull-fu.cking-sh.it,” Psycho said. “Your mom never hit you or did any of that sh.it. None of us would have
let that fly. Hell, Tusk wouldn’t have let that fly.”
“He’s got a point there,” Dev muttered.
I looked at each of them with a hard frown before dipping my head down. I stared at my hands in my lap
as I tried to make sense of this.
It’s true, Mom never did that stuff to me. I never even got spanked, but that was because I was a good kid.
But when things changed… She would just yell at me and tell me how disappointed she was in me. Of course, I’d hear her telling Tusk at night that she didn’t know what to do with me and how my acting out
was causing her so much stress.
What I’m confused about is how they can act so causally, knowing what Silent Divine did to me. Because
they do know. Right? I mean… they must know. That’s why they never cared to talk to me when I was there. That’s why Mom never tried to reach out to me. They were all talking to my dad still. I know he was lying to
them about me being busy when I wasn’t, just so I couldn’t talk to them, but they used to say such awful
things about me to him. He said that he told some of them that I was being punished and couldn’t talk,
and they knew what that meant.
even tried to tell the truth when I ran away the first time. He said they knew, that they all knew, and that none of them cared. Why are they acting so confused and angry now? Is this some kind of trick? Or some kind of twisted game? Why are they doing this to me?
Well, I refuse to play along. They can pretend like they don’t know and act dumb all they want. I’m not giving them the satisfaction of breaking me. I learned a long time ago that’s what people like them want; to see me broken. I refuse to give that to anyone ever again.
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“Blythe, did somebody-”
“Let’s just go get this over with,” I cut Dev off, turning to grab Butter’s carrier and scoot across the seat. I got out before anyone could protest. I held Butter’s carrier to my chest as I looked around the parking lot.
It’s packed, but I guess that’s expected for this time of night. The club used to throw some wild parties every weekend. This time of night was always the rowdiest. There are tons of motorcycles outside, a few
of which I recognize. I don’t see Tusk’s though.
The club’s logo was sitting proudly against the large building right above the door. I stared at the black demon on his bike surrounded by flames. The club’s name was above it in bold red letters. It looked the
same as it did the last time I was here.
The door opened and a couple of people spilled out. Loud music and people chattering hit my ears. I watched two girls and a couple of guys stumble towards their car. I was about to tell them they shouldn’t drive, but apparently, that wasn’t their plan at all. I figured that out when they walked past their car, into the grass, and started heavily making out.
My eyes widened when both girls dropped to their knees for the men. That was when I realized they had cuts on too. I couldn’t see from this far what their names were or anything else, but I could see that black
leather.
“You just gonna keep watching like a creep, or what?” Psycho asked, his lips right by my ear.
I jumped away from him before turning my head to scowl at him.
“Come on,” Karma said as he walked to the door of the clubhouse.
“Wait,” I said. “We’re going in there? I thought you would take me to my mom’s house.”
Karma stared at me with a blank face.
“I don’t trust you not to get into trouble,” he stated simply. “So you’re staying where I can keep a closer eye
on you. In the clubhouse.”
I went rigid at that.
“Th–the clubhouse? Why? With who? What room? Where?” I shot out question after question as my anxiety
started to spike.
“You can have a room in the hall with the rest of the succubi,” Psycho stated.
Succubi? As in… the club wh.ores? I’ve heard of them referred to as such because that was a female se.x
demon. But they’re also called club who.res and sweet tarts. If I remember correctly, that is.
Wait… does that mean they’re going to force me to…?
No… No, I can’t! I can’t! I won’t!
My breathing started to come out harder, and I took a step back. I was seconds away from turning tail and running. I knew I wouldn’t make it, but I’d rather be dead than become a sweet tart.
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Unfortunately, these guys can read me like a book. I backed up right into Dev’s chest. I squeezed Butter’s
carrier tighter and fear gripped in my throat.
I looked down as tears filled my eyes. There’s nowhere to run to. It’s hopeless. I have no choice. They’re going to turn me into a club sl.ut against my will. I’m going to be more used than I was at Silent Divine.
Suddenly, fingers were under my chin, forcing my eyes to connect with a pair of green eyes.
“I won’t let anyone touch you, Blythe,” he stated.
“W–what?” I asked, confused and shocked. “B–but y–you s–s–said-”
“You can either stay in the room we give you, which, yes, will be in the hall with the club girls, but you don’t
have to be one. We don’t force that sh.it on the girls, and you know it,” he said. But I’m different, aren’t I?
“Or,” Karma continued. “You can sleep in my room, C.G.’s room, Havoc’s room, even Dragon’s room, or
Psycho’s if you want to instead. But nobody else.”
Psycho scoffed.
“Don’t even try it, Blythe,” he said. “You are not welcome in my bed. And I bet Havoc will feel the same.”
I blinked at Karma.
“Fine,” I replied, ripping my chin from his hold. “Just take me inside.”
So I can go cry alone about how sh.itty my life is.