Chapter 6: A Blast from the Past
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Kylian/Karma's P.O.V.
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What the fu.ck?
What the actual fu.ck??
Did that really just happen?
Talk about your ghosts from the past. What the hell is she doing here? In some bumfu.ck town in the middle of Nebraska. Is this where she's been? Is this why C.G. couldn't find her?
Well, I mean, he found her at one point. 'Course that was years ago. The only reason he found anything of use was because her fu.cking engagement had been in a local newspaper. That was back in Cali though, only a few hours away from our hometown.
When her father showed up about four or so years ago wanting to talk to Tusk and Angela about where his daughter was, I assumed that Blythe and her new husband had run away together or something. After we saw that Blythe was engaged, all of us had different reactions.
Me, personally, I didn't want to know jack sh.it about her after that. She broke her promise to us. A promise that we were all holding onto. And then nothing. She didn't care about us anymore. She was getting fu.cking married.
But when Daniel had the gall to show up at the front gates of our clubhouse, I knew something was up. I had C.G. look into Blythe again, and apparently, the guy never stopped. He couldn't find anything. Not a car in her name, a loan, an apartment, nothing. Even the husband was like a ghost. We knew his name, but that was it.
We'd been low-key searching for years, and eventually found a place associated with her husband. Of course, when Psycho and I went to scope out the place, Blythe wasn't there. It was a huge fu.cking house in the rich part of town. All high-end sh.it. Nothing like what the Blythe I remember would have liked.
There was a party going on when we showed up. It was more like a damn orgy than a party though. We searched for hours and never found Blythe in the house. Psycho got distracted by some girls that were there, and I watched and observed everything. Including her so-called husband enjoying his little party.
Did he even care where Bly was? Did she run away because he was cheating? Why didn't she run back to us? Does she hate us that much?
I shouldn't even be surprised honestly. We all knew that Blythe was a li.ar before her dad took her. I thought she'd change once she grew up. I thought she'd put the pettiness behind her. I mean, she was only acting out because Havoc started treating her differently when their parents married. That, and Everly wouldn't keep her hands off me.
I knew Bly was jealous back then, but didn't want to admit it to herself or any of us. I thought I'd wait it out, but the things she was doing to get our attention were getting out of control. We all had to be more stern with her. The last thing we wanted was for any of the club princesses to grow up spoiled.
There were only four of them, and we had seen how some club princesses in other clubs grew up to be. We didn't want that for Blythe. My little sister was hardly around, choosing to go to school in Scottland, where some of our family lived. She would come home for holidays and summers. She and Bly weren't close, but that was our fault for stealing all of Bly's attention.
The other two club princesses, Everly and Alex, were definitely too spoiled. We didn't see it back then, but I'm starting to see it now. They aren't that bad, but they're pushy. They want cuts and they want them from us. Well, Everly wants me at least. I think Alex is just trying to get knocked up by whoever she can at this point.
After the sh.it she pulled with C.G. though, no one in the club will touch her.
We never wanted Bly to grow up to be like that. We wanted her to stay just as she was. A sweet girl with a fiery side. We even talked about making her an ol' lady, but... Well, we could never decide who's ol' lady she'd be.
So, I spent two years after Blythe left thinking about what we would do when she came back. The plan I came up with was... intriguing. When I brought it to the guys, there was a mix of reactions.
Psycho was pi.ssed that I had even thought he'd want Blythe in the first place. The guy still won't admit that he has the hots for her. I mean, who wouldn't? With those insanely long and thick black waves, those deep cobalt eyes, the splattering of freckles across that little nose, those juicy and naturally red lips, and those incredible dimples that show when her lips move in the slightest. He wanted her. We all did.
Havoc was also pi.ssed. He said he didn't want to be a part of my plan and never would. Now that they were "siblings", he had to give up on whatever feelings he had for Bly. Which he said was easier after the way Bly treated his twin sister. I don't see why being step-siblings mattered. We met Bly before Tusk met Angela, but there was no telling Havoc that.
C.G. and Dragon had similar reactions. They were happy as hell and eager to start. 'Course, Dragon would be a bit harder to swing since he was already on his way to being a pro MMA fighter at 17 years old. I knew that those two could help me get the other two on track though.
Hell, Psycho would be easy to trap. But then Blythe never came back. Instead, she stayed with her father and found herself a husband. It's not like we were exactly waiting for her. Well, C.G. really was, but the rest of us were still getting our di.cks wet. We never dated though, never fell in love or any of that bullsh.it.
That was all supposed to be for her, but she apparently didn't want it.
So, why is she here? If her husband was cheating on her, and she left him, why come here instead of home? Doesn't she know how much her mom misses her? Of course, she doesn't, they don't talk.
"You keep staring at Bly, you want me to put in a good word?" Shadow asked, smirking at me from across the table.
I looked at him with a blank face, kind of angry that he caught me staring, or that I was staring at all.
"You know her?" I asked him.
"Uh, I wouldn't say that," he replied. "Actually, I just met her and Mary yesterday. Came in here to see my girl, found out she was cheating, and she wasn't even the girl she claimed to be. Bit.ch literally stole Mary's whole life and fed it to me like it was her own. Fu.cking wild. Got the bit.ch fired after all the drama unfolded."
That's... interesting.
"Anyway," Shadow continued. "I got Mary's number, since she's apparently the actual girl of my dreams. We been textin', and I bet she would love to hook her loner friend up with a biker."
"Loner?" I blurted, confused.
Bly always hated being alone. She never wanted space, never complained that all of us were too much for her. If anything, I think she would have been glued to us 24/7 if she was able to be.
"That's what Mary said last night when she told me that she finally got Bly to go get a drink with her," he said with a shrug. "Tried to get them to come to the clubhouse and party since you guys came down for some fun and business. Mary thought it was too soon though."
I looked at Blythe again. She was on the other side of the restaurant, definitely avoiding me. I knew she recognized me, but I just walked past her. Honestly, I had no idea what to do and that's never happened to me before. I always know what to do. That's why I'm the prez.
What do I do now though? Blythe is here, right within my reach. I'm still pi.ssed at her, and I know the others are too. Except Dragon and C.G. If they find out she's here, they'll come for her, even if it means leaving the club.
But Blythe didn't come back home. She ran away. She broke her promises and took off to have a new life.
Looking at her now, I can see how well she's aged. She looks skinnier, which pi.sses me off, but she looks... tougher too. Her curves have filled out more than nicely. I've never seen such a perfect body. She just needs to eat more.
Her hair is up in a messy bun and I wonder if she's kept it long like it was before. Those cobalt eyes were still as electric as ever, but the dark circles under them told of her exhaustion. That surprised look on her face when she saw me, the way that her hand gripped the coffee pot... She was scared of me, but why?
Something ain't adding up here, and I need to make a decision about what to do next.
"So, want me to put in a good word for you?" Shadow asked again.
Blythe went behind the counter and the man who I think runs this sh.ithole started yelling at her. I was waiting for the tears to fall, and I knew I'd get up and threaten the motherfu.cker. Just like when we were kids. Bly was sensitive, and only ever had a backbone when it came to people she was comfortable with.
However, Bly turned and put the jacka.ss in his place. I had no idea what was being said, but body language said a lot. Bly wasn't taking his sh.it and the motherfu.cker apparently didn't have a choice but to shut his mouth. Then Bly rolled her eyes and went back to taking care of her customers.
That was interesting. Very unlike Bly. The one that I used to know anyway.
"No," I finally responded to Shadow. "We're leaving tonight anyway."
So, I'll just take her with me.
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