Possessive Riders 145

In the quiet early morning hours at the clubhouse, Evander reflects on the unusual calmness around him. After finishing cleaning the bathrooms as requested by Karma, he finds himself unable to sleep and longing to be with Blythe, despite feeling undeserving of her comfort. Earlier, he had gone on an apology tour, trying to make amends with the brothers for past mistakes, though he still hasn’t managed to speak with Slider, Joker, Karma, or CG. His confidence wavers when faced with Karma and CG, especially when Karma shows no immediate forgiveness.

Karma confronts Evander in the kitchen, demanding he talk now. Evander apologizes sincerely for lying and keeping secrets, acknowledging the chaos his actions caused. Karma admits he misread Evander’s attempts to come clean, thinking they were about personal feelings for Blythe, and regrets not being more supportive. The conversation reveals a complex mix of guilt, regret, and a tentative step toward forgiveness, though Karma advises Evander not to touch Blythe yet, as she hasn’t discussed that with him.

Evander returns to his room but hesitates before entering, knowing Blythe will be up soon and unsure of what she has planned. When he finally opens the door, he is shocked to find Blythe in Karma’s room, intimately involved with Dragon and Psy.cho. The scene is explicit and overwhelming, leaving Evander frozen as he watches. Psy.cho notices him and taunts him, while Blythe playfully acknowledges him and encourages him to join in, despite Karma’s earlier warning.

The chapter ends with Evander caught between his desire to obey Karma’s instructions and the provocative demands of Blythe and the others. The dynamic between the characters is charged with tension, complicated emotions, and a sense of impending trouble as Evander contemplates his next move.

Chapter 145: Apology Tour

Evander’s Perspective

The hour was so late—or early, depending on how you looked at it—that the clubhouse had settled into an unusual quiet. Well, quiet-ish. It wasn’t truly silent; music still pulsed through the air, its volume turned down from the earlier raucousness, more background hum than blaring noise. Scattered around the room were a few brothers lingering in various states—some entwined with succubi, others slumped in drunken stupor, and a handful still nursing drinks while shuffling cards at a table.

It had been a long time since I’d seen the club like this. There was always this strange lull in the early morning hours, a calm that was anything but peaceful. The kind of calm only a biker club could have, I suppose. Typically, this happened between four and six a.m., the time when the club girls, along with some of the older ladies, would rise to prepare breakfast for everyone. Most of the late-night stragglers usually took that moment to retreat to their rooms or wherever else they needed to be.

I had just finished cleaning all the bathrooms, as Karma had insisted. Lately, he’d been piling on more and more tasks for me—mostly the kind nobody else wanted to touch. Not exactly glamorous, but at least I wasn’t being asked to do anything too grisly, like chopping up bodies or some shit. Sometimes I wondered if Karma had any inkling of what Blythe had been up to lately, those little tricks Dragon had clearly noticed. The way things were shifting around here, it was hard not to be curious.

After stashing the cleaning supplies back in the closet near the kitchen, I wasn’t quite ready to retreat to my room. Instead, I leaned against the wall, staring blankly at the opposite one. Sleep wasn’t coming. All I wanted was to crawl into bed beside Blythe and wrap myself around her. It was selfish, I knew—I didn’t deserve that comfort. But it felt like the only way I’d find any rest.

Earlier, after talking with Dragon and Psy.cho, I’d gone on what I called an apology tour—the best I could manage, anyway. I made my rounds, apologizing to the brothers, offering deeper apologies to those who had some inkling of the truth. The only ones I missed were Slider and Joker; both had been absent most of the day. When Joker finally emerged from his room, it was only briefly to grab some food to take back. He mentioned not letting Aria—aka Glitter—out until we had church, so he could claim her properly and she’d get her property cut. Then he disappeared again.

Slider returned later with a girl—a random girl, not a regular or a succubus. The way he slid her straight to his room and didn’t come back out told me she was about to be claimed. Probably brought her here because the club was on lockdown; no way he wanted her caught up in all our mess.

Still, I hadn’t apologized to Slider, Joker, Karma, or CG yet. I tried talking to Karma and CG today, but neither was having it. After my conversations with Psy.cho and Dragon, I felt ready to bare my soul to the last two. But Karma wouldn’t even spare me a glance, and CG’s look when I approached wiped out every ounce of confidence I had.

“The fuck are you doing just staring at the wall?” a voice broke through my thoughts.

I looked up to find Karma standing in the kitchen. Shirtless, wearing sweatpants low on his hips, hair a messy tangle, and looking exhausted. His brow was furrowed, and he wore a scowl. Grumpy, no doubt.

“Uh, just lost in thought,” I muttered, rubbing the back of my neck awkwardly.

He grunted and moved toward the coffee pot.

“It’s almost six in the morning,” he said. “Why aren’t you back with Blythe yet?”

“Well, you were all with her,” I replied weakly. “I was just about to head back.”

Karma turned, crossing his arms and leaning against the counter. His gaze was sharp, unreadable.

“You kept trying to talk to me yesterday,” he said. “Talk now.”

“R-right now?” I stammered, feeling like an idiot.

“You have five minutes, Evander,” he said flatly.

“Okay,” I said, scrambling to recall the apology I’d rehearsed a million times. “I just wanted to say how sorry I am. I know I’ve said it before. I know you saw how I was after we found out everything… But I’m so sorry, Karma. Sorry for lying, for keeping it a secret. Sorry I never told any of you until it was way too late—”

“Technically, you didn’t tell us at all,” he interrupted. “You were found out.”

“I know,” I mumbled.

“You were trying to though, weren’t you?” he asked quietly. “All those times I blew you off—I thought you wanted to talk about your feelings for Blythe. I was stressed with everything going on in the club. I should’ve given you more time. Even if it was something dumb like your feelings for your stepsister,” he added, and I nearly groaned at the word. “For that, I’m sorry. I wasn’t a good prez to you in those moments. Maybe things would’ve been different if I had been.”

I shook my head.

“Nah, that’s on me, not you,” I said. “I could’ve been more assertive, forced you to listen. I shouldn’t have kept secrets or lied to any of you. Things just spiraled out of control in so many ways. I didn’t expect any of it, and I was too scared to tell the truth, too caught up in the lie.” Official source is ⓝovelFind.net

Karma gave a slow nod.

“And what have the brothers said during your little apology tour?” he asked, pouring himself a cup of coffee.

I exhaled slowly.

“Some gave me shit,” I admitted. “Most said they forgive me. Dragon and Psy.cho said they’ll forgive me once you and CG do.”

Karma studied me as he sipped his coffee.

“And Blythe?” he pressed.

“You already know how she feels,” I replied. “She forgives me, but wants me to suffer. More and more every damn day. I swear, I’m going to bust my jeans the next time I see her naked. Hell, she might not even have to be naked.”

Karma smirked.

“I meant, how are things going with her?” he clarified.

I swallowed hard, debating whether I should tell him about what she’d been up to.

“Uh… fine, I guess,” I muttered.

“You touch her?” he asked.

“No,” I answered honestly.

“She ask you to?”

“No.”

“Do you want to?”

“Yes…” I admitted.

“Has she touched you?”

Fuck.

“A little.”

“Hmmm,” he said, refilling his cup. “Well, she hasn’t told me about you touching her yet, so… don’t.” He headed for the door. “Keep up the good work, Evander.” Then he was gone.

I stood there for a moment, trying to process what had just happened. Was I forgiven? It didn’t quite feel like it, but it felt like a step in the right direction. Now I just had to apologize to CG and do whatever else I could to make this right.

Dragging my feet, I made my way back to the room. Pausing outside the door, I hesitated. I wanted to go in, but I didn’t. Blythe would be up soon, and who knew what she had planned today? God, I couldn’t wait for the day when I could sleep beside her again.

With a soft sigh, I opened the door, head bowed low. I quietly closed it behind me and locked it. My eyes flicked up—and then I froze.

In the center of Karma’s huge bed were Dragon, Blythe, and Psy.cho. CG wasn’t there, at least not that I could see. I couldn’t tear my gaze away from the three tangled together.

Blythe was pressed between them. Dragon was beneath her, with Psy.cho on top. She was moaning—clear as day they were fucking. Dragon was deep inside her ass, Psy.cho inside her delicious cunt. And there I stood, frozen in the middle of the room.

Psy.cho finally noticed me and smirked, grabbing Blythe by the chin. She moaned again, louder this time, calling his name like a prayer.

“Look, Sweetness,” he said, eyes locked on me. “Someone came to watch the show.”

Blythe’s eyes snapped open, electric blue and breathtaking. A playful smile spread across her face as she looked at me.

“E-Evander…” she breathed, voice sweet and breathy.

“I…” I started, unsure of what to say or do.

“You’re not allowed to touch me,” she giggled, a sound cut off by a choked moan as Psy.cho thrust into her.

“Heard you’ve been touching him,” Dragon teased me from over her shoulder.

Blythe gasped, arching her back and grinding against them as they fucked her.

“O-only a little,” she stammered. “Mostly, I made him watch.”

“You’ve been a big tease, huh, Peaches?” Dragon laughed before thrusting up again, making her moan his name.

“Wanna tease him more…” she moaned, head thrown back, eyes locking on me. “Take it out,” she demanded. “I want to see how much it misses me.”

I did what she said. Had to, right? Karma told me not to touch her. I still had to listen. Like a good boy.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned again, writhing between the two.

“Fuck, she’s gushing,” Psy.cho groaned, picking up the pace.

“Evander,” Blythe sang with a giggle. “Play with it for me. I want to watch you cum.”

Fuck. Was that a good idea?

“You heard the lady,” Dragon said. “Your job is to do as she says.”

“Yeah, Evander, come on,” Psy.cho taunted, egging me on.

Fuck, these three were going to get me into trouble—I just knew it.

In the quiet aftermath of his apology tour, Evander finds himself caught in a complicated web of emotions—guilt, longing, and a desperate need for forgiveness. His conversation with Karma reveals the fragile bonds between the brothers, underscoring how much trust has been shaken but not entirely broken. Despite the weight of his mistakes, there is a tentative hope in the air, a sense that healing is possible if he continues to face the consequences and remain honest with those around him.

Yet, the intimate scene unfolding before him with Blythe, Dragon, and Psy.cho challenges Evander’s resolve and deepens the emotional complexity of their relationships. Blythe’s playful dominance and the charged atmosphere remind him of the tangled desires and unspoken rules that govern their world. In this moment, the chapter leaves us suspended between tension and tenderness, highlighting the fragile balance of power, love, and forgiveness that defines their lives.

The next chapter promises to delve deeper into the tangled web of emotions and loyalties within the club, especially as Evander grapples with the complex dynamics involving Blythe, Dragon, and Psy.cho. The tension between desire, guilt, and the need for forgiveness is palpable, and readers can expect Evander to confront not only his own feelings but also the reactions of those around him, including the elusive CG. The delicate balance between punishment and affection in Evander and Blythe’s relationship will likely be tested even further, revealing new layers of vulnerability and strength.

As the club’s atmosphere continues to shift, the interactions between the brothers and their women may ignite new conflicts or deepen existing ones. The club’s quiet moments are deceptive, masking undercurrents of power struggles, secrets, and shifting alliances. With Karma’s guarded approval hanging in the air and the provocative scene unfolding before Evander’s eyes, the next chapter is set to explore the consequences of trust and betrayal, and how far each character is willing to go to protect what they hold dear. Readers will find themselves on edge, eager to see how these intense emotions and complicated relationships will evolve.