Possessive Riders 147

A week after a difficult period, Evander finds himself struggling with guilt and uncertainty about his place in the club and his relationships. Encouraged by Bly, who reassures him of her love despite his feelings of unworthiness, Evander prepares to confront CG and apologize for past mistakes. Bly’s presence is both a comfort and a torment, as she teases and tempts him, deepening his longing and frustration.

Evander and Bly share a candid conversation where she asks about Nikki, revealing Evander’s past entanglements and his lack of genuine feelings for Nikki, reaffirming that Bly is the only one he truly wants. Despite the playful banter, Evander knows he must face CG to make amends and find some peace.

Finding CG working in the club’s garage, Evander nervously apologizes for his actions that hurt CG and the others. He admits to being scared and selfish, explaining his silence during CG’s struggles was due to fear and shame. CG listens but remains angry and hurt, questioning Evander’s motives and expressing his deep resentment.

Though CG does not forgive Evander immediately, he acknowledges the apology and agrees to consider what comes next. Evander feels a weight lifted by finally speaking his truth, hopeful that this step will help repair the fractured bonds. Bly’s support remains a vital source of strength as Evander looks toward a future where healing and forgiveness might be possible.

Chapter 147: The Last Apology

Evander’s Perspective

~ One week later ~

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“You’ve got this, Evander,” Bly encouraged, adjusting the collar of my jacket. The jacket felt empty, just like I did inside. “Don’t let him scare you.”

“He doesn’t want to see me, Bly,” I muttered, my voice sounding weaker than I wanted it to. Still, Bly laughed softly, that light, melodic sound that always managed to soothe me.

My girl… God, I don’t even have the right to think of her that way. But she is mine. She tells me every day, reminding me that I belong to her. In truth, she tells all of us that—each of us her own. Like she wants to make sure none of us ever forget how much she loves us. Even me. And damn it, I don’t deserve that kind of love, but it feels like a lifeline.

“CG’s going to have to get over it eventually,” Bly said firmly. “You need to apologize. Just walk up to him and get it all out. Don’t give him the chance to turn away.”

“What if he hits me?” I blurted out, surprised at my own words. I mean, hell, if all the guys in the club wanted to hit me, I’d take it. I deserve it.

“Then you take it with understanding,” she said, her voice soft but steady. “Hopefully, he won’t, though. Your bruises from Karma’s beating are almost gone.”

Bly cupped my cheek gently, her thumb brushing over my skin as she gazed into my eyes. A small smile played on her lips, those dimples I loved so much showing up like little secrets. My fingers twitched, aching to touch her, to close the distance between us.

It’s been a tough stretch lately. The guys, the club—they seem to be softening toward me. I’m still a prospect, still have a long road ahead, and I still have to make things right with CG. But even with some relief from my brothers, Bly has been driving me crazy. Just yesterday, she dry-humped me until I was a wreck.

Apparently, she was too impatient to wait for anyone else to be free. I was fully clothed, and she was completely bare. I was rock hard. Bly unbuttoned my pants and unzipped them, never fully freeing me, but she pressed herself against my boxer-covered cock. I could feel how wet she was. My hands gripped the arms of the chair like a lifeline, fighting the urge to touch her. Her fingers tangled in my hair, her body pressed close, lips trailing all over my neck. Those hips of hers moved against me, slow and tantalizing. It was overwhelming. Never before had a woman made me come so easily as Bly has in these last few days.

She hasn’t said a word to Karma about me touching her—not that I know of, anyway—and I’m pretty sure I’d know. She’s been torturing me. Maybe I deserve this kind of torture. Or maybe I don’t even know anymore. Not being able to touch Bly, especially like that, is pure agony. All I want is to bury myself inside her until she’s screaming my name. I crave her hand, her sweet mouth, her tight pussy wrapped around me. I want to feel her heat spreading through me until that familiar tingle runs down my spine. I want to fill her with my cum and fuck her senseless until I’m leaking down her leg like a river. I want—

“Evander,” Bly whispered, breaking into my thoughts.

Shit. How long have we been staring at each other?

“Y-yeah?” I stammered, clearing my throat like an idiot.

“You’re hard,” she said, biting her bottom lip to keep from laughing.

I glanced down, spotting the obvious bulge in my jeans.

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“What were you thinking about in that head of yours?” she asked, amused.

“You,” I said without hesitation, stepping a little closer. “Always you.”

“Well, just remember that one day, you’ll have me again,” she said softly, making me smile.

“One day…” I murmured, hope flickering in my chest.

“Can I ask you something?” Bly said. Read complete version only at find•novel.net

“Of course,” I replied.

“What happened to Nikki?” Her question caught me off guard. I must have looked surprised because she quickly added, “She was clearly obsessed with you. She snuck in before without a problem. But I haven’t seen her in weeks. Since before everything with you…”

I rubbed the back of my neck, unsure. “Honestly, I don’t know. Last time I had her kicked out, I haven’t heard a word since. I wouldn’t be surprised if she followed Everly or Alex. She wanted my patch, not me. I never wanted her like that.”

“You screwed her,” Bly said, frowning. “A lot, apparently.”

I rolled my eyes out of habit.

“Yeah, a few times, but that was it,” I said. “Never led her on, and it stopped when you came back. I told her to leave me alone—”

“Okay, okay,” Bly interrupted. “I was just curious.”

“You know you’re the only one I want, right?” I asked her.

She smiled.

“Well, since you asked our mother if it was okay to share me with your four best friends, yeah, I think I know,” she teased.

“Wish I’d done it sooner,” I smirked back.

“No kidding,” she laughed softly. We locked eyes again, lost in each other’s gaze. All I wanted then was to kiss her. Just a small, simple kiss.

“Well,” she said, breaking the moment. “Go talk to CG. I need to talk to Karma. Come find me when you’re done.”

“Okay,” I said.

Bly rose on her tiptoes and kissed my cheek before walking down the hall toward Karma’s office. I waited until she was inside before heading off to find CG. As nervous as I felt, I knew Bly was right. It was time to just get it all out and accept whatever came next. Even if CG hated me forever, he needed to hear how sorry I was.

It took a while to find CG. I wasn’t expecting him to be in the club’s garage out back. Some brothers keep their bikes there or work on them when needed. I wasn’t the only mechanic, but many preferred to keep their stuff there instead of my garage. CG was at one end of the large space, working on his bike. A few brothers were on the other side, chatting and laughing over beers, not noticing me walk in.

“Uh, hey,” I said, standing a few feet away.

CG didn’t look up, focused on his work.

“Need a hand?” I tried again, sounding foolish.

“Nope,” he replied sharply.

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair.

“Okay, since you’re not giving me your scary death glare or telling me to fuck off, I’m just going to say it.” I took a deep breath and rushed out, “I’m sorry. I know that’s not enough. Honestly, I don’t know if anything will ever be enough. But I’m so fucking sorry, CG. I never meant for things to spiral out of control. I never wanted to hurt you like I did. I was terrified of how you guys would react, and I was scared it might’ve been too late to say anything anyway. I shouldn’t have lied or sent Bly back there, but I should’ve come clean when you were drowning and when Angie tried to kill herself. I should’ve admitted the truth. I’m so, so sorry…”

When I finished, I exhaled, waiting for some kind of response. For a moment, CG just sat there. His jaw twitched, and he avoided my gaze, but he’d stopped working. Then, suddenly, he pushed himself to his feet, the rolling stool sliding backward. He looked at me with that same death glare, but now it was charged with deeper anger, as if he was about to explode. And I knew I’d take whatever he threw at me.

“You think an apology fixes everything?” he spat. “You think you can just say sorry and everything goes back to normal?”

“No,” I shook my head. “That’s not why I apologized.”

“You did it because Bly told you to,” he accused.

“Yes, I mean, no, I mean…” I faltered before taking a deep breath. “Yes, Bly pushed me, but not just for her. I wanted to apologize if I ever got the chance. She pushed me to stop feeling sorry for myself and to put you guys first. I’m apologizing because you all deserve to hear it. Even if you don’t believe me or forgive me, you deserve to hear it. And I mean it. I really am so terribly sorry. I feel sick with guilt every single day.”

“As you should!” he snapped, and I nodded in agreement.

“I don’t deserve this chance with any of you, but I’m grateful I have it,” I said. “The least I can do is tell you how sorry I am.”

“I’m still pissed at you,” he said flatly.

“Fair.”

“I fucking hate you.”

“Okay…”

CG went quiet for a moment, his jaw still twitching. He stared at me like he was searching for answers in my eyes or trying to figure out if I was being sincere.

“Why’d you do it?” he finally asked, his voice calmer.

“I was scared of my feelings for her—”

“No,” he cut me off, shaking his head. “Let me rephrase. How could you do that to me? How could you watch me go through all that and never say a word?”

I swallowed hard and looked away. I had a feeling this question was coming. I didn’t have a good answer, but I was going to meet his gaze when I gave it.

“I was a selfish coward,” I confessed. “At first, I thought you’d just get over it. I thought reminding you that Bly wasn’t everything would be enough. But as time went on, I realized none of us were moving on. Then I panicked. You were so drunk all the time you could barely function. I wanted to tell you so many times, CG. I even opened my mouth to say it. Maybe if I told you what I did, you’d be able to move on. I was sure you’d hate me, but at least you’d be better. We always got interrupted. I convinced myself it was the universe telling me to keep quiet. I almost came clean more times than I can count, but in the end, I was too ashamed, too scared of my feelings for her. I was a selfish bastard.”

“And then you cleaned up your act,” he mumbled, realizing why I stopped short.

I nodded.

“Yeah,” I said. “I thought helping you get through it was making up for it, but it wasn’t. I was a terrible brother and friend. I feel sick over what I’ve done and what I put you through. And I hope you know I’ve been sick with guilt for years. Watching you suffer nearly killed me. I know it sounds selfish, CG, but you deserve to know I didn’t make any of those choices lightly. I still cared about all of you.”

CG stared at me for a long moment. I just stood there, waiting. I wasn’t sure what he’d say or do next, but at least I got everything out.

“I don’t think I forgive you yet,” he said finally.

“You don’t have to,” I replied.

“I know,” he muttered, rolling his eyes. “I’m not sure where we go from here, Evander,” he said, pulling the stool back and sitting down. “You apologized. I listened. For now, just leave it at that. I need time to think.”

“Okay, fair enough,” I said quietly.

“Go back to your duties, Prospect,” he grumbled.

I smiled, turning to leave. Bly was right—apologizing lifted a weight off my shoulders. It wasn’t about me; it was about them. But now, I finally feel like we’re all moving in the right direction. Maybe I can even forgive myself.

And I have my girl to thank for all of it.

The chapter closes on a note of tentative hope and the slow mending of fractured bonds. Evander’s heartfelt apology to CG, though met with anger and hesitation, marks a crucial step toward healing the wounds inflicted by past mistakes. The raw honesty and vulnerability shared between them reveal the depth of regret and the desire for redemption that Evander carries, underscoring the complex emotions that bind these brothers together. Through this painful yet necessary confrontation, the story highlights themes of accountability, forgiveness, and the difficult path toward reconciliation.

At the heart of Evander’s journey is the unwavering support and love of Bly, whose presence offers both comfort and fierce encouragement. Their connection, charged with longing and tenderness, serves as a beacon of hope amid the turmoil. Bly’s insistence that Evander face his past and seek forgiveness reflects the strength of their bond and the promise of a future where love and trust can be rebuilt. As Evander steps forward with newfound resolve, the chapter leaves readers with a sense of cautious optimism, reminding us that even the deepest wounds can begin to heal with honesty, courage, and the support of those who truly care.

The next chapter promises to delve deeper into the fragile dynamics between Evander and CG, as the tension between them remains palpable despite the apology. Readers can anticipate a complex exploration of trust and forgiveness, where old wounds may resurface and test the limits of their brotherhood. Evander’s vulnerability and CG’s simmering anger set the stage for emotionally charged interactions that could either bridge the gap or widen it further.

Meanwhile, Bly’s influence continues to be a powerful force in Evander’s life, stirring both desire and hope for a future together. Yet, the lingering secrets and unspoken feelings hint at potential challenges that may complicate their relationship. As Evander struggles to reconcile his past mistakes with his present intentions, the next chapter will likely reveal how these intertwined relationships evolve under the weight of loyalty, love, and redemption.