Possessive Riders 153

In Chapter 153 of “Possessive Riders,” Blythe’s perspective reveals her growing concern about Karma, who seems to be hiding a significant secret. His protective demeanor towards her, especially when certain individuals are around, hints at deeper emotions that he is reluctant to share. Despite her attempts to uncover the truth, Karma remains closed off, leading Blythe to feel a mix of frustration and determination to understand him better.

The chapter unfolds in a lively barroom atmosphere filled with laughter and camaraderie among friends. As Blythe enjoys the company of her friends—Bonnie, Riley, and Willow—she notices the tension created by Evander’s close presence and Karma’s intense gaze on someone across the room. Blythe’s playful interaction with Karma, which includes blowing him a kiss, showcases the warmth and affection she feels for him, contrasting with the underlying tension of the evening.

The conversation shifts to Riley, who shares her complicated feelings about Slider, a man who has both claimed her and then distanced himself, leading to confusion and frustration. As her friends rally around her, they speculate on the emotional struggles of biker men, revealing a common theme of fear regarding vulnerability. Bonnie proposes a bold plan to make Slider jealous, igniting Riley’s excitement and determination to confront her feelings.

Amidst the playful banter and teasing among the friends, Bonnie’s own romantic entanglement with Mattia is revealed, adding another layer of complexity to their relationships. The chapter closes with a sense of anticipation as Evander invites Blythe to join him and CG, hinting at a deepening connection that promises to evolve further. The emotional dynamics among the characters create a rich tapestry of friendship, love, and the challenges that come with it.

**TITLE: Possessive Riders 153**

**Chapter 153: Oh, Bonnie**

**Blythe’s P.O.V.**

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~ A couple of days later ~

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FOURY

There’s something about Karma that’s been gnawing at me, a secret he’s keeping tucked away. I can’t quite explain how I know, but the truth is evident in the depths of his eyes. They dart and linger on certain individuals, hardening with an intensity that suggests he’s on high alert when specific people enter the room. And then there’s the way he instinctively shields me with his body whenever he feels those prying eyes on me. It’s as though he’s silently declaring, “She’s mine.”

I’ve tried to pry the truth from him on several occasions—sometimes subtly, other times more directly—but each attempt has been met with a resolute wall. It’s almost as if he’s forgotten that I know him better than anyone else ever could.

At this moment, the barroom is alive with laughter and chatter, the air thick with the warmth of camaraderie. Drinks are flowing, and a few of the brothers are already deep into their cups. Evander has been hovering just a little too close for comfort, and I can’t shake the feeling that he knows something—maybe not everything, but certainly a piece of the puzzle that is unfolding before us.

I’m seated at a table with Bonnie, Riley, and Willow, our laughter punctuated by the sound of cards being shuffled and drinks being poured. Evander, stationed right behind me, radiates warmth that seeps into my skin. The rest of the crew—CG, Psycho, and Dragon—are preoccupied with their own affairs, though I can’t quite discern what’s keeping them busy. It’s clear that Karma has them occupied, just as he has the guys of the girls, leaving us feeling a tad abandoned tonight.

As I glance up, my breath catches in my throat. Karma strides into the barroom, his presence commanding as he surveys the crowd. My gaze follows his, and I can see his attention settle on someone—someone I can’t quite identify, but my instincts tell me I know who it is. When his striking emerald eyes finally lock onto mine, I feel a rush of warmth envelop me. I can’t help but smile and blow him a playful kiss. He responds with a fleeting smile before he retreats back outside, leaving me momentarily breathless.

Curiosity piqued, I turn my attention to the direction where his gaze had lingered, studying the faces around that area.

“So, Riley, you never did tell us what went down the other night after Slider whisked you away over his shoulder,” Willow teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Riley scoffed, rolling her eyes dramatically.

“Are they all like that?” she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “So hot one moment and ice-cold the next?”

“Only until they come to terms with their feelings,” I chimed in, leaning forward with a conspiratorial grin. “Then they’re just hot all the time.”

Willow snorted at that, clearly entertained.

“What’s Slider doing to you?” Bonnie inquired, a teasing lilt in her voice. “I spotted you two having breakfast not too long ago.”

Riley sighed heavily, as if the weight of the world had settled upon her shoulders.

“He… I just don’t understand him,” she confessed, her hands flailing in exasperation before dropping onto the table with a thud. “He told me we looked like a couple and that he cared about me, so he brought me here. He declared that I was his, whether I liked it or not. This beast of a man stripped me down and spanked me until I admitted I belonged to him! Then he gave me the most mind-blowing orgasm I’ve ever experienced! We even had breakfast together the next morning! And guess what? Just hours later, he was back to ignoring me. When I confronted him, he insisted we weren’t a couple and that he never claimed to have feelings for me like that. I guess it was just… sex talk.”

We exchanged glances, the collective realization sinking in. Bonnie turned to me, and we all shared the same thought. Slider is a complete idiot.

“Okay, what the hell?” I exclaimed, throwing my hands up in frustration. “Someone needs to break this down for me.”

“My guess is… the dude is terrified of his feelings,” Bonnie speculated, her brow furrowing in thought.

“Why are so many biker men scared of their feelings?” I wondered aloud, genuinely perplexed.

“Right?” Riley chimed in, her arms crossing defiantly. “They live these badass, dangerous lives, yet can’t admit when they like someone?! It’s insane!”

“Not all of them are like that,” Willow interjected, her tone thoughtful. “Breaker was sweet. I was the one who pulled away. Same with Maddie and Clutch.”

“Oh great, so it’s probably just me then,” Riley muttered, downing the rest of her drink in one go.

“Oh honey, that’s not what I meant!” Willow reassured her. “I know for certain that Slider has feelings for you.”

“No, he doesn’t,” Riley grumbled, her glare directed at her empty glass. “Besides, he’s been sleeping with the club girls. Cherry told me.”

“Did she now…” I murmured, glancing over at the club girl who was currently all over Rubble.

Bonnie erupted into laughter, unable to contain herself.

“Wow, bitch, she’s lying,” she said, her laughter infectious. “I’ve literally seen her hit on Slider every single day, and he’s turned her down rather rudely each time. She’s just trying to get under your skin. Slider is an idiot. And if you want proof… I have a plan.”

“A plan?” Riley perked up, her interest piqued. “What kind of plan?”

“Make him jealous,” Bonnie proposed with a nonchalant shrug. “Dance all over one of the brothers. He’ll stop it and drag you back to your room. Stand your ground. Make him admit he wants something serious with you, or draw a clear line between you two. I’d be surprised if he can hold out through the night, but he might. You just need to stay strong. Either he’ll crack, and you’ll get what you want, or when lockdown’s over, you can leave and never speak to him again.”

Riley contemplated this for a moment, her eyes flickering between me and Evander, who was still behind us. He offered a single nod, and suddenly, Riley was bursting with excitement. Evander loves his brothers, but he’s also my loyal sidekick. We may have been using him as a measure for our ideas, and all I needed was a simple nod or shake of his head.

“Okay, okay, that guy over there is Crash,” Willow said, pointing to a man across the room. “He and Slider have had a bit of beef over the years—bad bets and all that brotherly nonsense. But he’s probably your best option.”

“Slider isn’t even here,” Riley mumbled, her enthusiasm wavering.

“Prospect!” I called out to Evander. “Go fetch Slider.”

“Can’t leave you, babe,” Evander replied casually, his eyes still on me.

I groaned in frustration.

“Hey, Pistol! You owe me a favor!” I called out, catching the attention of a man who froze mid-step, wide-eyed with fear. It’s all thanks to Karma that he’s terrified of me. “Go find Slider. Tell him his girl is dancing all over the brothers.”

“All of them?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Oh my god, this guy…

“Yes! All of them!” Riley shouted, standing up in her excitement.

We all laughed as Riley marched right up to Crash, shoving Trixie, another club girl, out of the way with determination. Pistol dashed off to find Slider, and my attention shifted back to Bonnie.

*So, are we going to talk about Mattia?* I asked slyly, a teasing glint in my eye.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” Bonnie shot back, refusing to meet our gazes.

“No?” Willow pressed, her tone playful. “So, I didn’t see you stumbling out of his bedroom the other morning? You know, the day you caught Slider and Riley having breakfast together?”

My eyebrows shot up in surprise as I exchanged glances with Willow and then Bonnie.

“Okay, so I slept with him! So what?” Bonnie exploded, her cheeks flushing. “He’s cute, funny, interesting, smart, and my god, he’s a huge goofball. It’s unreal! I don’t like him or anything; he’s just fun to be around. He’s amazing in bed, but that was a one-time thing, and I’m not looking for anything more!”

We blinked at her for a moment, processing her words, before Willow turned to me, a smirk on her face.

“I don’t like him or anything,” she mocked Bonnie, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

“He’s just so cute and adorable and amazing,” I chimed in, joining in the teasing as we both burst into laughter.

“Oh, shut up,” Bonnie grumbled, feigning annoyance. “I’m going back to Scotland, you know.”

“Why can’t he go with you?” I asked, genuinely curious.

“H-he has a job and stuff!” she replied, exasperated.

“A job and stuff,” Willow teased, unable to contain her laughter.

“He’s part of a mafia family,” I noted, my tone light. “They’ll find a use for him over there, I’m sure.”

“Okay, slow down,” Bonnie interjected, her voice rising slightly. “He and I just met!”

“Yeah, but when you know, you know,” Willow replied with a casual shrug.

“Besides, it’s not like he’d be throwing his life away,” I added, trying to reassure her. “If things didn’t work out, he could easily come back home.”

“My family is overbearing, and I’m not sure I even want that,” Bonnie admitted, a hint of vulnerability creeping into her voice.

“Scaredy-cat,” I teased, earning a narrowed-eyed glare from Bonnie.

“I’m not… I mean, he’s…” She trailed off, clearly flustered.

“Perfect for you in every way?” I suggested, a knowing smile on my face.

“Completely head over heels for you already?” Willow chimed in, her eyebrows waggling playfully.

“Standing close enough to hear everything would be my guess,” Evander chimed in, causing us all to snap our heads in his direction.

And there was Mattia, smirking as his eyes roamed over Bonnie’s figure, clearly having overheard our conversation. Thank goodness for that, because Bonnie is far too stubborn for her own good. I’ve also caught wind of Mattia asking Isla about their family’s origins in Scotland, and I have a strong feeling he’s planning to “pop up” there shortly after Bonnie leaves.

“Hey Bunny,” Mattia greeted as he slid into the chair next to Bonnie, a playful glint in his eye.

“It’s Bonnie!” she snapped back, her irritation evident.

“I know,” he replied smoothly, his tone casual as he smiled at her like she was the center of his universe.

Suddenly, I felt Evander’s breath against the back of my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.

“CG wants you to come back to the house,” he informed me, his voice low and inviting.

“Now? Both of us?” I asked, my heart racing with excitement.

“He just texted and said to bring you to him,” he replied, standing up and extending his hand toward me. “Come on, Dimples.”

A radiant smile spread across my face as I allowed him to pull me to my feet. I could sense the subtle shifts in my relationship with CG and Evander; things were slowly progressing. It’s in the small gestures, like how CG practically bullied Evander into calling me Dimples again. I say bullied because he was quite the jerk about it, but it was still a step forward—a step that whispered promises of deeper connections.

And with any luck, tonight would be another step in the right direction.

As the laughter and camaraderie enveloped the barroom, Blythe found herself standing at the intersection of uncertainty and hope. The tension surrounding Karma’s secrets lingered like a shadow, yet it was the warmth of her friends and the promise of new beginnings that filled her with a sense of belonging. Each playful jab and shared moment of vulnerability among the women served as a reminder that love, in all its chaotic forms, was worth the risk. With Riley’s bold plan to make Slider confront his feelings, and Bonnie’s unexpected connection with Mattia, it was clear that the complexities of their relationships were beginning to unravel in ways they had longed for. Blythe’s heart swelled with anticipation, knowing that the night held the potential for revelations and connections that could change everything.

As Evander’s hand clasped hers, pulling her toward CG, Blythe felt a surge of excitement coursing through her veins. The subtle shifts in her relationships were not merely signs of progress; they were affirmations of the love and loyalty that bound them together. With each step, she embraced the possibilities that lay ahead, ready to confront the challenges that came with the territory of loving possessive riders. The laughter faded into the background, replaced by the steady rhythm of her heart, echoing the truth that love, with all its complexities, was a journey worth embarking on. In that moment, Blythe understood that she was not just a spectator in this world but a vital part of its unfolding story, and she was ready to embrace whatever came next.

**What to Expect in Next Chapter?**

As the night unfolds in the barroom, the tension between Riley and Slider is bound to reach a boiling point, especially with Bonnie’s mischievous plan to make him jealous in full swing. With the stakes raised, readers can anticipate a whirlwind of emotions as Riley navigates the complexities of her feelings for Slider while trying to assert her independence. Will Slider finally confront his fears and admit his true feelings, or will he retreat further into his icy shell, leaving Riley questioning everything? The countdown to their inevitable confrontation promises to be both thrilling and heart-wrenching.

Meanwhile, the simmering chemistry between Blythe and Karma is set to intensify. With Karma’s secret still lurking in the shadows, Blythe’s determination to uncover the truth will lead her down a path filled with unexpected revelations. The dynamic between the two characters is poised to shift as they face external pressures and internal struggles. Will Blythe’s persistence finally break through Karma’s walls, or will the secrets he harbors drive a wedge between them? As the night progresses, the tension will build, leading to a climactic moment that could change everything for both couples.

And let’s not forget about Bonnie and Mattia! Their playful banter hints at a deeper connection that could blossom into something more as the night unfolds. With Bonnie’s reluctance to admit her feelings and Mattia’s charming persistence, readers will be left on the edge of their seats, eager to see if Bonnie can let her guard down and embrace the unexpected. The intertwining stories of love, jealousy, and self-discovery set the stage for an electrifying next chapter that promises to keep readers guessing and yearning for more.

Sara Lili

Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.