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Or his twin.
Everly took a couple of steps towards me. Nobody noticed. Of course, they wouldn’t. She smiled smugly as she crossed her arms.
“Wow, you finally came crawling back,” she sneered quietly enough that nobody else heard. “Seconds back here and already nobody wants you. Maybe you should just leave.”
A huge grin spread across my face, making Everly’s smile falter.
“Oh my god! Ev! You’re so right!” I said loudly, faking the nice note in my voice. “I should totally just leave, since nobody wants me here. Thank you! Bye now!”
I turned on my heel, but Karma stepped in my way. I sighed, feeling defeated. On cue, Everly rushed to Karma’s side, clinging to him and starting the waterworks.
“All I said was how happy I was for her to be back!” She blubbered. “I don’t know what she’s-“
“Oh, save it!” I cut her off. Everly was taken aback. I had never talked back or stood up for myself before. She clearly wasn’t expecting me to have changed at all.
“Don’t talk to my sister like that!” Evander snapped at me.
I whirled around faster than anyone was expecting, and glared at Evander.
“I’ll talk to your lying whore of a sister, however the fuck I want,” I spat, and the room fell awkwardly silent. “I’ll talk to all of you however the fuck I want! Ya know what? As a matter of fact,” I said as I set Butter down on the floor and climbed onto the bar, standing on top of it until everyone was looking at me. “This goes for every single one of you. I did not want to come here. I was dragged back, and I’m not happy about it. Those of you who used to know me… well, I’m not the same Blythe anymore. I want nothing to do with of you, but if you insist on bothering me, then you get to meet the new Blythe.” Then I looked right at Everly. “And the new Blythe doesn’t give a flying fuck who likes her and who doesn’t. This is your only warning… I fight back now. Tread carefully.”
With that, I jumped down from the bar and grabbed Butter. Then I looked up at Karma, who was staring at me with no emotion. I couldn’t look at anyone else. I didn’t even want to look at him.
“Take me to my room,” I demanded. “Or I’ll find somewhere to sleep outside.”
Evander/Havoc’s P.O.V.
“Take me to my room, or I’ll find somewhere to sleep outside.”
My eyebrows were well past my hairline. The audacity of this girl. The fucking sheer audacity. She fucking turns up here after everything that happened?
How stupid can she be?
And the way that she fucking snapped at Everly and then me? That’s not like Blythe. Not the one I used to know. Or maybe it was. Maybe that was the side that Ev always told us about. The side that Blythe hid.
At least she’s not being fake anymore I guess.
Just what the hell is she even doing back here? She said it was against her will. Did C.G. find her? Did Karma and Psycho bring her back? I find it hard to believe Psycho willingly left the clubhouse knowing they were going to go get her.
Fuck, Blythe looks so different. She’s still so small, but with more curves. I’m not sure if that’s because she looks thinner, or if she really did just get curvier. Her jet-black hair was a mess on top of her head, her cobalt eyes were still as entrancing as ever, but there was something else in them. Deep anger and exhaustion.
There were dark circles under her eyes too. She was the palest person I’d ever met in my life and that hadn’t changed, but now it was different. Before, she used to radiate with health. Now she just seems… dull. Like the life has been drained out of her. I hated how much I missed those dimples when they showed as she spoke.
Blythe was clinging to a cat-carrier and I couldn’t believe Karma let her bring a fucking cat along with her. Of course, she gets everything she wants. She’s fucking Blythe Lyra Owens. Hell, there was a time that I’d have given her the world too, but…
Fuck! I thought she was married now. I thought she was living some fairy-tale life. I thought she forgot all about us. Just like I wanted her to.
“Follow me,” Karma finally replied to Blythe after a moment.
Everly scoffed as Karma pulled his arm out of her hold.
“You’re just going to let her talk to you like that?” She asked incredulously.
“Ev,” I warned her.
“What?” She replied, clearly not giving a fuck. “She just bossed him around and insulted the whole club!”
“I didn’t insult the club,” Blythe bit out, narrowing her eyes at Everly. “I actually like the club. It’s the bunch of you assholes that I don’t like. All I said was that I didn’t want to come back here, so don’t bother me. So, if you feel insulted Everly, that sounds a lot like your problem. Karma can handle me how he sees fit. For someone talking about disrespect, you sure are doing a good job of that by questioning the prez in front of everyone.”
Everly’s face turned red as she glared at Blythe. Karma shoved Blythe in the direction he wanted her to go before the two of them could start cat-fighting. I was kind of shocked by the whole situation. Everly seemed angry about what Blythe said, but normally, she cries a damn river about that kind of stuff. My twin is too kind-hearted and timid to be a fighter. She might get around and act desperate for Karma, but she’s not a mean or violent person.
“Ha!” Everly’s laugh rang out, bringing me back from my thoughts. “You’re taking her to the hall the sweet tarts stay in? Wow, no wonder why your back Bly. You needed a job, huh? Your hubby get sick of you and dump your ass?”
C.G. stiffened next to me.
“You fucking told her about Blythe?” He hissed at me.
“She’s my twin, I can tell her whatever I want,” I hissed back.
“Hope all of you guys are looking!” Everly shouted, making a scene. “This is the new club whore! Take a good look boys! Sure, she looks rough, but she’s still gotta be good for something, right?”
Many of the club whores and the guys laughed along with my twin.
“She does look like a wreck,” a sweet tart said.
“Nobody wants to bang a hobo, Prez!” a member shouted.
“Maybe after she showers it won’t be so bad!” another brother joked.
“Please, she looks useless and… a little like a cancer patient, but with hair. I mean, so thin and pasty… ew.”
Another bimbo added.
And what did the rest of us do? Stood there and listened. Watched Blythe to see what she would do.
Much to my surprise, she wasn’t crying. In fact, she looked back at the crowd and Everly and raised a brow at them.
“Thank fucking god!” She groaned dramatically before looking at Karma. “I really thought I was in deep sh.it there, and I’d have to actually sleep with someone. Thankfully, I don’t have to worry about any of that now. Wonderful! Can I go to my room now?”
Ev and I stared at her dumbfounded. I looked at C.G. as Karma and Blythe disappeared down the hallway. He was smirking, looking amused as hell as he watched them. The moment he was sure they were far enough away, he turned to me with a hard look before looking at the rest of the club.
“All of you listen to me very carefully,” he shouted, and they did because C.G. rarely ever talks, let alone address the club as a whole. “I don’t want to hear any of you say a fucking thing about Blythe again. Leave her the fuck alone unless you plan to befriend her, and I mean only friends. Got it?” Without waiting for anyone to respond, he looked down at Ev, giving her a pointed look. “And none of you better fucking bully her one bit while she’s here. You don’t like her, stay away from her. This is your only fucking warning.”
