by K. T Fisher
Karma
Kings of Rebellion MC
K.T Fisher
Karma (Kings of Rebellion #1)
Copyright @2015 Kellie Fisher
Cover art @2015: Louisa Maggio @ LM Creations
Edited by Fran Owen and CJ Fling from TSRBR Promotions
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to any actual persons living or dead, businesses and events or locales are entirely coincidental. This book also has some strong scenes that may cause offence. This isn’t your typical romance.
Contents
Karma (Kings of Rebellion #1)
Acknowledgements
Prologue
Chapter 1 A few months later
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Epilogue
Acknowledgements
I am really excited for everyone to read Karma! I worked so hard to write this book. I knew what characters I wanted and I had to work for them to be born through Karma. I’m more of a romantic and thought that I was ready to delve into my twisted and dark side of my mind, so I hope I did myself proud and made a great read for you. I knew I wanted a biker book, but I also wanted it to be a little different.
I want to take this time to thank every single person who took the time to share anything to do with Karma and the rest of my books. Speaking of which, Francessca Webster, my amazing P.A works wonders for me and I don’t know where I would be without her. I LOVE YOU FRANCESSCA!
Thank you to the members of my amazing street team, my book club and all fan groups. You guys make what I do so much more fun!
Thank you to Louisa for making me a kick ass cover and to Fran Owen and CJ Fling from TSRBR Promotions for editing Karma. You did an amazing job.
Prologue
This morning I woke to an unexpected email. I didn’t know the girl who had sent it, but she tells me her name is Sophie and that she’s a friend of my sisters who lives back home in England. I’ve been thinking about it all day at work, and now that I’m home again and I can’t stop reading it over and over.
Hi Lauren, you don’t know me, but my name is Sophie and I am a friend of your sisters. I hope you don’t mind but I got your email from your cousin Tilly. As you must know, it is Maisy’s birthday soon and we are throwing her a party and I was wondering if you wanted to come and visit? We know that Maisy would love to see you, and it should be fun! Let me know if you are interested and we can talk. Hope to see you soon, Sophie x
Just from this email I can tell that this friend of my sister’s is one of those girls who loves life and is always happy. I don’t like those girls. They irritate the fuck out of me. As I read it over again I laugh when I get to the part Sophie writes, ‘We know that your sister would love to see you’ because I know for a fact that me turning up at her party would be the last thing that she would want. Maisy is my big sister and she can’t stand the sight of me, she hates me with a passion and I don’t blame her at all because I created her hate for me. I’m not perfect and I am definitely a shit sister. Fuck I almost feel sorry for her that she’s stuck with me, but because I love to fuck her around I don’t really care what she thinks of me. I’m a bitch and I own it. I wear that label with pride and smile at the bitches who love to hate me. Thinking of how much my sister hates me slightly tempts me to go to this party of hers but to be honest I can’t be bothered. Every time I visit home I'm constantly reminded why I left in the first place. I hate home, my parents are so fucking fake, and like to put on a show that we are the picture perfect family when we are far from it. Maisy loves to remind me of every single time I fucked her over, or shall I say fucked her boyfriends because that's more accurate. She gets so angry every time she brings it up when she should be thanking me. I revealed those boys for exactly what they are, I saw the way they looked at me and had to have a taste. Even her friends' boyfriends were not off limits to me. Like I said before, I'm not perfect and I don’t wish to be. I see an opportunity and I take it.
I’m interrupted by the ringing of my phone and grin when I see who it is.
“Well hello there stranger.” I purr into the phone.
“Hey Lauren.” He laughs. “Brad and I were wondering if you wanted to catch up tonight?”
My smile widens. By catching up, he really means hooking up. Tyler and Brad are friends of my boyfriend. Yes, it may shock you to hear that I have a boyfriend, but it’s the truth. He’s handsome and rich and we have amazing sex, but he’s been a little distant lately which makes this decision easy. It’s not like I haven’t had sex with Tyler before.
“Sure, I could use a good catch up.” I tease.
Honestly they can’t be true friends of Andrews because they wouldn’t be screwing with his girlfriend behind his back. The same could be said about me, but that’s a whole different matter. We agree to meet at my house because I want them to come to me. After all, they called me. While I wait, I jump in the shower to get ready for my steamy afternoon and my body quivers with anticipation.
I don’t have to wait long until there’s a knock on my door and when I answer I get the reaction I was looking for.
“Shit, Lauren.” Tyler whistles as he walks inside.
“Be better if you were naked already.” Brad adds as he slaps my ass.
I close the front door and spin to face them. “You’re telling me you don’t like what you see?”
I point at the royal blue matching bra and thong set with suspenders I am wearing and Brad bites down on his lip. “Of course I fucking like it babe, but I want you naked.”
Tyler holds out his hand and guides me to my room, because of course he has been here before. These two men give me the attention I crave. They kiss and lick where it’s needed and before I know it I’m
lying on my hands and knees, in the middle of my bed completely naked. I have Tyler’s cock pumping into my mouth as Brad fucks me from behind. I moan with a mouthful of Tyler and he groans from the vibration. Brad growls as his balls slap me when he starts to pound into me even harder.
As I begin to scream from my climax, I hear a noise in the living room but all I want is to come. My body wants to unravel but suddenly Tyler’s cock is out of my mouth. I snap open my eyes and see him jumping from the bed, but Brad is still pounding into me.
“What the fuck?” I hear from the doorway.
Brad stops his movements and I watch as Andrew punches him to the floor. I gasp from the shock. Andrew isn’t an angry guy but the look on his face now is scary. Brad groans on the floor and Andrew kicks into his side as I shout for him to stop. I scrunch the sheets in front of me to give me at least a little dignity and Andrew starts to now land his punches into Tyler.
“Andrew!” I scream but he doesn’t listen to me. I get up from the bed, still covering myself up with the sheet now wrapped around me, I reach out for Andrew’s arm and at my touch he glares at me and throws me back down on the bed. After the initial shock, I continue to shout and watch in horror as Andrew beats them both, they don’t stand a chance! I would have thought two men against one would be cruel, but Andrew is completely wild as he over powers them both. Andrew has gone fucking crazy! I’ve never seen him act like this. “Andrew, please!”
He finally stops and turns to look at me, the blue eyes I used to love so much are now cold. Blood covers his knuckles and I try my best not to look down at his former friends lying on the floor.
“What’s the matter?” He asks. “Don’t want me to hurt your boyfriends?”
“It’s not like that.” I protest.
“No?” He takes a step towards me and I scoot back on the bed. “Tell me Lauren, what is this then?”
I look down at the men on the floor and flinch when I see the state they are in. I can’t see their facial features, blood is everywhere from neck to hair.
“I don’t know” I panic. “It’s just sex, it meant nothing.”
He laughs and it’s not just a comical laugh, he’s full on laughing and this makes me terrified. “Oh darling, if I knew you loved being a whore so much I would have introduced you to my uncle!”
“Your uncle?” I ask a little confused.
Brad stirs and Andrew lifts his legs to kick him but I scream for him to stop. “Andrew, stop please!”
He slowly lowers his leg and walks over to me and I begin to cry. I don’t know this man at all. He isn’t my Andrew, the man I have been seeing for a few months now. He’s a complete stranger to me. Andrew leans down, and grabs my head forcing his lips on mine. I smack at him to stop and try to pull away but it’s no use, Andrew is a big man and my efforts are useless. I scream as he spreads my legs and begins to unzip his jeans. This is not happening!
“Stop!” Tyler yells from the floor. “I’m calling the police!”
At hearing that, Andrew stops and looks down at Tyler. When he sees the active call on the screen he gets up and throws the phone against the wall. After a few hard kicks in Tyler’s side, he then turns to me and gives me a healthy slap across the face. He smacks me so hard I scream from the sting.
“You’re a filthy little whore. I thought I could trust you, but you’re just like every other bitch with a pussy!” I flinch from the venom I hear in his words. He points down to Brad and Tyler looking up at us from the floor. “This is on you, Lauren. You better be careful.” He threatens before quickly leaving.
After he exits my bedroom, I slowly follow him down and lock the door behind him. Then as fast as I can, with my bed sheet wrapped around me, I run back up to check on the guys. I find then slowly sitting up, grimacing from the pain.
“Oh god! I’m so sorry!” I kneel down beside them.
“No, this isn’t your fault.” Tyler assures me.
“Fucking idiot has been getting too close to that criminal uncle of his.” Brad adds.
Tyler shakes his head. “That man is bad news.”
“I don’t know who he is.” I reply. I’ve never met his family.
They both look at me and I see the worry in their eyes. “You need to stay away from him.” Tyler advises.
I nod, that is pretty obvious. “You two need to go to the hospital.” They shake their heads and are adamant that they will not go. “When will the police get here?”
Tyler slowly stands and Brad follows. “They’re not.” He answers.
“But you said you rang them.” I look between them, scared and confused.
“I lied.” Tyler replies. “If I hadn’t he would have raped you.”
“If we would have rang the police, we wouldn’t live to tell the tale.” Brad grimaces as he walks out of my room.
“What?” I ask. This is all sounding ridiculous.
“Look Lauren, Andrew isn’t a good guy. He was a good guy, before he started hanging around with his uncle.” He places a hand on my shoulder.” If I were you, I’d get away for a little bit.”
“Or forever,” Brads adds as he walks down the stairs.
I follow them both, all three of us quiet. As soon as they are gone, I have a minute to myself on the sofa. A noise from outside the door makes me jump and I make a quick decision. I run back to my room and pack a suitcase as quickly as I can. I will reply to my sister’s friend once I get to the airport because I am going back home.
Chapter 1
A few months later
I sigh as the plane hits American soil and walk off with regret. As usual I can’t help myself where Maisy is concerned and fuck everything up. I actually wanted to stay in England this time because even though I treat my sister like shit, I do love her and my parents, of course I do. Plus there’s the added worry of Andrew while I’ve been away. Between him and returning to my childhood home, I didn’t want to come back here, but I caused a lot of shit for my sister. Fuck, I nearly killed her and risked her relationship with her boyfriend Max, who is a gorgeous rock star. I just couldn’t resist. However, unlike the other men in her life, Max was different and wasn’t interested in me. I could see he loved my sister and it turned into a game for me. My parents finally saw me for what I am and literally threw me onto the next plane back to America. Now here I am shit scared Andrew will come looking for me. If my family knew why I ran home in the first place rather than thinking I came home to spoil Maisy’s birthday, they probably wouldn’t have been so harsh but here I am. Might as well suck it up and live the life that I have dealt myself.
I don’t know why I ruin everything and hurt the people I love. They think I’m a bitch so why not be the bitch they think I am? I’m not completely heartless, I love my family but when certain situations appear I like to challenge them. I do love Maisy. She’s my big sister so of course I fucking love her. I shouldn’t have said what I did and then go after her man like I did. The sick part, is that I didn’t even want her man, Max. I just saw how Maisy looked at him and decided to wedge myself in there. As usual, I see an opportunity to be a bitch and cherish it.
My mother was pissed and I saw how she looked at me when she dragged me to the airport. I saw the disappointment in my father’s eyes and chose not to argue my case. After the pain I caused Maisy, I deserved to go. Even though, I was being thrown back into a pair of dangerous arms.
I’m honestly a little scared to be back here, the thought of Andrew and the look on his face sends shivers through me. Hell, I’m really fucking scared to be exact. If I was smart I would have sold my small house, and started somewhere new and be as far away from Andrew as possible. I should have asked for Maisy’s help actually, after all she does work in the property market.
I do my best to hold my head high as I walk through the airport and try not to look like I’m a scared little girl, even if I am terrified inside. For all I know Andrew could be here with his criminal uncle, waiting for my return. I never knew that side of Andrew, I thought h
e was normal. You know the standard guy and nothing out of the ordinary, but how wrong was I. When I saw the look in his eyes, I knew I had made an error of judgement. I don’t even know a single member of his family for fuck’s sake! How weird is that?
I’ve been rethinking Andrew’s last words to me. Not just his warning to be careful, but when he hinted that he should have introduced me to his uncle, that got me worried. Why would his uncle have an interest in me and what has that got to do with me sleeping with Tyler and Brad? Speaking of which, maybe I should check up on them and see how they are.
When I leave the airport, I break out in nerves at the thought of going home. Instead of jumping right into a taxi, I decide to grab a seat and settle my nerves first. I reach in my bag and finally turn my phone on. I’ve had it off while I’ve been in the UK because I have a separate one I use when I am at home and when I do turn it on, I soon regret it. Message after message alerts and they’re all from Andrew. There are even some missed calls and voicemails which I deleted. I do not need to listen to those. There’s also some texts with pictures attached which I also decide to not open, I’m scared of what they will show and decide not knowing is better for me right now.
“Need a ride home, darling?” I hear from the road beside me. I look up from my phone and see a man in a taxi, leaning out his window and smiling over at me.
I drop my phone back into my handbag and decide it’s time. I need to go home and then I’ll go to the nearest housing rental place to find me a new home I can rent while I sell my house. I don’t feel safe in that house any longer. Maybe it’s a good idea to get out of this country all together? I could go back to the UK, live in London and still be a fashion blogger. I could try and fix things between Maisy and me, be a better sister. I would at least like to try.
Making my decision, I get up and smile at the taxi driver. “That would be lovely.”
He helps me with my bags and after giving him my address, we drive. I look into selling my house on the way and by the time we have pulled up in front of my home, I have made up my mind. I want to move back to England even if my family won’t take me back it’s better than feeling scared and alone here.
