Karma (Kings of Rebellion MC Book 1)

by K. T Fisher

  Without a thought I stand but Laura takes my hand. “You prepared for what might happen if you go over there?” She asks.

  I look back to the sight and my blood boils. “Yep.”

  She smiles and so do the rest of them. “Well, we have your back, darling.”

  With a smug smile, I walk over with purpose. Baby is the first to notice me and smiles, nudging Devlin beside him. I give them a wink and stand behind Dyson and I almost gag at how much perfume she’s got on.

  “Excuse me?” I ask. I was thinking I’d at least try to be polite first so I can say I tried.

  All the men stop talking and look at me as Dyson turns to face me. She chews slowly on her gum and looks me up and down like I’m shit on her shoes. She says nothing and turns back around. Well, I tried.

  I give Brandon a smile from behind her back and he gives me a simple nod of the head. He knows what I’m about to do and gave me permission whether I needed it or not. I was going to do this anyway, because the bitch is getting on my damn nerves.

  I reach for her hair and grab a handful of it pulling her head back hard. She yelps in pain and grabs onto her head, I keep on pulling so she lands on the floor on her ass. I look down at her, ignoring the fact that I have a full view between her legs. Fuck sake!

  “I tried being nice but I ain’t trying anymore.” I lean down into her face. “Fuck off.”

  She glares up at me in anger. “You can’t tell me what to do!”

  “She sure can!” Shouts Laura from her seat. All the girls stand staring down at Dyson, showing her I’m not alone. I get now that in this life you can’t appear weak because people will walk all over you. It’s time I let a little of my old self show through, because I am not letting a bitch walk all over me.

  “Old Ladies are above whores Dyson,” Brandon says as he wraps an arm around me. “You should know that.”

  I stare up at him, shocked at his words. Is he just saying that for my sake, or is he being serious? I have a feeling it’s the second. I look around and everyone is surprised at his words, just like me. We haven’t even spoken about this yet. Surely we would need to talk about this! Isn’t this the equivalent to marriage to normal people?

  Dyson gets up and storms away, not looking very happy but nobody pays her any attention. Laura runs over to us, grabbing us in a joint cuddle but I’m too shocked to move.

  “Try to smile.” Brandon whispers into my ear and I snap out of it.

  “You can’t blame me.” I snap. “I can’t believe you threw that out there!”

  Brandon leads me away to talk in private. “I’ve been thinking of asking you, but that seemed the perfect time to let her know her place.” He pulls me close against him. “You wanna be my Old Lady, right?”

  He nibbles on my neck and I can’t help but groan. “That’s not fair.”

  He laughs. “I never said I don’t play dirty.”

  I scrape my fingers through his hair and moan. “I think you should be punished.”

  He quickly looks up at me. “What for?”

  “Surprising me.” I smile. “Does this mean we get a party tonight?”

  I know that once a man gets his Old Lady there’s a party for them. I’m not expecting anything seeing as we’re on lockdown and everything, but it would be nice.

  “Nothing big, but I think we could get a few drinks.” He agrees.

  “Good.” I give him a kiss and walk off towards my room. Brandon starts to follow like a lost puppy but I turn and stop him. “No, you stay here. I’ll see you later.”

  ***

  “Holy shit Lauren, you look hot!” Drew squeals as I give them a turn.

  I knew I had this dress somewhere. I brought it to the UK when I visited Maisy for her birthday, but didn’t bother unpacking it when we arrived here. It shows way too much skin and I’m only just confident enough to wear it right now, but Brandon needs some teasing for what he did today.

  It’s a short dress in royal blue that shows a lot of everything. That means cleavage, legs and ass! It’s perfect. When I look at my reflection, I have a sense of déjà vu about my sister. The last time I wore this I was with her, and a wave of sadness overcomes me. I’ve been thinking a lot about her recently, I want all this shit to be over so I can see her again. I’ve been wondering if I could sneak a phone call to her, but even that is risky. I don’t want to put her in any danger at all. I would hate myself if anything did happen. I’ve done enough to her as it is.

  “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me!” Natasha slaps my arm.

  “I didn’t know myself.” I slap her back.

  I’ve told them over and over that I didn’t know. They just don’t see Brandon like that, thinking about it all himself. I really had no clue.

  When all four of us are ready, we walk out into the main club room and I smile when I see everyone finally relaxing a little. I spot Brandon at the bar and walk over, smiling to myself when I try to imagine his reaction to this dress. I stand beside him, but he doesn’t notice me at first and I can’t blame him. I haven’t looked like this since I arrived here. I look like the old and confident Lauren.

  He does a double take on me and steps back in shock. “Fuck, Lauren!” He scoops me up in his arms, groaning into my neck. “You’re going to kill me.”

  I can’t help but laugh. “I need a drink.”

  “Erm, no.” he steps in. “I need you naked now.”

  “No.” I shake my finger in his face. “I said you need punishing.”

  “Yeah and I’ve had enough of that.” He rubs his hard erection against the thin material of my dress. “You can punish me in other ways.”

  I become excited at his words thinking about exactly what I can do, but I need to play the game.

  “I need a drink.” I repeat.

  “Damn bro, if you won’t get her a drink, I will!” Baby appears and looks at me in shock. “Shit, Lauren!”

  I laugh but Brandon doesn’t look happy. He orders me a drink from the prospect behind the bar, and glares at his brother as he pulls me closer.

  “Eyes to yourself,” He demands and Baby just laughs.

  “Chill, bro! She’s my sister now.” Baby gives me a wink. “My hot sister, which I can dream about without it being weird.”

  I burst out in laughter but Brandon punches him in the arm. Baby gets the hint and goes, leaving us alone as I drink. I make sure to make it last me a while and I have to hold in my laughter. I can feel Brandon’s eyes burning into me.

  “You’re fucking killing me here, babe.” He moans. “You look good enough to eat.”

  I turn towards him, my drink long forgotten about. “Really?”

  “Damn fucking right.” He growls. “I need to have a taste.”

  Without warning he picks me up like a cradled baby so nobody gets an eyeful of my ass, and carrries me away.

  Chapter 48

  Brandon slowly strips me of my dress, admiring me as I lay on his bed in just my underwear. Under his gaze, I feel like the sexiest woman alive. I look down at my own body, and see the ugly scars Demon has left behind and cover them with my hands.

  “Don’t.” Brandon stops me, removing my hands from my stomach and leans over me. He starts to kiss my scars, washing away the horrors behind them. It’s such a sweet gesture and tears roll down my face, hitting the bed beneath me.

  Brandon’s fingers twist into my thong, slowly pulling it down and continuing to kiss as he goes. I take in a deep breath as he kisses the top of my mound, going lower and lower. Brandon opens my legs and at the same time swipes his tongue across the whole of my pussy, slowly and tortuously.

  He has me twitching and moaning in seconds, begging him for more. He doesn’t give me what I want, but instead he continues to pleasure me with only this tongue. I don’t want to cum yet, but Brandon will not stop.

  “Brandon,” I moan. “I don’t want to cum yet.”

  “Cum.” He demands, adding a finger inside of me as he licks my clit.

  My mouth op
ens silently as I orgasm all over his mouth and when I’ve returned back to him from my high, he’s looking down at me with such passion I want him all over again.

  “Please.” I beg him.

  Brandon rubs his hard cock over the top of my wet pussy. He’s still wearing his jeans so it’s extra hard from the denim.

  “You sure?” He asks me.

  “Yes.” I answer on a moan.

  Brandon nods, and slowly gets up. I watch him as he strips, then slides on a condom and I become very excited. I can’t contain myself and I begin to bite down on my lip, groaning from the sexy sight in front of me. Brandon is seriously a gorgeous man and I can’t believe I have him.

  He crawls back on top of me, kissing his way up my body to my mouth and he removes my bra. When he catches sight of my hard nipple, he gives them the attention they crave. At the same time I feel the head of his ready cock at my waiting pussy and I thrust against it. Getting the friction that I want and Brandon pulls away, giving me an amused look.

  “Naughty.” He teases me.

  “Brandon.” I beg. “Please.”

  He takes pity on me, and gives me a kiss that’s worth dying for. I’m swept away and when Brandon’s cock touches me again I moan into his mouth. Ever so gently, he thrusts into me and stretches me wonderfully. Brandon teases even further, going slowly as he sinks into me.

  He’s so gentle with me and Brandon doesn’t strike me as a gentle loving kind of guy in the bedroom. With me however, he is and he thrusts again and again as he takes care of me. With every moan from me he answers with his own noise of passion.

  “Faster,” I beg. At my request he speeds up and I automatically wrap my legs around him. This makes him sink deeper and my eyes roll, it feels so good.

  “You feel so fucking good, babe.” He groans in a deep and sexy tone.

  “Deeper.” I groan.

  “Demanding much.” He growls, thrusting deeper inside. Fuck me he feels so fucking good!

  Is it weird that I start to cry? I feel so emotional and Brandon is doing everything so right for me. He’s looking after me, going slow and waiting for me to tell him what to do next. I guess if I told anyone about this, they wouldn’t believe me because to everyone else, he’s Grim. To me he is Brandon and right now that’s all I need.

  Brandon watches my tears and I reassure him with a smile, lifting my legs higher and letting him go just that bit deeper. When he hits the spot there’s no going back, I scream and dig my nails into him. Letting me go faster and harder to chase our own separate release.

  After, I lay in his arms completely happy and relaxed.

  “Do we have to go back to the party?” I ask.

  “No.” He laughs. “I wouldn’t let you anyway.”

  “Oh really?” I giggle and he holds me down playfully.

  “Damn straight. You aren’t getting away from me yet, Lauren.” He leans down to kiss me. “I haven’t ever felt like this before.”

  His words make me pause. “Like what?” I dare to ask him.

  He takes a deep breathe, leaning back from me so I have a better view of him. The sheet hugs around his waist so I can still see his glorious abs and tattoos.

  “Lauren, I don’t think it will come as a shock to find out that I’ve never loved a woman.” He begins.

  “Not even your mother and sister?” I joke.

  He at least smiles. “Apart from them, I’ve never loved a woman, Lauren. I don’t even know what it feels like, but I think I am with you.”

  His words leave me speechless and I hold back the tears. I know we haven’t known each other for that long, but I can’t help what I feel and it seems neither can Brandon.

  Brandon places his hand on my cheek, smoothing away tears I didn’t realize had fallen. “I think I’m falling in love with you, babe.”

  “That’s good.” I smile. “Because, I’ve already fallen.”

  At that he grabs me in a hug and we both laugh at each other.

  Chapter 49

  After having the best morning ever and a replay of last night, I’m left in the best and happiest mood I’ve been in for a long time. Brandon and I made sure to have round two, before he had to leave for a meeting with Franky.

  However, after I’m showered and dressed my good mood is ruined when I bump into the lovely Dyson and her bunch of followers.

  “Well, if it isn’t Grim’s Old Lady.” She smirks.

  “Well, if it isn’t the clubs very own bike.” I answer back with an even bigger smirk.

  I roll my eyes, “Stop talking your shit.”

  I carry on walking when her words stop me.

  “Oh shut up bitch, I don’t even know why you’re here. So what you saved the biker brat!” Her words piss me off. How dare she fucking talk about Elise like that!

  “Watch your mouth, whore!” I snap.

  Dyson laughs. “You won’t be here for long anyway, the Devil’s will find you soon.”

  Her smug face and words make a chill run through my spine. “How do you know that?”

  She laughs again. “It’s obvious! You don’t mean anything to the club, Franky gets word that The Devil’s are looking for you and what does he do? He lets you out!” She laughs louder. “Fucking hilarious.”

  “Shut the fuck up!” I roar.

  “I wouldn’t make an enemy out of me, Lauren.” She steps closer, trying to challenge me.

  I don’t move at all. “And why is that?”

  “Because the Devil’s want you, and from what I hear they always get what they want.”

  “Well they won’t get me.” I answer confidently.

  “Maybe,” she shrugs. “But they might need some help.”

  She smiles wide at me and I shove her hard. Her back hits the wall with a loud thud and her smile turns to a glare.

  “You better watch your back because I can see to it personally that you’re gone!” She begins to stomp away with her minions, but I pull her back and land a satisfying punch on her face. She reaches out to try and scratch at my eyes and pull my hair, but I slap her and then punch her down to the floor. I’m just about to land a few kicks into her side when I’m pulled back.

  “Calm down.” I hear Devlin as he holds me. “Dyson, get the fuck out of here!”

  She quietly gets up and disappears. “You shouldn’t have done that.”

  “Why not?” He asks.

  “She needed her ass kicking.” I shout after her.

  Devlin just laughs. “I think you’re going to fit right in around here.”

  When we walk into the garden I spot Brandon, but before I have a chance to say anything to him Devlin snitches on me. Brandon doesn’t look too pleased, but when I tell him why we were having a fight in the first place he gets really angry and storms inside to find her.

  I sit on the bench and wait for him, thinking over in my head what he will say to her. Will she be ordered away? I really hope so.

  While eating dinner later that day, Brandon tells me what he told Dyson and I must admit, I’m not very happy. I want her out of this place and all he gave her was a slap on the wrist.

  “Cheer up, Lauren.” He nudges me. “I can’t just kick her out.”

  “Sure you can.” I add.

  “No, that’s for my dad to decide. I’ve told him what she said, so let’s wait.” He tries to assure me and leans closer to give me a kiss.

  His ringing phone interrupts us and he pulls away with an annoyed grunt. As soon as he answers, I know its Franky and I try to listen in on the conversation.

  “I’ll be right there.” He quickly stands. “I gotta go babe, I’ll find you later.”

  With a quick kiss, he leaves me alone watching him go. That’s how the girls find me and as soon as they sit down, they want the gossip on last night.

  Brandon

  I hated leaving Lauren alone, but as soon as my dad mentioned the words ‘bloody knife’ I had to come and investigate. Especially seeing as my girl is in the middle of all this.

  When I
walk into his office, my club brothers all make way for me to see my dad sitting at his desk and right there in front of him, sitting on the top of his desk is the knife. It’s covered in blood, even the handle. A bag, that I’m guessing it was delivered in, sits under it drenched in blood.

  “Whose blood is that?” I ask him.

  “A letter came with it.” My dad answers. “It says that West is lying in a pool of blood.”

  “What was he doing alone?” I ask, he shouldn’t have been alone.

  “He didn’t tell any of us he was going out. We don’t know, but Duke seems to think it’s the woman he’s fucking.”

  “She has a hold on him VP. As soon as she calls, he runs.” Duke adds.

  “Have we heard from him?” I demand from my president, not just my dad, but all he does is shake his head.

  “He’s not answering his phone.” Devlin tells me. At least someone is thinking!

  “Then we need to head out and find him!” I shout.

  “I’ll come.” Devlin answers and Duke says the same.

  “You don’t know what you’re walking into.” My dad stands from behind his desk. “This could be a trap.”

  “Maybe,” Baby answers. “But one of our own could be dying when we could help him.”

  My dad stares at us all, trying to read what we think. “Get everyone to church, we take a vote.”

  “But he could be dead by then!” I shout.

  “We take a vote!” He demands and we all leave for church, gathering everyone else.

  As I reach the office doors, my dad calls me back. When I reach him he hands me an envelope.

  “You need to look at what’s inside.” He tells me.

  Confused I open it up and I’m almost sick when I see what’s inside. “The fuck is this?” I shout.

  I look down at the photos, sickened by them. There’s about seven altogether and all of them have one of the girls in some sort of punishment. They’re fucking graphic and I hate to look at them. It’s upsetting and angering to see the three girls dirty and bleeding. It’s not fucking right.