Karma (Kings of Rebellion MC Book 1)

by K. T Fisher

  When she begins to softly snore, I slowly take my arm from under her and get dressed. I watch Lauren as I dress, making sure she doesn’t wake. She’s being brave for everyone, but I can see the pain in her eyes. I hate that fucker Demon put it back. I need to pay him a little visit.

  I quietly close the door behind me. I march down the hallway, and when I come to the main room it’s pretty empty. I do see Devlin though, looking at the bottom of an empty pint glass. I carry on walking, but he spots me and quickly stands.

  “Where you going?” He asks me.

  “Stupid question,” I answer.

  Devlin laughs. “Yeah I guess.”

  He continues following me, probably worried what I will do. He should be. When I get to the warehouse door, Scrappy is standing in front of the door. He sighs heavily when he sees me coming.

  “Grim, what are you doing here man?” He asks.

  “Move aside.” I order.

  Scrappy shakes his head. “You really wanna do this?”

  I look at him like he’s fucking stupid. “Are you mad? Of course I wanna fucking do this!” I shout. “He fucking tortured my woman, did you forget that?”

  Scrappy clenches his jaw and shakes his head. “I know, but Franky said to not let you in.”

  “Really?” I ask. “Well I say fuck that.”

  I push pass him and Scrappy goes to fight me but Devlin stops him. “Let him, man.” He demands.

  Scrappy groans. “Fine, but I only wanted to stop you because of your dad.” He points to me. “I want the dick head dead for what he did to your Old Lady. Lauren is a good chick.”

  I let the fact go that he called Lauren a ‘good chick’ and open the door to the warehouse. Scrappy’s a good guy and a great club member, but for some unknown reason, we get on each other’s nerves. It’s been like that since we were kids.

  I enter the warehouse and the smell of blood hits me. We’ve already had play time with him this morning. Lauren thought I was talking business with my dad, but really I was in here taking out my anger on Demon. The piece of fucking shit didn’t make a single noise and if I didn’t hate him so fucking much I would respect the guy. But he hurt my woman, my cousin and Natasha who has become a close friend and I want revenge for them. I’m itching to end his life, but I want to drag it out as much as possible. He caused the girls months of hell, even after we saved them they were suffering from the scars he left. I fucking hate him!

  Then I see him, tied to a chair with his head hanging low. By the heavy breathing he’s either sleeping or passed out. By the fresh blood surrounding him, he looks passed out.

  “Has someone else been in here?” I ask Scrappy.

  “Natasha.” Scrappy answered and I spin around in shock. I’m about to ask why, but Devlin suddenly steps in.

  “What the fuck?” He asks. “Why did you let her do that?”

  “Franky was with her, said she needed it.” He shrugs. “By the sound of it from outside, she was doing a great fucking job.” He laughs.

  “My dad brought her?” I ask.

  “Yeah,” Scrappy answers. “I can understand why she would want to though.”

  I nod in understanding. However, wanting to do it and acting on it are two very different things. I just hope she’s holding up.

  “That’s not right.” Devlin argues. “She won’t be able to cope.”

  I give Devlin an odd look as he shakes his head. What the fuck’s wrong with him?

  “Bitch couldn’t throw a decent punch anyway.” Laughs Demon from his chair.

  “That right?” I ask him, stepping closer. “Seems like, she did a good enough job.”

  I look around at all the blood and tools Natasha must have used and when Demon lifts his head I can’t help but laugh. Devlin and Scrappy step closer and when they see what’s on Demon’s face they join me. Not only has he got multiple injuries to his face, but burned into the skin on his forehead is the picture of a cock. Nice job Natasha!

  “Burning,” I speak, thinking about possibilities. “Natasha’s method is making me think.”

  Demon smartly becomes quiet as I pace in front of him, pretending to think further about the decision I’ve already come up with.

  “Lighter?” I ask Devlin and Scrappy.

  Scrappy digs one from his pocket and places it in my hand. I turn back to Demon, slowly walking closer to him. His arms are securely fastened down onto the chair so there’s no way he can fight, but I gesture for the men to flank him on either side, just in case.

  “You like fire, Demon?” I ask him but he keeps quiet. “I like fire, when it’s not near me of course.”

  I laugh and Demon continues to stare. I understand he probably didn’t know I could be like this, but the truth is this is who I am. I revel in the torture because it’s not often our club does this. We try hard to keep clean, but when opportunities like these present themselves, I dive in deep. Especially when the person has hurt the ones I love. That just pisses me off even more.

  I click the lighter so the fire burns free and waft it in his face.

  “Careful.” I warn. “Better not get too close.”

  The others laugh at me but I’m deadly serious. I place the light closer to his face and I see him wincing when I put it too close to his skin. He tries to back away when I go further and he starts to growl.

  “My bad.” I laugh. “I get too carried away.”

  I lower the light down to his crotch area and Devlin already begins to cringe. He knows what I’m about to do and I think Demon does too. He holds his breath and tries to stay as still as he possibly can. It’s no use though because I’m the one in control of the little flame, and I inch the lighter closer and closer. I watch his face as I do and enjoy the panic written all over him. The lighter begins to singe his jeans and Demon now screams.

  “Fuck!” He shouts.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask.

  I place it even closer, now touching his jeans and they catch fire, burning him where needed. Fucking prick raped my woman with that shit! I don’t want it a part of him any longer. I let him scream some more, tears start to stream down his face as his screams fill the entire warehouse.

  “This isn’t working.” I end the flame and step away but his jeans are still up in flames.

  I nod to Scrappy to put an end to it and Demon breathes a sigh of relief when he drops water over him.

  “Remove his jeans.” I order and Devlin gives me an annoyed look.

  “Really, bro?” He complains. “Why do I have the day-care jobs?”

  “Just take off his jeans.” I order. “I’ll let you do whatever when I’m done.”

  “Promise?” He asks.

  “Yeah!” I argue. “Now do it.”

  Scrappy helps Devlin with no complaints, and my respect for him increases. They struggle, but eventually they remove his jeans.

  “And boxers.” I laugh.

  This time Scrappy gives me a look and I nod. Scrappy takes out his knife and roughly cuts them away. When he’s freed, the men take their positions again. I look through the box of toys and spot a Taser gun. Perfect.

  When I turn and show them what I’ve got, they both cringe and Devlin covers his crotch area. Lucky for him, he’s not the one on my radar. With pure enjoyment, I aim for Demon’s dick and shoot the Taser. It lands straight where I want it and Demon shakes in the chair. I hold the button down, watching in delight as Demon is in agony.

  “Grim.” Scrappy snaps me out of it.

  I let go of the Taser and let Demon relax. When we’ve removed it from his balls, I get my friend the lighter back and light his balls in flames. Demon screams and sweats as I continue to hold it to his balls. Accidently, his pubes catch and singe, creating a foul stink and causing his skin to really catch light.

  “Holy shit,” Scrappy whispers as Demon’s cock catches on fire.

  I watch him, screaming in pain and don’t feel an ounce of guilt. The disgusting smell of burning flesh wafts up my nose and we all choke on it.


  “Put it out.” Devlin complains.

  “Not yet.” I argue. I want his cock burned away for good.

  “Grim!” Scrappy yells. “Do you want him dead yet?”

  I don’t, but watching him suffer feels fucking good.

  “Grim, what the fuck?!” Yells my dad from behind me. “Grim, what are you doing?”

  “What do you think?” I ask him.

  “Jesus Christ.” He rushes to the water hose and puts out the fire. He’s passed out now and silent. “I sometimes worry about you.” He shakes his head.

  “You named me Grim.” I point out.

  He laughs and looks Demon over and begins to laugh. “Shit, you did yourself proud here, son.”

  “I don’t know, I like Natasha’s art work.” I add and everyone laughs. Except Demon of course.

  Chapter 61

  Lauren

  I start to feel unsettled in my sleep and when I finally wake, I see that Brandon is no longer lying with me. He’s probably talking to someone or in the bathroom, so I try to go back to sleep but I’m unable to. When I’ve waited long enough, I get bored and decide to go search for him.

  I find one of Brandon’s many black shirts on the back of his chair and pull it on over my head. It’s long enough to finish just above my knees, so I don’t bother with trousers. I slip on some shoes and quietly make my way out of Brandon’s room.

  There doesn’t seem to be anyone around thank god, because I don’t think Brandon will be pleased to find me dressed in just his shirt. The main club room is empty, and so is the bar. I decide to have a look where the game room and Franky’s office are. There’s a load of rooms down there, including a playroom for the kids and an extra TV room.

  When I pass Franky’s office, I begin to hear growling and grunts from the gym room. I quietly make my way to the gym’s door and peak through. I spy Brandon, beating up the punching bag and I stand watching him. I love the way his body moves, and because he’s not involved in a fight with Blaze this time, I am able to really appreciate his graceful movements. His muscles dance along his arm and his top is wet through with sweat. He looks like he’s been in here for a while, and I feel bad. He must be working off his anger and frustration from the stress I’ve put him through.

  I love how powerful he is. He’s all man, strong, gorgeous and I know he will look after me. Not that I need it, but you have to admit that it’s great to know your man will do anything to help you out without you even asking. He makes me feel like a woman. I know that sounds stupid but it’s the truth. I feel soft against his hard muscles and I feel feminine around him. It’s a good feeling.

  Eventually, Brandon catches me watching him and I blush. He stops what he’s doing and walks over to me. He looks like a dangerous predator right now, and fuck it makes me horny.

  “You should be sleeping.” He speaks straight away.

  “You were gone.” Is all I need to say.

  He seems pleased with this answer and grabs my face, kissing me urgently. “God, you look fucking sexy.”

  I laugh. “No I don’t.”

  He lifts me and I cling to him. “Yes, you fucking do.”

  He spins me around and my back hits the wall. Our mouths are still connected, and I sigh against him. His hands squeeze my ass and he growls.

  “I fucking need to be inside you,” He moans.

  “Fuck me.” I whimper and he speeds into action.

  He somehow manages to slide down the shorts he’s wearing and his cock springs free. Hot, hard flesh hits my pussy and I quiver. I want him inside of me now!

  Brandon nibbles on my neck, taunting me as he rubs the head of his cock along my slit. I become so wet that he slides straight in. I moan loudly and then we pause, letting me adjust to his size and when I need more, I begin to move. I rub myself against him, trying to get some friction but it’s not working.

  “Brandon!” I moan impatiently.

  With his last laugh, he thrusts into me and my eyes roll. I cling to him for dear life and he fucks me with determination.

  “Oh my god!” I scream as he fucks me.

  He holds onto my thighs, pulling me against him and he pounds harder and harder. Our pleasured moans mix together and with one more thrust, I come undone. My eyes roll and Brandon continues, chasing his own release. My orgasm doubles as I feel him shooting inside of me, and when we have caught our breath, we realize what we have done.

  “Shit.” Brandon growls.

  “It’s fine.” I assure him. I know Drew has the morning after pill, she has a few stashed in her draws by her bed. I kept quiet when I saw them. She’s not the good little biker’s sister at all.

  Brandon nods and gently lets me down, still kissing me.

  “I was so scared you were gone.” I whisper against him.

  “I know.” He holds me. “Demon won’t hurt you now.”

  “So, I’m safe now?” The excitement shows in my voice.

  Brandon makes a weird face and carries me out of the gym. “Not exactly.”

  I’m gutted. I thought now that Demon was captured the lockdown rule would lift and I could come and go as I please. I could visit Brandon’s house!

  “Demon is locked away but you might not be safe yet, Lauren.” He starts. “Some of the Devils are still out there and we don’t know what they will do now that we have their president.”

  I nod. Shit, I didn’t think of that. How stupid am I? I stay quiet, thinking over everything I’ve been through so far.

  “I just want this to be over.” I sulk as we enter the bedroom.

  “I know, and so do I.” Brandon carries me to the bathroom. “I want to be able to go anywhere with you.”

  He undresses me and guides me into the shower. I am feeling a little sore between my legs right now. Brandon washes me and I return the favour. I love this, showering together. I get to feel all those muscles I have come to love and trace the many tattoos on his body. I love both sides to Brandon. There’s Grim, his dominant side who everyone else sees, and then there’s Brandon. His softer side, the part of him only I see. He holds my wet face in his hands and kisses me, rubbing his face along mine.

  “God, I’m so glad I have you back.” He whispers and I know exactly how he feels.

  I’m still getting over what just happened to me, and I’m not a fool as to forget it could have gone a whole lot worse! But I’m back where I belong now.

  When our shower is over and we’re dry, we get into bed and lie facing each other.

  “This will be over soon, and if we don’t hear anything from The Devils soon, then we will think about everything, ok?” He assures me.

  “Fine by me.” I yawn.

  To get out of this club and be able to do as I please would be amazing. I could go out with Brandon and have the chance to be a proper couple. I want to see his house and help him decorate. Maybe we could even live there together!

  I want a normal life again, maybe even visit my sister and let her see how I’ve changed. I need to tell her how sorry I am for everything. I know it will be hard work, she’s just as stubborn as I am but I need to show her that I care and I want to be included in her life now. If calling her won’t work, I’ll have to think of something else.

  “Stop thinking and sleep.” Brandon orders, kissing my forehead and I can’t help but laugh. He already knows me so well.

  Chapter 62

  Brandon

  The next day, I spot Natasha sitting by herself and flicking though a magazine. I grab my chance and take it.

  “I know what you did.” I tease her.

  Her eyes widen and a bright red blush covers her face. “What?”

  “Your artwork.” I point out but she continues to look at me in shock. “Demon.” I point out.

  “Oh!” She looks up to the ceiling, finally realizing what I’m hinting at. I do wonder what she thought I meant though. “Yeah, should have known you would find out.”

  I sit down opposite her and pinch one of her cookies. “Your met
hod inspired me.”

  “How so?” She asks with a fat grin on her face.

  I chew on my cookie for a few seconds, thinking about what I should tell her. “I went with fire.”

  Her eyes light up like I made her deepest wish come true. “Did you kill him?”

  “No.” I laugh, but he’s pretty close to his death. My fire trick caused him a lot of blood loss and bodily damage. Doc had to get involved because I wasn’t ready for him to die yet.

  “Do Lauren and Elise know?” She asks me.

  “No.” I answer, but maybe they should.

  “They’re in Drew’s room. I could break it to them if you like?” She asks and I think it over. I am a little worried how Lauren will react.

  “VP!” My dad shouts from his office.

  I sigh. “Let them know.”

  Lauren

  I’m sitting with Drew and Elise, we’re deciding what would be the first thing we would do once the lockdown is lifted.

  “I’d go and get my hair done.” Elise jokes.

  “Get another tattoo.” Drew adds.

  “But you already have a lot.” I point out. “Besides, doesn’t Graphic do your tattoos?”

  Graphic is a Kings member who does almost everyone’s tattoos in the club. He owns his own tattoo place, with three other artists working for him. Lucky for him, they are running things while he’s here.

  “He put me on a tattoo ban until I tell my parents.” She huffs. “I sort of lied to him and told him my dad knew. When he boasted to him about his latest artwork, my dad punched him so hard he knocked him out. Now my dad has told him no more until I tell my mum.”

  Elise and I look at each other and then burst into laughter.

  “Why won’t you tell her?” I laugh.

  “My dad was mad, but only because I lied, but my mum will be pissed that I did both. She doesn’t want me to have tattoos. She wants the perfect daughter to sell to the biggest biker. I’m not like that.” Drew complains.