Karma (Kings of Rebellion MC Book 1) (24 page)

“Everyone in this house is dead.” Franky delivers the news and Demon keeps quiet as they lead him out the room.

Chapter 58
Brandon took care of me, demanding everyone get out the room while he made me decent and prepared to leave my prison. He kept stroking my hair, kissing my head and holding me tight as I got my bearings. It was like he couldn’t believe I was here, but I was just the same. Was I imagining Brandon here?

Brandon carried me out of the house, stepping over dead Devil members from knife injuries rather than gun wounds. Brandon said they wanted the element of surprise and I guess they did. I’m just happy I’m back with him.

I don’t remember much of the journey home either. I was shocked to see so many vans at the back of the house I was being kept in. It makes sense seeing as their bikes are noisy as hell and it would have given them away.  I sit in the back of the truck, clinging to Brandon and enjoying his touch once again. I breathe in his scent and eventually calm when I realize I’m back with my family.

Brandon seems to be feeling the same as I am. He makes sure to always be touching me as he talks to Franky who drives in the front. Whether, it’s a hand on mine that clings to his waist, or his hand that rests on my thigh. I enjoy it as much as I’m guessing he is and scoot closer to him. I have a need to get as close as I physically can and I have a weird need to get us both naked and lie skin to skin. I just want to feel him.

***

As soon as we enter The Kings’ clubhouse, and the gates close behind us, I spot the girls running outside. I open the door and slowly exit, watching as they speed over to me.

“Lauren!” Natasha screams as she reaches me.

Elise and Drew hold me as Natasha does and we all cry together.

“I’m so glad they found you.” Elise cries into my shoulder.

“What did they do to you?” Drew asks as she looks at my beaten face in horror.

“Standard Devil’s behaviour,” I reply and feel Natasha stiffen under my arm.

I break away from them and wipe my own face. “No more crying for them.” I order.

The three of them nod and wipe their own faces, softly smiling at me.

I hug them again, glad to be back. I’d never had friends before I found these women and I’m so glad to have them in my life. Without them, I don’t know where I would be. When I hold them I think of my sister Maisy. When this all blows over, I need to go and see her.

Brandon rips me away from the girls and they laugh. He scoops me up and holds me tight.

“Sorry girls, but I gotta have her to myself for now.” He walks away, holding me and I couldn’t be happier.

As happy as I am with the girls, I need to be alone with Brandon. I know what he’s feeling, so I don’t bother fighting with him, because I need it too. Instead, I wave at the girls as I’m carried away.

When we get to his room, Brandon lays me down gently on the bed. A definite change from previous times when he’s thrown me down in passion. Now it’s the time for care and nurture, not just for me but for both of us.

Brandon lays down next to me and just looks at me, taking me in. I look at him too, all of him and appreciate what he and his club have done for me twice now. Tears start to run down my face and hit the pillow under me. They sting the cuts on my face.

“Do I look horrible?” I ask. It’s a stupid question I know, but I want to break the silence.

“No.” He shakes his head.

“Liar.” I laugh and I get the tiniest smile back from him.

“I’m just glad to have you back.” He replies and I see his eyes shine. My heart melts for him.

I scoot a little closer to him. “I’m glad to be back.”

Brandon stands and holds his hand out, guiding me to the bathroom. He kisses my head and turns on the shower. When he faces me again, he holds me softly because of my injuries.

“We need to clean you up.” He orders and I nod.

“Thank you.” I whisper.

Brandon frowns and cradles my face in his hands. “You don’t have to thank me, Lauren. You’re my Old Lady and I will do anything for you.”

It’s then that I see the cuts all along his head. I reach out and touch them, looking him all over for more. “He told me you were dead.”

Brandon shakes his head. “I couldn’t die knowing he had you again, Lauren. I would die saving you rather than living without you.”

I start to cry and he kisses me sweetly. It’s a shock. He’s kissed me softly and dominantly, but now sweetly. It’s just what I need right now.

“Come on.” Brandon helps me into the shower and follows me in. He carefully washes my injuries and luckily the whip marks aren’t as bad as they feel and should heal fine. Brandon still wants me to ask Doc to be on the safe side.

When he has washed away the dirt and the blood, he begins to wash my hair for me and I have to fight to not sink to my knees. It feels amazing and I actually moan. Eventually Brandon wraps his arms around me and I feel his erection digging into the bottom of my back. I go to turn around, wanting to see him but he holds me in place.

“No.” Is all he says, and we stay like this for a few minutes. Just Brandon holding me, feeling him and it’s perfect. I have my suspicions that he was crying, but I guess I’ll never know because I won’t ask him. That was his private moment and I’m glad I was there for it.

We spend the rest of the day alone, just being together and reuniting after yet another tragedy.

“That’s the last time you will see Demon.” He tells me with confidence.

“I know.” I reply with certainty. I know that they have Demon and I’m not stupid to not know what that means. Demon will die at the hands of Brandon and I’m brutally honest when I say that I’m ok with that. I know the average person outside of this life would be horrified at that, but after what I’ve been through and what Demon and his club did to me, I just wish that it could have been me to finish him off instead.

The next morning, Brandon is true to his word and gets Doc to check me over. The worst of my injuries are the cuts on my face thanks to Andrew.  It’s not long after when Drew, Elise and Natasha pop their heads around the door. They run towards me and join me on the bed.

“God, I’m so glad you’re ok.” Natasha holds me gently.

“Grim was so angry while you were gone. “ Elise spills. “I was actually scared of him.”

“He wouldn’t hurt you.” I assure her.

“I know.” She nods. “He was just so upset. You should have seen how angry he was with Franky, he wasn’t the same without you.”

I think about what she says and it’s hard to picture a scary Brandon. Hopefully they won’t have to ever see him like that again.

“Was everything ok?” Natasha asks and I know she’s asking if it was like before. I let them know what they need to and leave out the bits they shouldn’t know.

“I can’t believe they took you.” Drew whimpers, a lone tear dropping down her cheek.

“Hey!” I tease her. “No crying remember?”

We catch up a little on the bed, but I know they’re being careful with me. They don’t seem to understand that I’m a lot better coming out of it this time around. I know I have my family with me now and it makes a huge difference.

“We ok to come in?” I see Baby by the door. Devlin is behind him, looking a bit unsure of himself.

“Sure.” I smile.

“Ooh, your face is looking pretty messy.” Baby jokes but Drew doesn’t seem to share his humour.

“Shut the fuck up, Kai!” She glares at him and he holds up his hands in surrender.

“Only joking, sis.” He winks and sits down next to me. “You know I’m kidding right?”

His suddenly serious face shows me how worried he actually is and I pat his leg. “Of course.”

He smiles and nods in relief, it’s then I spot Devlin walking in and he’s not his usual jokey self.

“You ok, Dev?” I ask him.

“I should be asking you that.” He scoffs. “After I saw what they did to you, I can’t stop thinking about revenge.”

“I’m ok.” I try to assure him. “Really I am, but I know I wouldn’t have been if you all hadn’t saved me. So thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me.” He replies. “You’re like a sister to me, and I would do it again for you in a heartbeat.”

“Same here,” Baby adds and I smile at them both.

I sniffle through my threatening tears. “Shut up.”

Everyone laughs and I’m glad to see Devlin finally relax. Natasha though has tensed up and I remember that she had told me about that awkward kiss between her and Devlin. I haven’t heard anything else from her and she seemed fine. So, I didn’t think to ask but by her body language, there’s something there.

As I laugh at Baby and Elise kidding around, I keep my eyes on Devlin and Natasha. I notice Devlin’s eyes keep looking over to Natasha but I’m unable to see her reaction. She’s keeping quiet and that’s not really like her. Something is definitely up.

Brandon then appears with Franky, they had a meeting in his office and they both smile at us all.

“Nice to see you doing well.” Franky leans in and gives me a kiss on the head.

“Thank you.” I whisper, honoured that he would come and check on me.

“Ok!” Brandon declares. “Time for you all to go, I need some time alone with my woman.”

I laugh as they all grumble and stand. They each say their goodbyes and when Natasha leans in to give me a hug, I whisper in her ear.

“I need to talk with you.” She gives me a confused look, but when I raise my eyebrows she seems to click onto what I’m talking about and bites down on her lip. With a slight blush she nods her head and leaves. I do notice that Devlin watches her, but Natasha keeps her distance.

When they have all gone, Brandon locks the door behind him and grins. “Finally.”

I giggle. “What do you have in mind?”

“I’m thinking that you need to be naked.” He wiggles his eyebrows.

“Really?” I continue to laugh. “Because, I was thinking the exact same thing.”

“You were thinking that you needed to be naked?” He jokes and I throw a pillow at him.

“That you were naked, dickhead.” Brandon nods his head and then carefully removes his leather vest, treating it with respect.

“I’ll strip if you do.” He offers and I eagerly stand and remove my clothing.

I’m not getting undressed to be horny and have sex. I’ve needed this since Brandon saved me from Demon. I need to feel him, all of him. I watch as he removes his shirt, almost drooling at the sight of his toned body. His sculptured stomach, thick arms and muscled thighs. Brandon slowly walks over to me, closing the distance between us and my eyes close as he wraps me in his arms and breathes me in. My neck tingles from the small gesture. He begins to undress me, revealing my own body to him. My body is aching for him, not for pleasure but for assurance. I want skin to skin, the way a new born is calmed after the stressful birth. I need to be calmed by Brandon’s hot skin.

When Bradon has stripped, we look at each other and admire who is standing in front of the other. I marvel at his beautiful body and gorgeous tattoos. His cock is hard and my body quivers in reaction. Brandon slowly walks back to me and holds my face in his hands.

“I love you, Lauren.” My eyes widen at his words. “I knew it before you were gone, but I was fucking scared. When I lost you, I was scared I’d never get to tell you. So I’m telling you now, I love you.”

My breath hitches and I smile through happy tears. “I love you, too.”

He holds me in his arms and I shudder, feeling so many emotions I don’t know which one to focus on. We crawl into bed, Brandon still holding onto me.

“I just want to feel you.” He admits, squeezing me harder.

“I want that too.” I smile as I melt into his warm body.

We continue to lie naked together, completely alone, just touching and it’s exactly what we both needed.

Brandon

I fucking love having Lauren back in my arms. It’s the best feeling I’ve ever known. I loved seeing her smiling and laughing with her friends, but I saw how tired she was and I wanted to be alone with her. It didn’t take long for her to fall asleep and I took the opportunity to watch her. She’s so fucking beautiful, with her long black hair falling over the pillow and her long thick lashes adding colour to her pale face.

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.