Karma (Kings of Rebellion MC Book 1) - K.T Fisher Page 0,33
bed and bounces onto mine. “I smell even better.” She squeals. “One of the biker’s old ladies let me use her products. God, I feel amazing!” She raises her hands above her head and kicks her legs in the air.
“Old ladies?” I ask. I thought these men were different?
“No, Lauren.” Natasha corrects me. “Old ladies here aren’t the same as they are at the Devil’s. Here they adore their old ladies, here it’s more like a marriage.”
“You’re sure?” I ask her.
She confidently nods her head. “Things are a lot different here.”
“How?” I’m curious.
“Well, for starters they don’t buy women and keep them locked up in a dark room.” She teases.
“That we know of.” I respond.
“Seriously Lauren, the people are good here.” Natasha insists. “Elise wouldn’t be so happy here otherwise. Anyway, how are you?”
“I’ll be fine.” I look down at my borrowed top and see stitches on my stomach. “Who did that?”
“The club has a few doctors. You didn’t look so great when you fainted, Lauren.” She sounds worried and I understand. If the roles were reversed I would be the same.
Elise finally joins us. When she sees that I’m awake she smiles and runs to my side. Just like Natasha, she’s fresh and clean, even the dried blood has been washed away. The showers back at the Devil’s Spawn clubhouse weren’t the best, so we were never fully clean. My heart swells for her, she finally looks happy to be back with her family.
Wow! Check me out. Who would have thought that the bitch finally has a heart?
“I’m so glad you’re ok.” Elise gently hugs me.
“I’m glad to see you so happy.” I reply.
“I am,” Her smile falters a little. “But I can’t help but wonder that I cost Chatter her life.”
Her bottom lip trembles and I try to sit up, wincing when pain ripples through my stomach. Natasha and Elise lie me back down, ordering me to be careful.
“Don’t think like that Elise because it’s not true.” I hold tightly onto her hand. “That was Demon, everything falls onto him.”
After comforting each other, I drift back off to sleep feeling very drained.
***
When I open my eyes again, another woman has joined us. She’s round all over and gives me the warmest smile when she sees my open eyes. It’s the kind of smile your grandmother would give you.
“How are you feeling?” She asks me.
“Better.” I honestly reply.
Natasha and Elise return, and while the door is open I get a glimpse of Grim standing right outside. Elise turns around and gives me a smile when she sees who I’m looking at. “That’s Grim, our vice president. He wanted to see if you were ok because you kind of fainted on him.”
Oh shit, I forgot about that!
Grim pokes his head into the room, and gives me a small smile. “You can come in.” Elise tells him but he shakes his head.
“No, it’s ok.” He looks to me. “I just wanted to check in on you.”
“I’m ok.” I answer him. Grim looks me over, probably checking to see if I have any major injuries I’m lying about.
“Good. If you need anything, just ask. You’re in the care of The Kings now.” Those words somehow give me goose bumps and once he is satisfied, he gives me a quick nod and leaves us to it.
As soon as I feel good enough, I decide that I need a shower. I would love a bath, but because of my injuries I’m told not to soak for too long, which is a pity because soaking in a hot bubble bath is what I am craving. I’m offered shampoos, conditioners and shower gel of all sorts by the many women here and as I lather my hair in the shampoo I actually groan out loud. I massage my scalp, scratching and digging my fingers through my hair. When I look at some of the bubbles in my hand, I see they’re brown instead of white. I’m disgusted by the dirt hidden in my hair and wash repeat until the water runs clear. I use as much conditioner as I possibly can, needing my hair to feel as smooth as it used to before all this shit started. After I’ve taken care of my hair, I carefully wash myself and I even take down the shower head and angle it between my legs. I need to feel clean, I need to feel fresh and not feel Demon or Strike there anymore.