Karma (Kings of Rebellion MC Book 1) - K.T Fisher Page 0,36

me so much I ran back home, but when my family had enough of me I came back to find Andrew with two Devil members in my bedroom.” I leave it at that, not wanting to share too many details at the table.

I glance up at Grim and see he doesn’t look too happy at all.

“I’m sorry about that, Lauren.” Brace apologises.

“Yeah, her ex is Demon’s nephew.” Natasha delivers and I see everyone tense and stare at me.

“Switch?” Grim asks. “He is your ex?”

“Before you ask, I didn’t know anything about him. He kept everything a secret. When he revealed who he was he said he had wanted to keep me away from Demon, but now that I betrayed him I deserved it.”

“Nothing at all?” Brace asks.

“No,” I snicker. “I was completely fooled.”

Everyone goes quiet as they let the news settle in. “Great, dad.” Elise frowns at him. “No more questions.”

Brace nods. “Sorry Lauren, I just need to know this stuff if we want to keep you safe.”

“I get it.” I reply.

“We’re heading back home in a few days now that I have Elise back. You’re welcome to come back with us.” Brace offers.

“Thank you, I think I will.” I smile over at him, generally happy that I will be going back and further away from Demon and the rest of the remaining Devil’s.

“Is that invite open to me too?” Natasha asks and I’m truly shocked.

“Of course,” Brace agrees.

“Then count me in. I need a new start.” She smiles at me. “You can’t get rid of me that easy.”

Chapter 25

That afternoon, I lounge on the sofa people watching, something I haven’t been able to do for a while. I watch the old ladies watch over their excited children, and catch a quick moment with their gentle giant biker men. The men all look like big, tough bikers and they probably are with other people but they sure as hell aren’t with the women in their lives. Then there are the attractive club whores, who are respectfully keeping away from the taken bikers while the old ladies are here.

“Hello, Lauren.” I look up to see a very large man smiling down at me. I’ve seen him around but I haven’t spoken to him yet. I look at his leather vest and see a President patch stitched on.

“Hi.” I reply, sitting up a little straighter.

He sits down beside me. “I’m Savage, the president here. I’m sorry I haven’t come to talk sooner. This Devil’s business has kept me busy.”

“It’s fine.” I assure him. I haven’t really been up to talking to anyone until now, but I don’t say that I just continue to smile.

“No it’s not, I’m in charge here and I should have made you feel welcome. You’re more than welcome to stay as long as you like, you have our protection. If anyone gives you shit, you come to me.” I have no doubt that everyone here listens to what Savage says. He’s a very intimidating man.

“I’ve decided to go back to England with the others.” I let him know and he nods.

“I think that’s a good choice. Get away from here and go back home.” He stands and holds out his hand to me to shake. “Good luck Lauren, and remember you’re always welcome with the Kings.”

I watch him walk away, slightly in shock and feel the sofa dip down next to me. “I see Savage had a talk with you.” I hear from Elise. “Everything ok?”

“Yeah,” I breathe. “Just introducing himself.”

I go back to watching everyone around me. The children have followed Savage to go outside, leaving the women alone together. One club whore smirks over at one of the old ladies, quickly walking away from having her ass beat.

“They don’t usually cover this much skin.” Elise says as she sits down next to me.

“Who?” I innocently ask.

“Don’t act like you weren’t watching the whores.” She laughs. “I used to wonder why the old ladies could stand them. I still don’t. I even hate when they flock around my dad.” She makes a funny face. “It’s gross.”

I laugh along with her and watch the weirdness between the club whores and the old ladies. Not in a mean way, just because the old ladies look like tough women and the club whores, not so much. The old ladies will beat the crap out of those sluts and so they should for creeping on their men.

As we watch, I hear the reporter rattling on the TV on the other side