Karma (Kings of Rebellion MC Book 1) - K.T Fisher Page 0,45
we all follow Brandon inside the grounds. I try to get as good a look as possible as we walk towards the brick building. It’s almost like a large courtyard, concrete everywhere with motorcycles to the right, and next to a large garage.
A breeze picks up my hair, wafting it in all different directions and as Natasha complains about the cold I can’t help but smile. I have missed the chilly, British breeze.
Brandon and Choke hold open the doors to the clubhouse as we all walk in. I’m shocked to see two men standing in the room we first enter. It’s quite a small room, with two sofas facing each other and three doors leading to other rooms. I’m also shocked to see anyone awake at this time in the morning. As they stand, a woman walks in holding two cups of tea in her hand and smiles wide when she sees us.
“June, they’re here!” She screams as she hurriedly passes the cups to the two men and runs up to Brandon, wrapping her arms tight around him.
The door bounds open and a woman, the spitting image of Elise, cries and runs straight for her. Holding Elise tightly and I watch Elise bury her head into her and sob.
Natasha and I huddle together, feeling happy yet a little awkward at the scenes in front of us. One of the men that was waiting for us approaches me, and I have to fight myself to not shrink back into the wall. This man is very large and intimidating, covered in tattoos and has a plain look on his face. I can tell right away that this man is Brandon’s father, the president of the Kings of Rebellion.
“Welcome to The Kings, girls.” He inclines his head in greeting and I relax a little when I notice his mouth has tilted up in a smile.
“Thank you for having us.” I reply.
“Where are they?” I hear a sobbing voice and suddenly Elise’s mother is holding onto Natasha and I. “Oh girls, I am so grateful for what you did. I will never be able to repay you for what you did for my Elise.”
“It was nothing.” Natasha tries to sooth her but she erratically shakes her head.
“It means everything to me.” She holds us at arm’s length, smiling with tears running down her face. “You are always welcome within these walls.”
Everyone looks at us and I feel a little embarrassed. The other woman, who ran in first appears at her shoulder. “Come on June, let these poor girls rest.”
I shoot her a grateful look and she guides us through the left door. We enter a large room that looks like it hosts a lot of entertaining. Tables, chairs, sofas and a huge TV are the main features, but we don’t stop. Instead we head for the doors on the far end.
“I’m Laura, Franky’s old lady, he’s the president around here and if you need anything you make sure to come to me.” She gently rubs my shoulder and whispers. “Thank you for Elise, she acts like a tough cookie, but we all know she’s melted chocolate really.”
I giggle at her explanation but I agree with Brandon’s mum and it’s that moment that I realize she is Brandon’s mother. I begin to feel a little weird and I have no freaking idea why!
“We have a room for you, and you will stay here as long as you need.” She opens the doors and continues to guide us along a wide corridor packed with doors. I’m assuming these are member’s bedrooms, just like back at the Kings of Rebellion USA charter. I hear footsteps behind us and see Elise’s mum June holding tightly to her daughter and Natasha walking in between us.
We approach a door with no pictures or messages on it and Laura opens to reveal a generous sized room with everything we need. Large wardrobe, two single sized beds with bedside tables and a clean attaching toilet and shower room.
June, Elise and Natasha follow us inside and Natasha and I share a happy look. Things are finally looking up. I’m far away from Demon and starting a new life.
“If you need anything, both June and I will be pottering around this place. There are other old ladies and family members all around who you will meet later today.” After making sure we’re ok, they leave us to it.
“My lockdown room is on the left if you need anything. I’ll be back later, so don’t