Karma (Kings of Rebellion MC Book 1) - K.T Fisher Page 0,48

you need saving from him?” He motions to Grim. “I can keep you company.”

I have to admire his confidence. “I’m fine thanks.”

“What’s your name?” He asks, sending me what I’m guessing is his signature panty dropping smile.

“Devlin,” Grim warns with a low growl.

“It’s Lauren.” I answer Devlin.

Grim heavily sighs next to me. Is he not happy that I told this man my name? I couldn’t just ignore him.

“Lauren?” Devlin asks. “You’re one of the girls my big brother here rescued from the Devils.” It’s not a question, because he obviously already knows but I nod anyway. Then I realize what he just said.

“You’re brothers?” I look between them, of course! It’s so obvious, they look so much alike. Both of them are so good looking, dark features, stubble across his strong jaw and even the same dark eyes. They could possibly pass as twins.

“Lauren, this is my younger brother Devlin.” Grim introduces like he has no choice and doesn’t want to. “Devlin, Lauren isn’t available for your one night hook ups.”

My mouth drops open in shock from what Grim just said. “Grim!” I shout.

He immediately frowns at me for using his club name. As I talk to Devlin, I feel Grim staring at me.

“So is Devlin your real name?” I ask him.

“Yep, love it so much I don’t want no club name.” He smirks and looks over at Grim. “Unlike someone else.”

“I didn’t choose my club name, it was given to me.” Grim snaps.

Devlin stands and shakes his head. “Stop being fucking mardy. Dad wants to talk to your girl.”

“I’m not his girl.” I frown.

“Why didn’t you say this earlier?” Grim asks.

Devlin shrugs. “I didn’t know she was Lauren until a few minutes ago.”

With a nod, Grim gets up and I follow. Time to talk with the president.

Chapter 32

I follow Grim and Devlin as they argue.

“I think this is too soon.” Grim moans.

“Well dad says he needs info.” Devlin answers.

“She doesn’t know anything.” Grim argues and I have to step in.

“Grim, I’ll talk to your dad.” They both go quiet and we continue to walk through the clubhouse. This is the part I haven’t been in yet. There’s a bar with a lot of music and we pass more rooms but I don’t know what’s on the other side.

When we come to a corner, Grim begins to walk beside me and I already know what’s coming.

“Why are you calling me Grim?” He asks quietly.

“That’s your nickname.” I reply and try to walk faster but he catches up.

“I told you to call me Brandon.” He reminds me.

I don’t know what to say. I continue to follow Devlin and before Grim can answer Devlin knocks on a large wooden door and it quickly opens, revealing their dad. He looks exactly the same as when I saw him this morning, dark jeans, black shirt with his leather vest. This is where Grim and Devlin got their looks from. Franky is a very good looking man and a silver fox if I might add. He gives me a smile and motions for us to come in.

“Does this need to be done right now?” Grim asks his dad.

“I figured as soon as we get this over with the better.” Franky looks to me. “You ok with this, Lauren?”

“Yes.” I answer. I would rather get this over with as soon as possible too.

Franky gestures for me to take a seat on the sofa and I take a look around. It looks like an office I guess and it does look similar to Demon’s but less scary. There’s no overload of weapons but there are a few guns behind his desk that I try not to stare at.

“I didn’t get a chance to greet you as I wanted to last night because the women were so excited to see that you were ok, and I’m happy that you are.” I’m shocked at how nice he is. My experience with club presidents isn’t very good and I was dreading Franky turning out the same. There’s time yet, but so far so good.

Franky places a hand on my shoulder, not in a dominating kind of way but more of a friendly gesture. “What’s the matter?” He asks.

I swallow to try and clear my dry throat, looking around the room and the men looking at me.

“Lauren?” Grim asks. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah.” I try to assure him with a smile. “I think I’m just still getting used to the differences.”

They immediately know what and who I’m talking about. Franky sits in