Karma (Kings of Rebellion MC Book 1) - K.T Fisher Page 0,59
now or ever stand for someone talking about me like that. I forget about that scene between Grim, Franky and Baby and jump up from my seat.
“Oh shit.” I hear from Drew as I storm on over to the fucking whore.
The whore, dressed in the tiniest shorts I’ve ever seen, sees me coming but it’s too late for her. I push her to the ground as hard as I can and I hear her land with a thump.
“What you gotta say about me, bitch?” I lean into her face.
She tries to get up but I push her back down, but then my hair is pulled from behind me. I scream as I try to get a hold of the bitch that has a grip on my hair. I hate girls who fight like that!
The whore on the floor gets back up with a huge smile on her face, but then just before she can get to me the girl behind me loses her grip. Now free, I kick out at the girl in front of me just before her punch lands on me. I turn to see Drew has another girl trapped in her arms. I’m guessing that’s who had a hold of my hair.
Suddenly Brandon is in my face, blocking me from the whore. “What’s going on?”
“She was bitching about me.” I sneer down to where she lies.
“Fuck off!” She shouts and I go to attack her again but Brandon picks me up and flips me over his shoulder.
“What are you doing?” I scream and try to lift my head, but then drop back down when my hands touch his rock hard arse.
“Devlin, sort the whores out.” Brandon orders and walks off, with my bottom over his shoulder.
Men cheer as we pass, but we both ignore them. I notice that he is taking me in the direction of the bedrooms and I start to fight. We reach his room and he throws me down on his bed.
Chapter 39
I glare up at Brandon, angry that he carried me that way in front of everyone.
“I can’t believe you did that.” I growl and stand from his bed.
I walk towards the door, adamant that I don’t want to be here.
“You’re not leaving.” Brandon speaks from behind me. “Do not open that door.”
I stop walking, staring at the door that I want to open. “Why not?”
“Because we need to talk.” I feel Brandon getting closer to me, my body is very aware of him.
“About the whore?” I sneer.
“No.” Brandon grabs my shoulders, spinning me around to face him and pushing me up against the wall. “About you and my brother.”
Brandon steps closer, trapping me against the wall. I’m not afraid. No, I’m feeling something else entirely.
“Your brother?” I scream. “Because he was messing with you?”
“He looked like he wanted to mess with you.” He growls. “He’s a flirt and loves beautiful women.”
I’m about to shout again, but I hear what he just said. Did he just call me beautiful?
“He was making me laugh and he saw how you were glaring at him. He wanted to tease you, that’s all.” Why am I explaining myself to him? We’re not together, but that’s what this feels like right now.
“Ok.” He nods.
“Brandon,” I hesitate. “Were you jealous?”
I feel nervous as I watch him think about what to say. He could easily embarrass me here and I start to regret my question.
“Lauren, I gotta admit that I really care for you. I just feel protective of you for some reason, and even having Kai that close to you felt wrong. I didn’t like it and yeah, I guess I was jealous.” I stay silent, not because I don’t know what to say but because I want to hear more. He looks into my eyes and I start to feel emotional. “When I found you in that disgusting room, I was so pissed. Not only was my cousin there, but you and Natasha. No woman should ever be treated like that. I hate that you were in that situation and I wish I knew you before so that I could have stopped it from happening. I feel responsible for you, nobody else. Is that weird? That I feel a connection to you? Protective of you? I don’t want anyone close to you, even my brothers because I’m worried you will prefer their friendship to mine.”
“Friendship?” I ask. I feel like his words mean more than just a friendship.