Karma (Kings of Rebellion MC Book 1) - K.T Fisher Page 0,73

to sleep.

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I dream of kisses on my face and being lifted in the air. Strong arms carry me and I breathe in a familiar scent that I have come to adore. The more I breathe in, the more I become aware that it’s Brandon who is carrying me and I’m not dreaming at all. He lays me down on his bed and then goes to lock the bedroom door. Brandon strips me of my jeans and when he joins me, I find him in just his boxers and I sigh in contentment, falling back to sleep.

Chapter 47

It’s been a week since I bumped into Strike in the toilets and the only thing I’ve had to put up with is the whore, Dyson. Since Brandon has put more security on us while on lockdown, I’ve seen more of the friendly whore and I’m afraid to report that she hasn’t got any clothes. Sure she has belts for skirts and bra’s as her tops but they’re not clothes. There are kids running around here for Christ’s sake!

I’m trying to eat some dinner with the girls, Laura and June while I shoot daggers at her from across the room. Brandon is ‘talking business’ with his dad and other members of The King’s, but there’s good little Dyson standing to the side and trying to get everyone’s attention.

“Is she even allowed to be that close while they talk?” I sneer.

None of them even look up to see who I’m talking about. Either she’s that bad that they know who I’m talking about or I’m being a little pathetic. I’m going to go with the first.

“No, but for some reason she’s always getting away with more shit.” Drew grumbles.

I look over at her, she doesn’t sound like her usual self. She places her fork into her mouth, chewing on her dinner when I see the new addition on her arm. I stare wide eyed and when Drew looks to me I point to the black lines on her skin and she quickly rolls down her sleeve and looks at her mum to see if she saw anything. I’m guessing mother Laura doesn’t like tattoos then, which is funny because her sons are covered in them.

“It’s probably because they feel sorry for her.” Laura adds.

“Why?” I ask.

“Her old man was a member, a pretty good one too, but he died on a run a couple of years back. Not that she cared. She was a whore before he made her his old lady and she didn’t stop whoring while they were together.” June replies with anger.

“She wasn’t even sad when he died, just carried on fucking men like she always does.” Elise frowns over at Dyson as she tries to get Brandon’s attention. “I can’t stand her.”

“So she takes their pity for granted?” I ask.

“Yep,” Laura answers.

I watch Brandon try his best to ignore Dyson as she wiggles her ass on him and tries to touch him. When her hand lands on his face I see red. I like to scratch his stubble, that’s mine!

Without a thought I stand but Laura takes my hand. “You prepared for what might happen if you go over there?” She asks.

I look back to the sight and my blood boils. “Yep.”

She smiles and so do the rest of them. “Well, we have your back, darling.”

With a smug smile, I walk over with purpose. Baby is the first to notice me and smiles, nudging Devlin beside him. I give them a wink and stand behind Dyson and I almost gag at how much perfume she’s got on.

“Excuse me?” I ask. I was thinking I’d at least try to be polite first so I can say I tried.

All the men stop talking and look at me as Dyson turns to face me. She chews slowly on her gum and looks me up and down like I’m shit on her shoes. She says nothing and turns back around. Well, I tried.

I give Brandon a smile from behind her back and he gives me a simple nod of the head. He knows what I’m about to do and gave me permission whether I needed it or not. I was going to do this anyway, because the bitch is getting on my damn nerves.

I reach for her hair and grab a handful of it pulling her head back hard. She yelps in pain and grabs onto her head, I keep on pulling so she lands on the floor on her ass. I look down at