Karma (Kings of Rebellion MC Book 1) - K.T Fisher Page 0,74

her, ignoring the fact that I have a full view between her legs. Fuck sake!

“I tried being nice but I ain’t trying anymore.” I lean down into her face. “Fuck off.”

She glares up at me in anger. “You can’t tell me what to do!”

“She sure can!” Shouts Laura from her seat. All the girls stand staring down at Dyson, showing her I’m not alone. I get now that in this life you can’t appear weak because people will walk all over you. It’s time I let a little of my old self show through, because I am not letting a bitch walk all over me.

“Old Ladies are above whores Dyson,” Brandon says as he wraps an arm around me. “You should know that.”

I stare up at him, shocked at his words. Is he just saying that for my sake, or is he being serious? I have a feeling it’s the second. I look around and everyone is surprised at his words, just like me. We haven’t even spoken about this yet. Surely we would need to talk about this! Isn’t this the equivalent to marriage to normal people?

Dyson gets up and storms away, not looking very happy but nobody pays her any attention. Laura runs over to us, grabbing us in a joint cuddle but I’m too shocked to move.

“Try to smile.” Brandon whispers into my ear and I snap out of it.

“You can’t blame me.” I snap. “I can’t believe you threw that out there!”

Brandon leads me away to talk in private. “I’ve been thinking of asking you, but that seemed the perfect time to let her know her place.” He pulls me close against him. “You wanna be my Old Lady, right?”

He nibbles on my neck and I can’t help but groan. “That’s not fair.”

He laughs. “I never said I don’t play dirty.”

I scrape my fingers through his hair and moan. “I think you should be punished.”

He quickly looks up at me. “What for?”

“Surprising me.” I smile. “Does this mean we get a party tonight?”

I know that once a man gets his Old Lady there’s a party for them. I’m not expecting anything seeing as we’re on lockdown and everything, but it would be nice.

“Nothing big, but I think we could get a few drinks.” He agrees.

“Good.” I give him a kiss and walk off towards my room. Brandon starts to follow like a lost puppy but I turn and stop him. “No, you stay here. I’ll see you later.”

***

“Holy shit Lauren, you look hot!” Drew squeals as I give them a turn.

I knew I had this dress somewhere. I brought it to the UK when I visited Maisy for her birthday, but didn’t bother unpacking it when we arrived here. It shows way too much skin and I’m only just confident enough to wear it right now, but Brandon needs some teasing for what he did today.

It’s a short dress in royal blue that shows a lot of everything. That means cleavage, legs and ass! It’s perfect. When I look at my reflection, I have a sense of déjà vu about my sister. The last time I wore this I was with her, and a wave of sadness overcomes me. I’ve been thinking a lot about her recently, I want all this shit to be over so I can see her again. I’ve been wondering if I could sneak a phone call to her, but even that is risky. I don’t want to put her in any danger at all. I would hate myself if anything did happen. I’ve done enough to her as it is.

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me!” Natasha slaps my arm.

“I didn’t know myself.” I slap her back.

I’ve told them over and over that I didn’t know. They just don’t see Brandon like that, thinking about it all himself. I really had no clue.

When all four of us are ready, we walk out into the main club room and I smile when I see everyone finally relaxing a little. I spot Brandon at the bar and walk over, smiling to myself when I try to imagine his reaction to this dress. I stand beside him, but he doesn’t notice me at first and I can’t blame him. I haven’t looked like this since I arrived here. I look like the old and confident Lauren.

He does a double take on me and steps back in shock. “Fuck, Lauren!” He scoops me up in his arms, groaning into my neck. “You’re going to kill