Karma (Kings of Rebellion MC Book 1) - K.T Fisher Page 0,77
reaches out to try and scratch at my eyes and pull my hair, but I slap her and then punch her down to the floor. I’m just about to land a few kicks into her side when I’m pulled back.
“Calm down.” I hear Devlin as he holds me. “Dyson, get the fuck out of here!”
She quietly gets up and disappears. “You shouldn’t have done that.”
“Why not?” He asks.
“She needed her ass kicking.” I shout after her.
Devlin just laughs. “I think you’re going to fit right in around here.”
When we walk into the garden I spot Brandon, but before I have a chance to say anything to him Devlin snitches on me. Brandon doesn’t look too pleased, but when I tell him why we were having a fight in the first place he gets really angry and storms inside to find her.
I sit on the bench and wait for him, thinking over in my head what he will say to her. Will she be ordered away? I really hope so.
While eating dinner later that day, Brandon tells me what he told Dyson and I must admit, I’m not very happy. I want her out of this place and all he gave her was a slap on the wrist.
“Cheer up, Lauren.” He nudges me. “I can’t just kick her out.”
“Sure you can.” I add.
“No, that’s for my dad to decide. I’ve told him what she said, so let’s wait.” He tries to assure me and leans closer to give me a kiss.
His ringing phone interrupts us and he pulls away with an annoyed grunt. As soon as he answers, I know its Franky and I try to listen in on the conversation.
“I’ll be right there.” He quickly stands. “I gotta go babe, I’ll find you later.”
With a quick kiss, he leaves me alone watching him go. That’s how the girls find me and as soon as they sit down, they want the gossip on last night.
Brandon
I hated leaving Lauren alone, but as soon as my dad mentioned the words ‘bloody knife’ I had to come and investigate. Especially seeing as my girl is in the middle of all this.
When I walk into his office, my club brothers all make way for me to see my dad sitting at his desk and right there in front of him, sitting on the top of his desk is the knife. It’s covered in blood, even the handle. A bag, that I’m guessing it was delivered in, sits under it drenched in blood.
“Whose blood is that?” I ask him.
“A letter came with it.” My dad answers. “It says that West is lying in a pool of blood.”
“What was he doing alone?” I ask, he shouldn’t have been alone.
“He didn’t tell any of us he was going out. We don’t know, but Duke seems to think it’s the woman he’s fucking.”
“She has a hold on him VP. As soon as she calls, he runs.” Duke adds.
“Have we heard from him?” I demand from my president, not just my dad, but all he does is shake his head.
“He’s not answering his phone.” Devlin tells me. At least someone is thinking!
“Then we need to head out and find him!” I shout.
“I’ll come.” Devlin answers and Duke says the same.
“You don’t know what you’re walking into.” My dad stands from behind his desk. “This could be a trap.”
“Maybe,” Baby answers. “But one of our own could be dying when we could help him.”
My dad stares at us all, trying to read what we think. “Get everyone to church, we take a vote.”
“But he could be dead by then!” I shout.
“We take a vote!” He demands and we all leave for church, gathering everyone else.
As I reach the office doors, my dad calls me back. When I reach him he hands me an envelope.
“You need to look at what’s inside.” He tells me.
Confused I open it up and I’m almost sick when I see what’s inside. “The fuck is this?” I shout.
I look down at the photos, sickened by them. There’s about seven altogether and all of them have one of the girls in some sort of punishment. They’re fucking graphic and I hate to look at them. It’s upsetting and angering to see the three girls dirty and bleeding. It’s not fucking right.
“They came with the knife, I’d say it’s some sort of warning.” My dad answers quietly. “I love these girls son. I don’t want anything happening to them.”