Karma (Kings of Rebellion MC Book 1) - K.T Fisher Page 0,96

the door to the warehouse. Scrappy’s a good guy and a great club member, but for some unknown reason, we get on each other’s nerves. It’s been like that since we were kids.

I enter the warehouse and the smell of blood hits me. We’ve already had play time with him this morning. Lauren thought I was talking business with my dad, but really I was in here taking out my anger on Demon. The piece of fucking shit didn’t make a single noise and if I didn’t hate him so fucking much I would respect the guy. But he hurt my woman, my cousin and Natasha who has become a close friend and I want revenge for them. I’m itching to end his life, but I want to drag it out as much as possible. He caused the girls months of hell, even after we saved them they were suffering from the scars he left. I fucking hate him!

Then I see him, tied to a chair with his head hanging low. By the heavy breathing he’s either sleeping or passed out. By the fresh blood surrounding him, he looks passed out.

“Has someone else been in here?” I ask Scrappy.

“Natasha.” Scrappy answered and I spin around in shock. I’m about to ask why, but Devlin suddenly steps in.

“What the fuck?” He asks. “Why did you let her do that?”

“Franky was with her, said she needed it.” He shrugs. “By the sound of it from outside, she was doing a great fucking job.” He laughs.

“My dad brought her?” I ask.

“Yeah,” Scrappy answers. “I can understand why she would want to though.”

I nod in understanding. However, wanting to do it and acting on it are two very different things. I just hope she’s holding up.

“That’s not right.” Devlin argues. “She won’t be able to cope.”

I give Devlin an odd look as he shakes his head. What the fuck’s wrong with him?

“Bitch couldn’t throw a decent punch anyway.” Laughs Demon from his chair.

“That right?” I ask him, stepping closer. “Seems like, she did a good enough job.”

I look around at all the blood and tools Natasha must have used and when Demon lifts his head I can’t help but laugh. Devlin and Scrappy step closer and when they see what’s on Demon’s face they join me. Not only has he got multiple injuries to his face, but burned into the skin on his forehead is the picture of a cock. Nice job Natasha!

“Burning,” I speak, thinking about possibilities. “Natasha’s method is making me think.”

Demon smartly becomes quiet as I pace in front of him, pretending to think further about the decision I’ve already come up with.

“Lighter?” I ask Devlin and Scrappy.

Scrappy digs one from his pocket and places it in my hand. I turn back to Demon, slowly walking closer to him. His arms are securely fastened down onto the chair so there’s no way he can fight, but I gesture for the men to flank him on either side, just in case.

“You like fire, Demon?” I ask him but he keeps quiet. “I like fire, when it’s not near me of course.”

I laugh and Demon continues to stare. I understand he probably didn’t know I could be like this, but the truth is this is who I am. I revel in the torture because it’s not often our club does this. We try hard to keep clean, but when opportunities like these present themselves, I dive in deep. Especially when the person has hurt the ones I love. That just pisses me off even more.

I click the lighter so the fire burns free and waft it in his face.

“Careful.” I warn. “Better not get too close.”

The others laugh at me but I’m deadly serious. I place the light closer to his face and I see him wincing when I put it too close to his skin. He tries to back away when I go further and he starts to growl.

“My bad.” I laugh. “I get too carried away.”

I lower the light down to his crotch area and Devlin already begins to cringe. He knows what I’m about to do and I think Demon does too. He holds his breath and tries to stay as still as he possibly can. It’s no use though because I’m the one in control of the little flame, and I inch the lighter closer and closer. I watch his face as I do and enjoy the panic written all over him. The lighter begins to singe his jeans