Karma (Kings of Rebellion MC Book 1) - K.T Fisher Page 0,97

and Demon now screams.

“Fuck!” He shouts.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

I place it even closer, now touching his jeans and they catch fire, burning him where needed. Fucking prick raped my woman with that shit! I don’t want it a part of him any longer. I let him scream some more, tears start to stream down his face as his screams fill the entire warehouse.

“This isn’t working.” I end the flame and step away but his jeans are still up in flames.

I nod to Scrappy to put an end to it and Demon breathes a sigh of relief when he drops water over him.

“Remove his jeans.” I order and Devlin gives me an annoyed look.

“Really, bro?” He complains. “Why do I have the day-care jobs?”

“Just take off his jeans.” I order. “I’ll let you do whatever when I’m done.”

“Promise?” He asks.

“Yeah!” I argue. “Now do it.”

Scrappy helps Devlin with no complaints, and my respect for him increases. They struggle, but eventually they remove his jeans.

“And boxers.” I laugh.

This time Scrappy gives me a look and I nod. Scrappy takes out his knife and roughly cuts them away. When he’s freed, the men take their positions again. I look through the box of toys and spot a Taser gun. Perfect.

When I turn and show them what I’ve got, they both cringe and Devlin covers his crotch area. Lucky for him, he’s not the one on my radar. With pure enjoyment, I aim for Demon’s dick and shoot the Taser. It lands straight where I want it and Demon shakes in the chair. I hold the button down, watching in delight as Demon is in agony.

“Grim.” Scrappy snaps me out of it.

I let go of the Taser and let Demon relax. When we’ve removed it from his balls, I get my friend the lighter back and light his balls in flames. Demon screams and sweats as I continue to hold it to his balls. Accidently, his pubes catch and singe, creating a foul stink and causing his skin to really catch light.

“Holy shit,” Scrappy whispers as Demon’s cock catches on fire.

I watch him, screaming in pain and don’t feel an ounce of guilt. The disgusting smell of burning flesh wafts up my nose and we all choke on it.

“Put it out.” Devlin complains.

“Not yet.” I argue. I want his cock burned away for good.

“Grim!” Scrappy yells. “Do you want him dead yet?”

I don’t, but watching him suffer feels fucking good.

“Grim, what the fuck?!” Yells my dad from behind me. “Grim, what are you doing?”

“What do you think?” I ask him.

“Jesus Christ.” He rushes to the water hose and puts out the fire. He’s passed out now and silent. “I sometimes worry about you.” He shakes his head.

“You named me Grim.” I point out.

He laughs and looks Demon over and begins to laugh. “Shit, you did yourself proud here, son.”

“I don’t know, I like Natasha’s art work.” I add and everyone laughs. Except Demon of course.

Chapter 61

Lauren

I start to feel unsettled in my sleep and when I finally wake, I see that Brandon is no longer lying with me. He’s probably talking to someone or in the bathroom, so I try to go back to sleep but I’m unable to. When I’ve waited long enough, I get bored and decide to go search for him.

I find one of Brandon’s many black shirts on the back of his chair and pull it on over my head. It’s long enough to finish just above my knees, so I don’t bother with trousers. I slip on some shoes and quietly make my way out of Brandon’s room.

There doesn’t seem to be anyone around thank god, because I don’t think Brandon will be pleased to find me dressed in just his shirt. The main club room is empty, and so is the bar. I decide to have a look where the game room and Franky’s office are. There’s a load of rooms down there, including a playroom for the kids and an extra TV room.

When I pass Franky’s office, I begin to hear growling and grunts from the gym room. I quietly make my way to the gym’s door and peak through. I spy Brandon, beating up the punching bag and I stand watching him. I love the way his body moves, and because he’s not involved in a fight with Blaze this time, I am able to really appreciate his graceful movements. His muscles dance along his arm and his top is wet through with sweat. He looks