Karma (Kings of Rebellion MC Book 1)

by K. T Fisher

  I hate the smirk on his fucking face but I manage to hold in my rage that is until Andrew lifts me and holds me in his arms like I’m a child. “What the fuck are you doing? Put me down!”

  I realize what I have said and look wide eyed over at the president and Andrew quietly laughs into my ear. The president looks shocked and then bursts into laughter. “What did I tell you boys?” He laughs. “I suggest you put her down Switch, best you keep your distance from her for a while until I can trust you with her.”

  Andrew hurriedly places me back on my feet and the other man, Bomber wraps his hand around my arm.

  “Trust me?” Andrew asks and walks closer to his beloved uncle. “I’m your nephew, I brought her to you! Of course you can trust me!”

  The president holds up his hand to shut him up. “Yes, you’re my nephew and yes you did bring her to me, but only out of revenge. You kept her from me to begin with and look what you have done to her. You damaged her.”

  “It wasn’t just me. Fist and Fury were there too!” Andrew squeals like a child.

  “Pathetic.” I mumble and I’m shocked to hear Bomber laugh quietly beside me.

  Unfortunately, Andrew also hears. He turns and storms over to me. “Shut it, bitch!” His hand rises in the air, ready to slap me and I stand my ground.

  “Switch!” The president roars and Andrew halts in mid-air. “Don’t fucking touch her!”

  Andrew and I continue to stare at each other and I have to hold back my smile. I shouldn’t be happy in this situation, but I am. Poor Andrew, getting told off by his big bad uncle. God I wish I could do a victory dance right now. As he turns and walks away, I don’t miss the word, ‘bitch’ as he walks away and then Bomber silently leads me out. I turn around, panicked at the thought of Natasha being alone. She gives me a quick, small smile as everyone is looking at me, before looking back at the floor.

  “Don’t worry.” The president hooks his finger back under my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Once I’m finished catching up with Silver, I’ll be with you.” And then I’m out the door.

  Bomber leads me down a long hall, and I see more doors like the one Natasha and I are locked inside. How many girls are locked down here?

  I hear the sound of a chain and quickly turn to see the other men leading Natasha in the opposite direction. The men are grinning like idiots and I fear for Natasha.

  Chapter 5

  I hate the walk with Bomber, not so much the man himself, but the fact that I am dirty, bloody and most importantly naked as I pass men and women. Surprisingly the women are the worse out of the two, sure the men stare or whistle and make rude comments, but that’s to be expected! The women though smirk and laugh, like they’re above me and they probably are but if I saw another woman being treated like this, I would do something about it. I might not be successful but I would shout, fight or cause a scene and I sure as hell wouldn’t stay around this shithole! Bitches here are fucked up!

  Bomber just keeps quite as we walk, with his hand still firmly wrapped around my arm. We reach the door and he leads me in. The room is empty, but I know the president is on his way. In the meantime, I take a look around and I’m surprised to see it looks like a regular office. Of course there are knives and guns on his desk instead of paper files and stationary but that’s to be expected around here, I suppose.

  “Nice.” I speak, trying to end the awkward silence between Bomber and me as I stand bare ass in a room with him.

  He looks around the room and I check him out. He’s a good looking guy, shaved head with dark stubble and like the rest he has tattoos all over. He doesn’t appeal to me in the slightest because he belongs here with these monsters.

  “If you like this sort of thing,” He answers. I’m shocked. I didn’t expect him to answer.

  The door opens and I turn expecting to be greeted by the president but instead I see a tall light headed man. He must know I’m here because he searches the room until his eyes settle on me.

  “Well this is who has the Prez all worked up?” He smiles and walks straight up to me. “Hey there beautiful, welcome to the Devil’s Spawn.”

  He reaches up to smooth his hand down my hair and when he reaches the back he pulls my hair so hard I gasp out loud and my head is yanked back so that I am now looking up at the ceiling.

  “Strike,” Bomber warns the newcomer.

  “Shut the fuck up and get out of here, Bomber.” He shouts. “And it’s VP to you!”

  Strike lets go of my hair and I’m able to watch Bomber slowly walking towards the door. “Prez said not to harm her.” He reminds him.

  “That warning was for you dicks, not for me now get the fuck out!” He shouts back at Bomber and regrettably he leaves. I don’t know why, but I felt safer when Bomber was here, now alone with Strike I don’t feel safe at all.

  When Bomber is out the room with the door closed behind him, Strike turns back to me. “Now, where were we?”

  “You were going to take your hands off me.” I snap and I immediately regret it.

  He pushes me backwards with so much force that my back slaps against the wall when I meet it. My neck moves back so fast that it feels as if it’s going to snap. Strike’s eyes are dangerous as he stares at me and I almost shrink away from the impact but I don’t, I try to stay strong.

  “Listen little bitch, you’re the Devil’s property now and I’m the VP so that means you are mine.” He takes hold of my face, keeping me in place. “Be careful how you speak to me, next time I won’t be as forgiving.”

  He shoves me down on my knees and I wince from the pain. I struggle to get out of his hold because I have a feeling I know what he’s about to do. As he goes to undo his belt, he only has the one hand on me and I manage to fight my way from him.

  “Little slut.” He curses as I crawl away from him. I hear the clinking as he gets his belt undone, and panic while crawling towards the door on my hands and knees. I’m fully aware that I am naked but right now that’s the last thing I am worried about. I get to the door in time and rejoice in the fact that Strike left it open. Jumping up, I run through the door and hear Strike yelling behind me. I think that I have got away, until I run into a hard body.

  “I guess it was the right decision to come back.” I look up and see Bomber standing in front of me.

  “Thanks, Bomb.” I hear Strike from behind me and Bomber’s hands tighten on me.

  “Why is she running around alone?” Bomber asks, looking at Strike over my head.

  “Because the little bitch ran away,” Strike grinds out. He doesn’t sound like he wants to be talking to Bomber, like he’s beneath him and by the pissed off look on Bomber’s face and the tension in his hands that are around my arms, I know Bomber doesn’t like Strike either.

  “She managed to run from you?” Bomber asks, sounding amused.

  “He was trying to rape me.” I whisper to Bomber. I don’t know why I feel safe to tell him this after all, he’s exactly like the rest of them.

  I see Bomber’s jaw clench. “Prez said not to harm her.”

  Strike laughs. “I don’t follow his rules. I make my own.”

  “Is that right?” I freeze at the sound of the president’s voice. “Strike, what have you done now?”

  “Demon,” He smiles towards the president. “Everything’s fine, just having some problems with the new bitch.”

  “I see.” The president looks between us all and his eyes end on me. “Is that what has happened?”

  I look at Strike who is glaring at me, and then back at Bomber who nods his head in encouragement.

  I decide I better tell the truth. “Strike told Bomber to leave us, and when we were alone Strike pushed me to my knees and began to hurt me. I ran away and bumped into Bomber.”

  “Little bitch!” Strike shouts and makes a lunge for me.

  “VP!” The president roars and Strike freezes. “Get out of here, now!”

  With one last frown, Strike leaves us to it and the president, who I now kn
ow is called Demon walks towards me. “Thank you for telling me the truth.” He wraps an arm around me, dismissing Bomber and walking me back to his office. “Now, where were we?”

  Chapter 6

  I walk into the room ahead of Demon, and the slamming of the door makes me jump.

  “Relax.” Demon purrs from behind me.

  I’m standing in the middle of the office, surrounded by guns, knives and every other weapon you can think of. There’s a glass cabinet on one wall to show off his deadly gadgets and his guns decorate not only his desk but the walls too. This is a highly dangerous room to be in and not just because of the armoury, but because of the man standing behind me.

  “You’re a beautiful woman.” He says as he circles me. “I see why my nephew kept you all to himself.” Demon strokes my hair and I prepare myself for him pulling on it like Strike did, but he doesn’t. “That is, until you betrayed him.”

  I decide to stay quiet, after all what can I say to that? He’s telling the truth, I did betray Andrew. I just wish I had known more about him because instead of sleeping with his pals, I would have ran away from him and never looked back. Unfortunately for me, I’ve landed myself here and I just hope so damn hard that I can get out.

  “I’m sorry for how my men collected you.” I watch him as he sits on the sofa in front of me and flashbacks replay in my mind. “Your house is safe.” I notice he hasn’t said that I am safe because that of course would be a lie. At least I know my house is though.

  “Thank you.” I speak quietly.

  “You’re very welcome.” He smiles and pats the empty space beside him. I don’t move and I see the rage flash behind his eyes and his face becomes tense. “Sit.” He orders and I decide to do as he says, I am in a room with a dangerous man and his weapons right now. As soon as I move my legs his face relaxes and his smirk returns.

  “Now, I think you may already know some facts.” He continues and I nod my head in response. “What do you know?”

  “That Andrew gave me to you.” I decide to leave out what Natasha told me. I don’t want her to get into trouble, I just hope after seeing her escorted away, she’s ok.

  “Yes, my nephew sold you to the club and now that I’ve met you I can see I have gotten myself a bargain!” He begins to laugh and I grit my teeth to stop my temper. “So, now you belong to me.” He announces proudly.

  “I thought I belonged to the club?” I ask and I realize that was probably the wrong thing to do. Demon’s face turns into a scowl and I see his fist clench on the arm of the sofa.

  “Yes, but I am in charge around here. Meaning you belong to me.” He growls.

  The situation I am in begins to sink in, and settles deep in my empty stomach. Tears begin to roll down my face. I can’t believe Andrew has done this to me! How can you do this to a human being? I wouldn’t do this to my worst enemy, it’s absolutely disgusting.

  “Now, I need to ask you a question.” He quickly speaks, completely ignoring my tears. “Will anyone be looking for you? I need to know what I’ll be dealing with.”

  So, what he really means is that is anyone going to be appearing on the TV, asking for my safe return and police knocking on doors. I’d love to say that I have, but seeing how things ended back home in England, I know that nobody will be searching for me. Even if they were to try and I wasn’t there to answer, they will think that I’m ignoring them and need my space. Typical Lauren.

  “No.” I whisper, looking down toward the floor. “Nobody will be looking for me.”

  Demon places a hand on my naked thigh, I think he’s trying to be comforting but it’s not working. After a few minutes of silence, Demon gets up and crouches down in front of me. I don’t look up from the floor so he firmly lifts my head with one single finger.

  Stroking away my tears, he slightly smiles. “Don’t worry. I will take good care of you. You won’t need to work, or need for anything. I will take care of all your needs. All you have to do is be on your best behaviour and please me.” Demon lets his fingers caress my cheeks and flutter down my arms. “If you are good, you will receive rewards but I must warn you that if you’re not, punishments will be handed out.”

  I feel my eyes widen and my throat dries. Demon chuckles at my response, but I don’t think anything is funny about this shit storm I’ve landed myself in, because technically I have put myself here. I should have known who Andrew really was and I shouldn’t have slept with his friends. I could be at home right now, relaxing in a hot bubble bath.

  “I have a feeling you will be given more punishments than usual. I’ve witnessed that mouth of yours and you need to be careful. It could land you in trouble.” I look around at the weapons surrounding me and have no doubt he will be good on his promise. I need to be on my absolute best behaviour while I’m here, I do not want to be on the receiving end of Demon’s punishments. I will get out of this alive.

  Demon snuggles himself closer into my legs. “You’re a very beautiful girl and if you do things right, you could have a good life with the Devil’s. Maybe even become someone’s old lady.” He grins up at me, but I’m confused.

  “Old lady?” I ask.

  “Right, you don’t know.” He nods his head but doesn’t explain.

  I may not know what an old lady means, but I have a rough idea and the thought makes me sick. I do not want to belong to any of these men in any way.

  Demon spreads my legs and looks hungrily between my thighs. I swallow nervously, I’m scared at what’s coming next but then he frowns and looks furious. “You’re bleeding.”

  I nod my head. “Andrew.” is all I say.

  “I was going to have a little introductory fun, but I guess that will have to wait.” He doesn’t look happy at all, and I have to hide the smile at the thought he is angry at Andrew.

  Demon returns me to the room that I woke up in, no words are exchanged and we walk in complete silence. I’m sad to see that Natasha is not here when we arrive and Demon ties me back to my chains. He gives me a slight nod of his head before the door bags shut and I hear the horrid click of the lock.

  I don’t know how much time goes by, but my eyes snap open when I hear the lock unlatch. I sit up, expecting to see Natasha returning, but instead Strike stands in the doorway. He’s smirking nastily down at me and despite the chill, I break out in a nervous sweat.

  “Hello, bitch.” He sneers. “Have a nice talk with the Prez?”

  I decide to ignore him, and I look away. This turns out to be a bad choice because Strike charges towards me, wrapping his hand around my neck and shoving me back against the wall.

  “Don’t turn away from me, you dirty tramp.” I’ve noticed this guy loves to insult me. “You fucking look at me when I decide to talk to you.”

  Strike then starts to undo my chains, and unlucky for him when he releases my ankles I don’t think about it, I do it. I kick him right in the face and he falls back holding his nose. I try to reach the key with my toes so I can untie my wrists but Strike gets there first. He slaps me across the face so hard I see stars. When I come around Strike has gotten the chains from my wrists free and is now dragging me by my feet.

  “What are you doing?” I ask but he doesn’t answer. “Stop please!”

  He continues to drag me, feet first down the hall and I’m mortified when people pass us by. They don’t seem bothered and that tells me what sort of place this is. My back becomes sore and when it feels like I can’t take any more Strike pauses to unlock a door.

  “You have just made a big mistake, bitch.” He growls before opening the door and dragging me through. He drops my legs and locks the door behind us. “Stand up!” He screams and I manage to get up as quickly as I can on shaky legs. My back and bum feels like they’re on fire but I hold back my wincing. I look him right in the eye because it got me in trouble the last time. It doesn’t take long though because within seconds I’m back on the floor as Strike punches me so hard in the face I fall to the floor crying. As I’m on the floor, I feel blo
od rushing from my nose and then a hard kick in the side as Strike gives me what he’s got. He then grabs me by the hair and throws me over his bed, so I’m bent over and takes me from behind.

  As I stare at the wall in front of me, I ignore Strike’s groaning from behind and silently cry. How the fuck did I get here? I mean, I know how I got here but what did I do? Did I do the wrong things in a previous life or something? I know I’m a bitch and can be a bad person but nobody deserves this.

  When Strike is done with me, he kindly walks me back to my cell and ties me back up and I don’t say a thing. I watch him wordlessly, as blood drips from between my legs and nose. As he leaves he turns to look at his beloved work of art before walking out the door and fucking smiles at me. When I’m alone I let my tears fall. I’m a strong woman but I can feel myself starting to break already.

  Chapter 7

  It feels like a really long time until Natasha comes back, and when a bright light doesn’t shine into the dark room it confirms how long she has been gone. I can’t see her properly either, but that’s not due to the darkness of the room. I don’t want to look at the men, in fact I pretend to be asleep to avoid any confrontation. I listen to the clinking of her chains being locked back together and when the locking of the door is heard I finally open my eyes again.

  “Natasha?” I ask.

  “I’m ok.” She speaks quietly. “Just talk quietly for now.”

  “Is that why you were taken away?” I ask again. “Because we were talking?”

  “No.” She whispers. “I wasn’t chosen yesterday so I was expecting it.”

  She wasn’t chosen? So that means there are more girls than just the two of us being kept in these conditions. There’s an eerie silence, a lot different from earlier.

  “Are you sure you’re ok?” I dare to ask her.