Karma (Kings of Rebellion MC Book 1)

by K. T Fisher

  Chopper doesn’t say anything and leaves us alone, locking the door behind him of course.

  “Are you ok?” I ask her but there’s no answer. I remember back to when I first came here and Natasha tried to talk to me. “You can trust us.” I promise.

  But it’s no use, she doesn’t talk at all, even Natasha has a go. Poor girl has totally shut down. I can’t believe how tiny and fragile she looks; she shouldn’t be here at all.

  For the rest of the day I constantly think about her. Natasha and I have short conversations but she still doesn’t join in. I really fear for her, the men here will eat her alive.

  After waking the next morning, the door unlocks and my heart drops to see Strike in the door, beaming down at the young girl.

  “Time to meet the boss, little girl.” He rubs his hands together and I feel sick.

  I then realize that my chains are closer to the new girl than they are to Natasha. So when Strike leans down and goes to undo her chains I jump at the chance for payback. Even if I will regret it later, I can’t just watch as he takes her away. I stand quickly and spit down at him. Strike obviously doesn’t like this and stands to face me. I see my chance and slap him. I try as hard as I can and while he stands in shock, I kick him in the stomach too.

  “Holy shit,” Natasha mumbles.

  “Fucking bitch!” Strike yells.

  “Leave her alone!” I shout back. “She’s too young, fucking leave her alone!”

  Strike backhands me so hard I fall against the wall. “Don’t fuckin touch me again.”

  I hear footsteps and when I look up I see more bikers. They help Strike undo my chains and when they do Strike grabs me by the feet and drags me out the room. I’m in pain and I know what’s coming, but I would rather me than the new girl.

  As I’m being dragged away, I realize that I’ve changed. Before, the old me would have selfishly let Strike take the girl away and save myself but not now. Seems this hell hole is good for certain things, like changing a bitch.

  Chapter 15

  “Now Raven, do you see why you have to be good?” Demon asks as I hang from the ceiling.

  Strike brought me straight to his president and he knew just what to do with me. My wrists are tightly bound with rope, my arms raised above my head and secured to the ceiling. I haven’t had any feeling in my arms for some time now, I’m guessing roughly twenty minutes.

  Together, president and VP have used me as their entertainment, punishing me for standing up for someone else, a young girl who shouldn’t be here. They have used so many knives on me that my skin is covered in my own blood. My head hangs down from loss of energy and I’d rather look at my own bloodied body than the men in front of me.

  I hear Strike stomp over to me. “Fucking answer, bitch!” And he lands a punch on my jaw and then adds a few more just for the fun of it.

  I spit out blood onto the floor. “Fuck you.”

  Spike goes in for another but Demon stops him. Oh how very gentlemanly of you.

  “Let’s not knock her out VP. We need her to talk.” Demon demands.

  “She hasn’t spoken the whole time she’s been here!” Strike complains.

  “Raven, I ask you again. Do you now understand why you have to behave?” Demon asks again. “I don’t like to see you like this.”

  I can’t help but laugh. “I understand.” I answer. “That you’re all sick bastards.”

  “Then you leave me no choice.” Demon steps back, letting Strike step forward in his place. “Strike will see that you get what you need.”

  Demon leaves his office and I glare at the smirking face of Strike. “Well, it’s just the two of us.” He beams.

  Without warning, he sucker punches me in the stomach and I let out a loud moan. Strike laughs and pulls my head back, kissing my lips and I almost puke right there. His mouth on mine makes me want to gag. Strike pulls harder on my hair and I feel it being ripped from my scalp. I feel another punch in my stomach and he lets me go. I begin to cough and this makes him laugh again. “Looks like you will have some bruises tomorrow.” He boasts.

  This continues for some time, I don’t know how long because I lose track of time and also my consciousness.

  When I wake, not only does my body feel sore but also in between my legs. It doesn’t take a genius to guess what he did while I was out of it.

  “What the fuck?” I hear and slowly lift my head. My eyelids feel heavy but I manage to see Bomber by the door and he looks horrified. “Raven?”

  I moan in answer and he rushes towards me. “Bomber?” I ask.

  “Yeah, it’s me. Hold on a sec while I get you down.” He gets out his knife and hacks at the rope above me. They fall down in front of me and I scream out in pain. “What is it?” He panics.

  “My arms,” I croak and he massages them for me, trying to bring back my circulation but it fucking kills.

  Bomber releases my wrists and then carefully picks me up. I hear a lot of swearing as he holds me and I struggle to stay awake. Bomber takes me to the showers and holds me up while he washes away as much blood as possible. The water stings my cuts and Bomber curses a lot more.

  “Why are you here?” I ask him.

  “Because you’re hurt.” He points out.

  “No, you’re not like them.” I argue. It’s obvious he is not like the other members I have come across.

  “Because my dad is here,” He answers.

  “Your dad?” I ask, completely shocked.

  “Enough questions.” He moans and wraps me in a towel. When I’m dry enough he carries me again and barges into another room. “Dad, she needs help.”

  I look up to see who Bomber’s dad is and see the bearded man who took care of me before. He’s Bomber’s dad?

  “Jesus!” Bomber’s father shouts. “How much longer are they going to do this?”

  “As long as they can get away with it,” Bomber answers and carefully places me down on a bed.

  “Ok darling,” His dad looks me over. “Let me take a look at you.”

  “What’s your name?” I ask him.

  “Horny Bill,” He replies with a mischievous grin. “But you can call me Bill.”

  “Gladly.” I giggle and then my eyes become very heavy.

  Chapter 16

  “Lauren?” I hear Natasha’s voice from a distance.

  “Is she ok?” Says a voice I don’t recognize.

  “I don’t know.” Natasha panics. “Lauren!” My eyes open with a struggle and I go to sit up. “Don’t get up, stay lying down.” Natasha orders.

  That’s fine by me, everything on my body hurts. I feel like I’ve been ran over by a truck!

  “Are you ok?” I look around and see the new girl looking over at me.

  “You’re talking.” I point out and she smiles.

  “Yeah, I kind of figured that I owe you that much.” She wraps her arms around herself and my heart drops for her.

  “You’re British.” I point out and she nods.

  “Never mind where she’s from.” Natasha jumps in. “How are you? What happened?”

  I look around the room, confused because the last time I was awake I was with Bomber and his dad, Horny Bill. At the thought of his name I laugh a little and Natasha shakes her head.

  “I don’t see what’s funny here.” She doesn’t look happy.

  “I know.” I slowly sit up to face them both and give them a shortened description on what I’ve been through. Natasha stays quiet but the new girl keeps gasping every time I mention something.

  She begins to cry. “Oh my god,” She sobs. “This is my fault. I should have just gone with him. Look at what they have done to you.”

  “I’m fine.” I try to reassure her. “I did it for you, it’s about time I started thinking of other people besides myself.”

  “Trying to make up for your past is fine Lauren, but don’t risk yourself like that again. It’s stupid.” Natasha scolds me.

  “Have you seen her, Tash?” I ask. “I couldn�
��t just stand by.”

  “No she’s right.” New girl adds. “Please don’t do that to yourself again. If something bad happened, I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself.”

  Just then, the door opens and Bomber sneaks in. He’s holding sandwiches in his hands and passes one to each of us. “Make sure you eat them all, I don’t want them finding you with these.” He then hands me a small chocolate bar. “My dad told me to give you these for your sugar levels.”

  “Thank you.” I whisper, I haven’t received an act of kindness in a long time.

  “Why are you helping us?” Natasha asks him, not touching her sandwich.

  “Because I’m not like all those fuck ups, and I’m working on helping you.” He turns to the new girl. “Hold on, Elise.”

  He quickly leaves the room and I look at the new girl in confusion. “Elise?” I ask, nibbling on my chocolate.

  “Yes,” She nods. “That’s my name and I’m here because of my father.”

  “He sold you?” Natasha asks, finally starting on her sandwich.

  “No, my father is the best man I know. I’m here because Demon hates him. He found me and took me as blackmail.” She begins to cry again. “I hope he will find me again.”

  “He will.” I tell her. “He won’t stop until he finds you.”

  I may be giving her false hope, but I don’t like to see her so sad. I want her to have hope. If you lose hope in this place, that’s when it will get you down.

  “Why does Demon hate your dad?” Natasha asks.

  “My dad is a member of the Kings’ of Rebellion.” She says it like it explains everything. “You don’t know them?”

  “I didn’t know anything about this life until I was sold into it.” I respond.

  Elise frowns. “My uncles club isn’t anything like this. He’s the president of the Kings, his son is the VP and my dad is their head of security. Which is fucked up seeing as I’m here? The Devils hate the Kings, because they don’t have to do shit like this to make money. I came out here with my dad from one of the English charters, and that’s how I’m here.”

  “How did Bomber know you?” Natasha asks.

  “I’ve met him a few times, but I didn’t know he was a Devil. Otherwise I wouldn’t have spoken to him.” She sounds pissed and I wonder if something’s happened between them.

  We go through everything for her, just like how Natasha did for me when I arrived. We exchange stories to get to know her better and if it wasn’t for the whole naked and captive part, this would have been a good girl’s chat.

  Chapter 17

  Elise has been here for about a week now and thankfully she hasn’t been taken out the room, nor have I, but that’s only because of my injuries. I’m covered in different shades from my bruises and I have no doubt I will have some lasting scars. Unfortunately, Natasha has taken up the slack and I feel bad. She has mostly been out the room and it’s had an effect on her. She’s more quiet than usual and sleeps most of the time when she’s back here in the room with us.

  That’s where Natasha is now. Curled up in her corner and getting as much sleep as she can. Elise is quiet too. I’m worried about her as well. She talks like she’s tough but I have no doubt she’s had a sheltered and cared for life with her family. She hasn’t had to struggle like myself and Natasha.

  “Where in the UK are you from?” Elise whispers over to me.

  “I’m originally from London, but I’ve lived in America for about five years now.” I answer. “What about you?”

  “Wow. I live not far from London. It’s a quiet place but not abandoned quiet, just not as crazy as London.” She giggles.

  Just like Natasha, Elise is becoming a good friend in this hell. Even more reason for us to get out of here.

  The clicking of the lock puts an end to our good moods. Demon walks in this time and smiles at us all. Natasha has managed to wake up and Demon gives her a wider smile, glad that his efforts have tired her out.

  “So girls, how are you getting on with Baby?” He asks, looking down at Elise.

  He’s called her Baby? That’s just sick! She’s too fucking young to be here and he’s making a joke out of it and branding her.

  Demon comes to crouch in front of me, three of his men standing by the door. “Are you going to give me more trouble, Raven?” He asks, stroking my hair. “You know I didn’t like what I had to do, but it had to be done.” He kisses me on the forehead and I fight not to cringe away from him.

  He slowly makes his way to Elise who has her knees bent up with her arms wrapped around them, almost hiding herself. “Look how pretty you are, Baby.” He praises her. “Why don’t we have a little chat?”

  He holds out his hand and Elise looks over to me. Almost immediately Demon’s guards come and stand in front of me, blocking me from Demon and Elise. She has no choice but to stand, Andrew gets to work and relieves her of her chains. I cry as I watch her go, and hear Natasha doing the same. I can’t handle the thought of her tiny body being abused by him. How can she handle that? Will he pass her around, introduce her to everyone?

  “She’s going to be ok.” Natasha reassures me.

  “You really believe that?” I snap and she doesn’t answer.

  Elise doesn’t come back, and my fear doubles the longer she is gone. I can’t sleep without her here. I have to be awake to see how she is when she returns. I don’t think I could get any sleep even if I tried.

  Chapter 18

  Eventually Bomber carries Elise back, and she looks in a really bad way. I go to ask what happened but he shakes his head at me and I drop it.

  “Elise?” I ask as Bomber leaves, but she doesn’t answer me. She doesn’t acknowledge me at all, or even cry! Elise sits and stares into silence, when I ask again I get the same response. Nothing.

  I continue to watch her as she suffers in silence. I don’t know what to do, Natasha is the smart one but she’s not here. While we were waiting for Elise to return, Natasha was taken out by another club member. So I’m here alone because Elise obviously isn’t in the same room as me mentally, she’s somewhere else entirely.

  My chain link is quite close to Elise’s, so I’m able to go over to her if needed. As I continue to watch her I decide I can’t see her like this. I don’t really know her that well, but I know enough to know that outside this cell, she’s a very happy girl and right now she’s cracking. I crawl over to her, careful not to hurt my existing injuries. I reach out to her hand and wrap it in mine, letting her know that I am here and she’s not alone.

  Around roughly ten minutes later, I feel her hand squeeze mine. “Elise?”

  She blinks and I make out a couple of tears dripping down her cheeks. She takes a huge intake of air and then turns to face me.

  “Lauren.” She cries, as if she didn’t know I was already here.

  “I’m here.” I tell her, letting her crumble in my arms.

  ***

  Chopper takes away our lunch trays, locking the door behind him. God I hate the sound of that fucking lock.

  “Tell me about your sister?” Elise asks.

  “Maisy?” I ask and she nods. “Well, she’s for sure the best sister to have.”

  “Why is that?” She asks.

  “Because, she has put up with my shit for so long. She deserves an award for not sending me here herself.” I laugh.

  “Don’t be silly.” Elise scolds. “From what you have told me, that was a different girl.”

  I told Elise everything about my life, apart from the fact that my sister is with a world famous rock star. I won’t even tell Natasha, because I will protect my sister first, before anyone else. Better late than never I suppose. I’m scared that if anyone discovers who my sister is and who she is with, then they will use me to blackmail her. That’s the last thing I want.

  “I don’t know about that.” I answer her.

  “I do.” She quickly responds. “When you tell me about your past and what got you here, it sounds like a completely different person.
”

  “Yeah well, just make sure you keep your distance when we’re out of here and your boyfriend too.” I laugh again but nobody else joins in.

  “That’s fucked up.” Natasha adds. “So, what’s your club like, Elise?”

  “A lot better than this one,” She snaps. “The Devil’s give bikers a bad name.”

  “So, your dad’s club is squeaky clean?” Natasha enquires.

  “I wouldn’t say clean.” Elise admits. “But they do what they have to do, but they would never do this. The Kings’ respect women, in fact some members love them a little too much.”

  “Sounds like my kind of club.” I joke.

  “When my dad finds me, I will make sure they save you two as well.” She promises and as lovely as it is, I fear that I will never get out of here.

  I manage to get back to sleep. Apart from being abused, sleeping is the only other thing to do here. Elise noticed that I was struggling with my injuries and told me to rest my head on her lap. She started to play with my hair, and like a baby I was out.

  “Well, well, well, what do we have here?” I hear Demon snicker.

  I sit up and find Demon and Strike in the room with us.

  “If I knew you liked Raven that much, I would have paired you two up.” Strike teases Elise.

  “I was helping her sleep.” Elise argues and I squeeze on her hand to warn her.

  “Watch who you’re fucking talking to!” Strike screams back.

  “Anyway,” Demon interrupts. “You girls need to take a visit to Tracy. We need you for the party tonight.”

  Other members walk inside and help set us loose. Elise looks a little confused and I remember she hasn’t attended a party yet. I’ve only experienced three since my stay here and I feel that’s three too many. I struggle with some of the men, so I dread to think of Elise in that environment.