Dark Fall (Back Down Devil MC #3)(10)

“That's f*cked up,” Erik said.

“Does she still do the tongue thing?” Willy asked. “With the swirl…”

Jack nodded. “Yeah. And then with her hand…”

“Shut up!” Erik yelled. “You two can deal with this family mess later. Tell me about the black car.”

“Right,” Jack said. “Okay. So Wanda was… you know… and this car came up. I turned my head, wondering if we were going to get caught. This guy got out of the car in a suit and tie. Looked too fancy to be at a car auction. Then it dawned on me that maybe he was there for that black car. He made a phone call and I heard him ask if the 'present was sent' and then he smiled and said 'terrific.' But there was a way he said it that stuck with me, okay? And when he smiled… he had a gold tooth off to the side…” Jack hooked his own cheek with his pointer finger and pulled. He then said, “Riihheerrr.”

“Then what happened?”

“He left. Got in the car and sped away.”

“Did you get the plates?”

“No,” Jack said. “I looked down and Wanda was looking up at me with those brown eyes of hers…”

Willy came at Jack again and punched him in the side of the head. The two started wrestling again and Erik couldn’t handle anymore. He shot the tires on the car in the garage, flattening two of them. He then pointed the gun at Willy.

“Come on, man,” Willy said.

“Calm down.” Erik looked at Jack. “Think hard, Jack. What else did you see about the man?”

Jack stared at the ground for a few seconds and then his eyes went wide. He slowly lifted his right hand and pointed to the side of his neck.

“What?” Erik asked.

“His neck,” Jack said. “He had a mark… no… uh…” Jack looked at Erik and pointed. “Like your face.”

“Scars?” Erik asked with gritted teeth.

“Yeah,” Jack yelled. “He had a scar on his neck. On the side. That’s all I remember, I swear. I mean, you can’t kill me for that, right? It wasn’t like I had complete focus.”

Jack smiled.

Willy tried to move, but Erik put a hand out and stopped him. Erik held Willy at bay with his left arm as he put his gun away and then made a fist.

“Fuck,” Jack whispered.

Erik threw a hard right and knocked Jack out cold. Jack spun and hit the ground.

“Jack!” Willy cried out. “That’s my f*cking cousin.”

“Hope he wakes up,” Erik said.

He turned and walked from the garage.

He had a mark… like your face…

Erik made fists. He wanted to hurt someone. He wanted to kill someone.

Then Erik caught sight of the woman on the trunk of the car with Blaine. She was looking back at him. Her eyes were big, bright, curious, but not judging. She was actually looking at him, seeing Erik.

Blaine had his hand on the trunk of the car but his fingers were pointed toward the woman. Even from this distance Erik could see that Blaine was trying to make a cheap move at her. Whether he meant to do it or it was just part of his instinctive nature to want *, Erik didn’t know or care. It just bothered him to see it. Of course beautiful women would flock to someone without scars and a dark recent history. It only made sense. Erik knew he was a loose canon. After what happened last night with the guy in the pickup truck, he was surprised Miller didn’t lock him in his room.

Erik walked to the car and grabbed Blaine by the shoulder and pulled.

“We’re done here now,” Erik said. “I got some information.”

Blaine stumbled but didn’t fall. “Yeah, you got it, bro. You good?”

“Walk for a second. I need to figure this situation out.”

“Hey, hey,” Blaine said. “Before we do anything harsh, I can take care of her. Just offering. She can ride back with me and then ride…” Blaine looked at the woman and winked. “my face…”

“Blaine, f*ck off,” Erik said.

Blaine smiled and walked to his motorcycle. Erik crossed his arms and stared at the woman as she slowly slid down from the trunk of the car. She swallowed once, fear coursing through her body. But she kept a tough demeanor.

“What’s the plan?” he asked.

“You’re asking me that? After you just pulled a gun, broke my window, and shot a car in the garage?”

“That’s bullshit stuff,” Erik said. “What’s your plan? Who the f*ck are you?”

“My name is Kaity,” she said. “If that’s what you mean.”

Kaity…

She looked like a Kaity. Thick, dirty blonde hair that was long and messy, yet it looked good. She wore a t-shirt that clung to her tight body and ample chest. Ripped jeans and a spunky attitude made it seem as though she could slip right into the MC life and not look back.

“I don’t pick up hitchhikers,” Erik said. “You have someone to call?”

“No.”

“So what were you going to do?”

“See what was wrong with my car and take it from there. Crash wherever I could.”

Erik rubbed his chin. His middle finger touched one of the marks on his face and he curled his lip. “You interested in my face?”