Dark Fall (Back Down Devil MC #3)(13)

Blaine glanced at Kaity for a split second. Erik did the same and his lip curled. When she saw the anger in Erik's eyes she finally realized how dumb it was to come out from the building. If the other two men noticed her, they were going to kill her.

Dead wasn’t good.

Dead would take her back to him. Brad.

That couldn’t happen.

“Just shoot me,” Erik said. “I don’t have time for this shit.”

The man fired both guns, moving them up so the bullets didn’t come near Erik. He didn’t even flinch. He just stood like a statue, unafraid.

Erik was really going to take bullets. He wanted to die.

“The next ones won’t miss,” the man warned.

“Fucking prove it,” Erik said.

“Don’t do this,” Blaine said. “Holy f*cking Christ, man. We can talk…”

“PULL THE TRIGGER,” Erik growled.

The man had the guns pointed at Erik. This was a do or die moment and from experience, Kaity knew the man would do it because of the conditions. She had seen last second decisions change everything. Before she could stop herself, Kaity was the one making a last second decision that would change everything.

She couldn’t stand the sight of the guns pointed at Erik. She couldn’t stand the idea that he would die without care. She couldn’t stand to see more bullshit in her life and more things taken away.

Kaity ran out from the comfort of the shadows. She waved her hands and started to yell.

Everything went to hell and back in a second.

At first all she heard was screams. Erik’s voice overpowered everyone else. Blaine yelled something about f*ck. The two men with the guns were screaming, but she couldn’t make out what they said.

Kaity looked to the left and saw the man had taken his sights off Erik and set them on her. Her body froze and as she fell, one of the guns went off. A hot, stinging pain went through her left leg. She flipped over on the ground and slammed her head down, the helmet actually coming to use.

Erik reached into one of his boots and pulled out another handgun. He lifted the gun and shot once, hitting the man in the neck. Blood shot out of his neck, his head snapped to one side, and his eyes went wide. He collapsed, probably dead before he hit the ground.

Now the tables were turned.

Erik and Blaine had their weapons on the other man. He quickly dropped his weapons and put his hands up.

Kaity's leg was in so much pain. She looked down and saw blood. The entire day played through her mind, but she couldn’t figure out where it all really went wrong. Mostly because what went wrong went back further than she cared to really think about.





six.



Oh… f*ck…

Erik took a step closer to Kaity where she remained on the ground. His eyes were locked on the other biker still alive and standing. His hands were up, and he was shaking his head.

“Please… it wasn’t my idea…”

“Take the shit off your face,” Erik said. “Now.”

The man tore the bandana off his face.

“Helmet,” Blaine said.

He unsnapped his helmet and let it fall back to the ground.

“Who are you riding with?”

The man ignored the question. Blaine took a step forward. The man stepped back, but when he did he stepped into his own helmet, twisted his ankle, and fell to the ground. He screamed in pain and on the back of his leather, Erik saw the patch.

Eight Under.

These motherf*ckers wouldn’t go away. If it was a war, then it needed to be ended. They needed to all face each other and settle this shit once and for all.

Erik walked up to him and kicked him in the face. The man’s head seemed to spin completely around. He fell to the side, his hands up, blood everywhere already.

“Look at him bleed,” Blaine said.

“Fucking prick,” Erik said.

Erik turned and walked to the man he killed. He rolled him to his stomach. Sure enough, another piece of shit from Eight Under. Erik kicked over the bike the guy had been riding. Then he looked back at Kaity. She was still on her ass, but she was trying to find a way to stand up. Her left leg stuck straight out and when Erik saw the spot of blood, he rushed over to help her.

“Fuck,” he whispered. He had never meant for this woman to get in the crossfire of a club problem.

Erik dropped to his knees, chains hitting the ground. He put his gun down and his hand to her leg just below her knee.

“How bad?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” Kaity said.

“How bad does it hurt?”

“It stings. A lot.”

“Look at me, Kaity.”

Kaity looked at Erik. He gauged her eyes and the color of her face. She looked pretty normal, considering she had just been mixed up in a shootout and took a bullet.

When Kaity tried to look down, Erik put a hand to her chin. “Keep looking at me, babe.”

“Okay,” Kaity whispered.

Erik unclipped the helmet and took it from her head. Her hair was a mess. A few strands fell to her face and Erik used the back of his fingers to move it out of the way.

“What the f*ck were you thinking?” Erik asked. “You have no idea…”

“You were going to die,” Kaity said. “I didn’t want to see you die without knowing why…”