Dark Fall (Back Down Devil MC #3)(27)

What if she was? What would happen then? Erik owed nobody an explanation. He never answered to anyone before and he wouldn't start now. Especially to a woman.

After getting a second cup of coffee, Erik ate another piece of bacon. He lifted the coffee mug to his lips and heard a scream. It was a harrowing scream and Erik immediately knew it was Kaity’s voice.

“What the hell,” Erik said.

He dropped the coffee mug and it tipped over. He dove from the bar and ran to the door. After damn near tearing it off its hinges, he yelled, “GET HELP!” and charged outside. He looked around and saw Kaity on her hands and knees next to a table.

“Kaity!” he bellowed as he ran to her.

He dropped down and touched her back. She turned her head and looked at him. He moved her hair out of her face. Kaity swatted a hand at him.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“The f*cking box,” Kaity said. “Get it the f*ck away from me.”

“Are you hurt?” Erik asked.

“No.”

Erik stood and stared down at Kaity. She sat up on her knees and ran a hand through her hair. It was no surprise that his first thought was that she was at the perfect height to suck his dick.

He moved away and looked at the table.

“Oh f*ck,” Erik said at the sight of the finger.

It was a pinky finger.

He shook his head, knowing it was another one of Jonesy’s fingers.

“Kaity, come here right now,” Erik said.

“I’m fine,” she said.

Erik wasn’t going to take bullshit from a woman. He reached down and grabbed Kaity’s arm.

“I gave you a f*cking order,” he bellowed.

Kaity thrashed, but Erik knew he was stronger. He grabbed her other arm and lifted Kaity to her feet. He planted her down and then spun her around. Now wasn’t the time for baby bullshit and jealousy.

When Kaity spun, she swung a fist - not a hand, but a fist - and connected with Erik’s face. It made his head snap back and actually shocked him. He’d been bitch-slapped hundreds of times in his life, but never punched by a woman.

“Holy f*ck,” he said, rubbing his chin.

Kaity winced and cradled her fist.

“How did that feel?” he asked.

“Good,” Kaity whispered.

“What the hell are you doing out here? How did that get here?” Erik pointed to the finger.

“Whose is that?”

“I asked you a f*cking question,” Erik said. “Do you not realize this is life or death here?”

“Are you going to kill me? Why did you bring me here?”

Erik shook his head. “Christ. Just answer the question.”

“I walked to the gate and a car pulled up and threw the package out the window. Okay? I took it and then realized maybe it was a bomb or something.”

“So you opened it?” Erik yelled.

What the hell is wrong with this woman? Seriously…

“I know what I’m doing,” Kaity said.

She looked so shaken up.

Erik moved slow and reached for Kaity’s wrists. He took them and pulled her up. She fell forward and crashed against his body. His arms were around her and he squeezed tight.

“That was stupid to do,” Erik said.

“Maybe. I don’t know. I woke up this morning, alone, and was going to just leave. I’m in the way, obviously.”

“Because of what you saw last night?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“You’re right. It doesn’t.” Anger moved through Erik’s body. “Did Blaine… last night…”

Kaity moved away from Erik. “Yeah. He came to the room. Said you sent him to take care of me.”

Erik opened his mouth but before he could speak, the door opened and out came Miller, Gaige, Nate, and Blaine. They ran to the table and all froze in place. Each man offered their own f*ck. Miller turned and punched a thin metal sign, knocking it off the wall to the ground.

“This is out of hand,” Gaige said. “He’s going to kill Jonesy limb by limb.”

“Fuck,” Miller growled again.

“How did it get in here?” Blaine asked.

“Kaity found it,” Erik said. “Thought it was a bomb so she took care of it.”

“You know how to diffuse a bomb?” Nate asked looking right at Kaity.

Erik stepped in front of Kaity. “What does it matter? What are we going to do about this?”

“Give me a minute here,” Gaige said. “Christ.”

“Take her the hell inside,” Miller ordered Erik.

Erik grabbed Kaity by the arm and walked her back into the clubhouse. Kaity pulled and twisted, breaking free of Erik’s hold.

“Hey!” he yelled.

He reached again but Kaity was faster. She threw a barstool to the ground. Erik tripped into it, then stepped on it, breaking one of the wooden legs. Kaity came at him, swinging at his face again. This time, Erik moved to side and dodged the punch. He never had a woman try to attack him before.

She was wild.

Erik took his chance and grabbed Kaity by the waist. He lifted her into the air, sat her on the bar and forced himself between her legs. With one hand, he held her wrists behind her back. It made it so Kaity’s chest pressed against Erik’s chest. He tried not to think about it, but that was f*cking impossible. Those ample, firm breasts pressing so hard…