Dark Fall (Back Down Devil MC #3)(30)

Kaity looked over her shoulder and smiled.

She was trying to get control. Erik curled his lip. He was pissed off because whatever game Kaity was playing, it was working.





thirteen.



The game and the bullshit was about to come to an end. Erik rushed right to her, grabbed her by the arm, and spun her around. His eyes scanned her nude body for a second before he asked, “What did you just say?”

“I saw the plate number on the car.”

“Are you f*cking kidding me? Why didn’t you tell me that sooner?”

“I don’t know,” Kaity said, scrambling.

She feared something like this would happen. She would show that she knew more than the average person. Trained to spot the smallest of details. One of the most common things Kaity did undercover for Brad was spot license plates numbers. She had become a pro at it; finding a way to make a sentence out of the letters and memorizing the numbers like it was a telephone number.

“You remember the plate right now?” Erik yelled.

“Yes.”

“Come on, let’s go.”

Erik pulled Kaity to the door and opened it. She let out a cry and tried to claw at him.

“I’m naked,” Kaity yelled.

“I don’t care. Hurry. You have information I need and then you’re gone.”

“I didn’t sleep with Blaine,” she said again.

“It has nothing to do with Blaine. Fuck.”

“It does. You’re jealous. Worried. I sense it.”

“You’re pushing your luck,” Erik said. He let Kaity go. “Get your clothes on in one minute or I’m dragging you down the hallway butt f*cking naked.”

Erik left the room and Kaity took a few steps back. She put a hand to her chest. She had tempted the angry biker and now was getting burned. Talk about an angry man. But, damn, he was so sexy. Just so sexy. And his body…

Kaity found herself biting her lip trying to convince herself not to get wet again. She dressed herself, sliding still damp panties up to meet her wet body. She rushed to put on her jeans, bra, and shirt, just in time for Erik to open the door and nod.

“Now,” he said.

“I’m ready.”

She walked up to Erik and looked at him. She wasn’t afraid of his face, even if Erik tried to act like everyone else was.

“Where are we going?” Kaity asked.

“Just stay by my side,” Erik said. “And you might survive this.”

Kaity’s mouth ran dry. A comment like that yesterday maybe would have been serious, or even flirty. But right now, after seeing what Erik could do and how he could act, it wasn’t serious, it was a damn threat.

Erik put his hand to her back. Just that touch alone made Kaity melt in her own skin. She closed her eyes for a second and pictured Erik throwing her against one of these walls and ravaging her. Tearing her panties off. Thrusting hard and deep, again.

“We’re going back outside,” Erik said. “You play any f*cking games out here, baby, and there’s no stopping what anyone will do. You’re not taken by any one of us. Got that?”

“Yes,” Kaity said.

Erik opened the door and held it. Kaity walked back outside to a group of angry bikers. Blaine sat on the table and held the severed finger between his forefinger and thumb. He dangled it above his face like he was going to eat it.

“Fuck, man,” Blaine said.

“Put that goddamn thing down,” Miller bellowed.

Blaine dropped the finger. It flopped on the table. Kaity turned and felt her stomach curdle. If there had been food in her stomach, she would have thrown up by now.

“Listen up,” Erik said. “Kaity saw the plates. We can track the car down.”

“What did you say?” Miller asked as he pushed by Nate and Jace.

Gaige was right behind him, a cigarette hanging from his mouth.

“You heard me,” Erik said.

Kaity looked at the group of bikers coming at her. Miller grabbed her arm and pulled her to him. She tried to move back, but Erik was right there, keeping her close.

“You better not be messing around,” Miller said.

“I swear I’m not,” Kaity said. “I wouldn’t lie. I saw it.”

“How clear?” Gaige asked.

“Give me pen and paper,” Kaity said.

Miller looked to Erik. “You trust this one?”

“She took a bullet for me yesterday,” Erik said.

“Where?”

“The leg.”

Miller looked back down at Kaity. “How’s your leg today?”

“Sore,” Kaity said.

“I bet Erik took good care of you,” Gaige said, smiling.

“He f*cking better have,” Blaine called out. “She denied me last night.”

The small group all hooted and whistled.

“Get pen and paper,” Miller said. He looked hard at Kaity. “I’m going to give this number to the police. If it doesn’t track down the car that came here this morning, you’re not going to have a good day. Understand?”

Kaity nodded. “Yes.”

“You’re that confident that you know the number?”

“I’ll wager my life,” Kaity said.