Dark Fall (Back Down Devil MC #3)(42)

“I’m not a rat,” Kaity said as her voice cracked. She felt so exposed, sitting there naked, thinking she and Erik had just shared something special. “I helped…”

“Let it the f*ck go,” Erik said. “Look at me. Look at my face. Look at my life. I’m going to die seeking my own revenge. I’m not going to let you do the same.”

“What do I want revenge on?” Kaity yelled.

“Yourself,” Erik said. “That’s why you took that bullet. You want to die, babe. So go find a way to die.”

Erik disappeared into the bathroom and Kaity sat in disbelief. She didn’t want to believe a word coming from Erik’s mouth, even if it was all truth.

She just thought for a second she had someone to share the pain and doubt with. Someone to care about. Maybe someone to love.





nineteen.



I’m just a f*cking biker… my life is Back Down Devil… my blood is for the MC… my soul is for the open road… my death waits alongside me, a passenger waiting to take over…

The water hit Erik’s body and no matter how much he turned up the hot water, it still felt cold. This connection with Kaity was too much. And now she confessed she had been a rat for some detective who used her and ordered her around and then f*cked her whenever he wanted to.

Erik made a fist and slammed it off the tile. He wanted to kill everything and everyone, including himself. This shit couldn’t happen anymore. Instead of thrusting into Kaity he should have been out there looking for the person who tried to kill him. Instead of hiding in a bedroom, sharing feelings and emotions, he should have been on his motorcycle, roaring like dark thunder, seeking out those who tried - and failed - to kill him.

In the shower, Erik looked down at his own body. He thought of all the places Kaity’s hands had touched him. Invisible marks all over his body. His cock throbbed for a moment and Erik gripped himself. He wanted to go back to bed and have her again. There wasn’t enough of Kaity to have. That scared him. He never used and reused a woman before. The relievers knew their place and job. But Kaity wasn’t a reliever. She was just something else. Something special.

She’s a f*cking rat, bro. A… rat…

Erik shut his eyes tight and forced all the thoughts away. He turned the water off. He dried, dressed, and stood in the dark bedroom. He looked at Kaity's shadowy figure. She was on her right side, but he knew she wasn’t sleeping. Yet he got into the bed next to her and put his hands behind his head. He stared at the dark ceiling and questioned why he hadn’t been killed that day the bomb went off. All of this shit right now would have been irrelevant.

The next morning Erik woke and threw himself from the bed. He stumbled to a dresser and caught himself. He ran his hands over his face and looked back. Of course Kaity was in the bed. She looked at him and her eyes were sad.

Not my problem.

“Eat and then we leave,” Erik said.

“Erik,” Kaity whispered. “Can’t we talk?”

Erik grabbed his leather cut and put it on. He shook his head. There was no talking. There was no more bullshit.

“Ten minutes,” he said as he stood at the door. “If not, I send Blaine in with a couple other guys and they take you out of here.”

“Erik…”

But he was already gone.

Erik left the room and went down the hallway with his hands in fists and his heart feeling like it was going to just quit. At the corner of the hall, Erik stopped and pulled his gun out. He put it to his chin and turned around. If he shot now, he’d spray his brains all over the hallway to the main part of the clubhouse.

Do it, man. Just f*cking do it.

“Yo, brother.”

Erik put the gun down and turned. Blaine stood with a mug in his left hand. With his right hand he slapped himself in the face a few times.

“Blaine,” Erik said.

“Miller wants to talk,” Blaine said. “Heard Gaige and Nate saying something about information. Might be good for us.”

“Yeah,” Erik said. “I’ll be there soon. Have to take care of something on my own first. I’ll be back soon though, bro. And this shit is f*cking getting settled once and for all. I’m done waiting.”

“Whoa, whoa,” Blaine said.

He put an arm out and Erik grabbed it. He twisted and Blaine’s coffee mug went flying through the air. Erik put Blaine’s face to the wall.

“I’m not f*cking around,” Erik growled.

Blaine turned and broke the hold. He grabbed Erik by the throat, surprising him. He walked Erik to a wall and pressed harder. Erik gagged for a second and then Blaine started to lift him. All air was cut from Erik’s body.

“You want to f*cking die, man?” Blaine asked. “Then die. You really want this?”

Erik nodded. “Yyyeeesss…”

“Good,” Blaine said. “I’m sick of your f*cking shit here. Got it? You think we all don’t want the same, bro? You think we all don’t get it? Fuck you, Erik. Fuck you, brother.”

“Kkkiilllmmeee…”

Erik watched Blaine’s lip curl and his eyes widen. If there was one guy who had the balls and insane mind to kill someone in the club, it was Blaine. Maybe that’s why Erik had been poking at him for so long. To get to this moment.