Dark Fall (Back Down Devil MC #3)(45)

“Fuck,” he said.

“What was that?”

“That was for you,” Erik said.

“What?”

Erik grabbed Kaity by the face. “This is serious, Kaity. Very serious. Whoever is coming for the club just tried to kill you. You were supposed to be the one in that car. Not Jack.”

Kaity felt very faint and started to fall. Erik caught her and lifted her as her lips quivered.

“You’re safe, babe,” Erik said. He put his hand in her hair and forced her to look at him. “You’re safe with me. I swear. I’ll never let anyone hurt you.”

Erik didn’t need to say anything else. Enough had been implied. Kaity wasn’t going anywhere whether she wanted to or not. And for a second, Erik was happy that bomb had gone off. He couldn’t have let her go; it would have driven him insane.

“Bro,” Gaige said, “we have to go. Meeting. There’s information, man. This is… this is serious.”

Erik looked over his shoulder at Gaige. Behind Gaige, Willy sat against a car, sobbing. Next to them was Kaity's car in flames with Jack dead in the front seat.

This is serious?

No f*cking shit.





twenty.



Kaity held Erik tight the entire ride back to the clubhouse. She was shaking with fear. She had come close to dying many times already in her life… because of Brad and either his potentially violent hands or the situations he pushed her into. Each time Brad forced her to take on another assignment she knew there was danger involved. There had been many times when she faced the end of a gun or a knife or watched illegal activities happen. But it began to seem normal to her. Until today. Seeing this bombing struck her deep inside. Someone had blatantly tried to kill her to piss Erik off. Whoever was doing this made two huge mistakes. They failed at killing Shay. And now they failed at killing Kaity. But because of their mistakes, Erik's scars haunt him everyday and Jack, the mechanic, was dead.

When they arrived at the clubhouse, it was chaos. There were motorcycles everywhere and a lot of activity going on.

Shay and Jace were outside, smoking. They threw their smokes to the ground and ran to Gaige. They were all talking. Nate held the door open for Erik and Kaity. Nate touched Kaity’s arm and asked, “Is she okay?”

“She’s fine,” Erik replied. “She wasn’t in the car. Or near it.”

“Fuck,” Nate said. He looked at Kaity. “Come inside. It’s safe here.”

Kaity knew it was safe in the clubhouse, but she wasn't sure how welcome she really was or how long she would be welcome there.

At the bar, it seemed the entire group of guys waited for a drink. Miller, Blaine, and Griffin all screamed for faster service. Erik stayed with Kaity, holding her wrist at first but eventually sliding down and taking her hand. When Kaity felt Erik’s fingers interlock with hers she felt a lot of emotions. She felt comforted. She felt safe. It made her think of when Erik held her hands over her head as he f*cked her. It turned her on. Her mind spun. Her heart raced. The MC was moving fast now and Kaity knew something big was going to happen.

“Meeting,” Miller boomed at Erik.

“Got it,” Erik said. “I need to make sure Kaity is safe first.”

Erik walked Kaity to the end of the hall and when they made the turn, he stopped, pulled, and then pushed Kaity against a wall. She hit with a thud and cringed.

Erik stared daggers at her.

The seconds ticked by, Kaity wondering just what was going to happen. She never meant to say anything to Erik that would make him not trust her. The truth was that, yes, she had been a rat. She worked for a detective who had been working her illegally. At the end of it all, Kaity only had regret, pain, and the nightmares. The police force barely did anything to honor Brad when he was killed and Kaity was simply paid to go the hell away and stay away. Only Kaity knew the truth and she kept that close. If she was revealed as the one who took out Brad, she would never see light of day again.

When Erik moved at her, Kaity flinched. But then Erik’s hands held her face. His body pressed against hers.

“You think I would hit you?” he asked.

“No. I don’t know. You’re so angry, Erik.”

“That’s just me,” he said. “Get used to it.”

He kissed Kaity, stealing her breath and thoughts. His tongue was delicious and commanding. His hands reached down and hurried to open Kaity’s pants. When the kiss broke for a second, Kaity let out a much needed groan.

“What the hell are we doing?” she asked.

“I’m going to f*ck you against this wall,” Erik said.

“What if someone sees?”

“Do you really care?”

Kaity shook her head and put her hand to Erik’s zipper on his jeans. “No. I don’t give a f*ck anymore. I just want you, Erik. I want you to believe that.”

“Just stop talking and let me f*ck you.”

Erik moved Kaity’s hand out of the way. He unzipped himself and Kaity looked down to watch. His hand momentarily was gone and then Erik revealed himself. Long, thick, hard. She bit her lip, remembering that she had this fantasy. To have Erik hold her against a wall and f*ck her. And it was going to happen.

Erik kissed her neck and then put his lips to her ears. “Pants, panties. Drop them now.”