Dark Fall (Back Down Devil MC #3)(51)

Strokner took his cell back and the SUV started to move. Miller leaned against his motorcycle. He looked around the lot. Erik scanned the lot too, trying to come up with a plan.

“We should move the motorcycles out of here. Then when we make the kill, we flee. I don’t know if they would try to lock this place down. Or if they ever had problems before.” Erik pointed to a spot that seemed hidden. “Right there nobody will see the rides. When we run, we hop on and f*cking roll.”

“I like that,” Shay said. “Doesn’t help us once we’re in there.”

“Once we’re in there, I can’t be held responsible for anything,” Miller said. “We just have to move fast. Everyone has a weapon. Make the kill and keep moving. We have until the end of the fight to get out of there.”

“With Kaity,” Erik said.

Erik saw the look in Miller’s eyes. Kaity had now become sacrificial. Erik shook his head. There was no way he was going to leave without Kaity. The silence that followed was uncomfortable. Miller adverted his eyes to look at the building.

Erik understood it. This was about the MC. This was about revenge. What it wasn’t about was falling in love or playing the tough, romantic guy. This wasn’t some dumb chick flick. This was real life. The men inside this building were rich and powerful. One of the men had a direct hand in the bombing that almost took Erik’s life.

“Let’s move,” Erik finally said. “I can’t wait around. Maybe we can get in there and get lucky.”

They walked across the lot to the side door of the warehouse. Two men stood with their arms folded, another with a notebook. Before the man could speak a word, Strokner appeared from nowhere and explained they were all there for the fight. The man wrote down Kaity’s name and Miller gave the man a wad of cash.

Then they were let inside.

The warehouse was massive and everyone's voices bounced off the tall walls and high ceilings. There were small platforms built around the center of the floor, which was nothing but hard concrete. One good punch or one hard fall could end a fight in a matter of seconds.

Erik roughly estimated there to be about a hundred men. In the middle of the floor he counted eight women. Some were tall and dark. Some were short. The women for the most part were simply beautiful. They were just like the relievers back at the clubhouse, just trying to earn their way into the comfort of protection and money. The difference was that these businessmen had to pay for protection while the MC was the protection.

“Split this up,” Gaige said.

He started to spout off orders as to who went where. Erik held Kaity’s hand tight. He thought about calling this off. It suddenly didn’t seem right to do to her. She had proven enough already, right?

Erik looked down at Kaity and she looked scared to death.

“Fuck,” he whispered.

“Gentlemen!” a voice yelled.

Strokner stood just a few feet away with a cigar in his mouth.

“We’re busy here,” Miller said.

Strokner lit the cigar, puffed on it, and stepped close to the group. “I have some information for you.”

“What’s that?” Erik asked.

“Your friend, Mr. Arengson is right on the other side of the warehouse. And he’s not alone…”

Strokner smiled.

Erik broke his hold on Kaity’s hand and went forward, pushing into the crowd to get a look across the warehouse. Right there on the other side stood two men. Even from the distance it was easy to see the scar on his cheek. When the other man turned his head, he revealed a scar on his neck.

These were the guys… the guys who almost killed me… the motherf*ckers that started this war… the guys who made death feel so easy to me… the guys who left me scarred and wanting to swallow a bullet…

Erik turned and his body was on fire. He looked at Kaity and simply pointed.

“Go,” he said. “Fight. Now.”

Kaity nodded and rushed to him. She went up on her toes and kissed his cheek. “I want to tell you… just in case… I’m falling in love with you…”

Kaity slipped away and Erik didn't know what to do.

Stuck between heaven and hell, living and dying, romance and pain.

It would all end soon.

Very soon.





twenty-four.



Kaity walked down to the floor and looked around. It was a crazy sight. So many men. Talking, laughing, drinking, smoking. Powerful men with a lot of money and the urge to watch two women fight each other. To the left was a small area where it seemed most of the women were gathering. Kaity made her way in that general direction. As she walked, men catcalled and whistled, and some even grabbed at her.

Hey pretty thing!

Shake that ass!

Look at those tits… f*ck…

By the time Kaity made it to the group of women, she was shaking and thought about leaving. She could go out to the lot and steal a car. Hightail it the f*ck out of the state. But she couldn’t leave Erik. She loved him. She wanted him like she never wanted anything else in her life.

Kaity stopped walking and looked at the other women. Tall, short, skinny, thick. Some where in cut off shirts showcasing their amazing stomachs. Others seemed to be dressed up, like they were part of some crazy fantasy. Kaity felt too plain in her jeans and t-shirt.