Dark Fall (Back Down Devil MC #3)(53)

“Finish the fight!” someone yelled.

Sasha was down but nobody had stopped the fight. Kaity looked around. The warehouse full of men wanted more. Kaity’s body hurt. Her face throbbed. Her heart raced. She tried to look for someone from the club but couldn’t see anyone. Sasha started to get up. Kaity knew what she had to do to end the fight. There was no more time. If Sasha got a second wind she would win.

Kaity walked to Sasha and kicked her in the stomach. Sasha cried out. Her black curly hair touched the ground. Kaity reached down and pulled Sasha’s hair back. She showed everyone her face and then made a fist. The crowd cheered and cheered. It made Kaity sick that these men wanted this. But it was about survival. That was something Kaity knew all too well. Sometimes survival meant sacrifice. Sometimes it meant cutting corners. Sometimes it was about a means to an end, no matter what happened.

“I’m sorry,” Kaity said.

Sasha looked at her and closed her eyes.

Kaity brought her fist down and hit Sasha in the face. Sasha fell down, out. Kaity fell back to her ass, holding her hand, crying out.

The short man ran onto the floor, waving his hands.

The fight was over.

Kaity won.

The crowd cheered.

But Kaity didn’t feel like a winner at all. She struggled to her feet and backed up. She needed a way out of the warehouse. She needed to get into Erik's comforting arms. Tears filled Kaity’s eyes as she turned to get off the floor. She made it two steps before she felt arms around her.

She screamed but nobody heard her. She fought and thrashed, but she had next to nothing when it came to strength. She looked up and it was obvious the man holding her wasn’t Erik, or someone else from Back Down Devil.

One thing did stand out for Kaity…

Scar on the neck…





twenty-five.



Erik knew he needed to move fast. He walked along the wall, Shay at his side. They had their hands on their guns, ready to make the kill when needed. The crowd erupted every few seconds when something happened and it took all of Erik’s will to not look to make sure Kaity wasn’t getting hurt.

But there was business to be handled.

Shay bumped into Erik. “Right around this corner, brother.”

“I want this done. Both of them.”

“We’ll get it. Just play safe. Smart.”

They worked through the crowd and when they turned the corner, Erik spotted the man. Mr. Arengson. He spotted Shay and Erik. The way his eyes went wide indicated that he knew exactly who they were.

“Fuck!” Shay yelled.

Mr. Arengson turned and started to run. Shay took off, leaving Erik for a few seconds to look around wondering where the other man was. When he didn't see him, Erik took off after Shay. He caught up to him as they cornered Mr. Arengson at the back of the warehouse. It worked in their favor, because he had moved away from the crowd. Mr. Arengson reached for his gun and pointed it back. Shay was fast, but Erik was faster. He would die to get his revenge. Erik jumped and tackled Mr. Arengson. They both hit the ground with a thud. Erik ended up on top of the man and started to unload on that way, but Shay grabbed Erik by his leather cut and pulled him off.

“Christ!” Shay yelled. “Stick to the plan, brother.”

Erik stood and looked down at the bloody man. He put a hand up and then pointed to Shay.

“We’re coming,” Mr. Arengson said. “You need me. I’ll help you. I’ll tell you where they all are.”

“What the f*ck is…”

Erik couldn’t finish the question before Shay shot Mr. Arengson between the eyes. His head snapped back and body went limp.

“What the f*ck Shay! That was mine!”

“He needed to die right now,” Shay said. “You got your punches.”

“What was he trying to say?”

“Nothing. We have to move.”

There was a loud cheer from the crowd and then Erik heard the whistle of a man and words that made his stomach sick.

“This fight is over!”

“Oh f*ck,” Erik said.

He started to run and once he heard that Kaity had won the fight, he smiled and ran faster. All he needed to do was get her to safety. Erik looked back and saw Shay making the call to Miller so they could all get the f*ck out of the warehouse.

Erik pushed through the crowd and looked to the floor. There was a woman trying to sit up. She had black hair and her face was a mess. But there was no sign of Kaity. Erik looked around and for a split second he thought he saw Kaity’s feet.

Kaity’s feet dragging on the floor.

“No,” he whispered.

Erik ran faster, hitting everyone he could with his shoulders. People yelled, threw things at him, and when Erik produced his gun, all hell started to break loose. Someone yelled GUN! and the crowd started to shift. Erik realized how stupid and dangerous the situation had become, but he needed to get to Kaity.

Where the f*ck was she?

What was happening?

Who had her?

Erik moved through the crowd as fast as he could and then he tripped over something. He went down. The floor was unforgiving, but the sight on the ground was even worse.

“No,” Erik said.

Kaity's lifeless body lay on the ground. Her face was covered in blood. It wasn’t blood from the fight either. Someone had sliced her face open.