DARK FALL(8)

“Fuck, Blaine,” the other biker said.

He looked at the two men and then at the car. His eyes locked to Kaity’s and she was frozen again. The biker was tall, had broad shoulders, and was gorgeous, even with what looked like fresh scars.

He pointed to the car and asked, “Who is this?”

“Don’t know,” Jack said. “Said her car needs work.”

“She ended up here?” Blaine asked. “Christ, Erik, looks like we came just in time.”

Erik.

Kaity had a name now. She loved it.

She watched Erik take a step toward Jack and reach for his shirt. “What were you planning on doing with that woman?”

“Helping her,” Jack said. “She has her damn doors locked though. I can’t help her.”

The bikers, who she knew now were named Erik and Blaine, walked up to the car. Blaine pulled on the handle and Kaity jumped.

“Whoa, beautiful,” Blaine said. “We’re not going to hurt you. What’s going on around here?”

“Come on. Get out.” Erik said.

“No,” Kaity said.

“What the fuck do you want then?” Erik asked. “We don’t have time for this shit.”

“I’m not opening my door for four strange men,” Kaity said.

“You came here for help!” Erik yelled.

“Easy now,” Blaine said. “We ain’t gonna hurt you. I mean, you spend a little time with me and I’ll make everything better. Let these two greasy assholes work on your car… and let me work on you.”

Kaity couldn’t stand this Blaine guy. He looked dirty and talked like a jackass. She slowly unlocked her door, never looking away from Blaine. Thanks to her one time assignment she learned how to move to protect herself. That was, until she got lost in a little town like this and ended up in a lot with four men eye humping her.

Kaity threw the door open and it hit Blaine. He doubled over and stumbled. She quickly closed the door and locked it again.

“Fuck, baby,” Blaine said. “You’re going to hurt me…”

“Get out of the car or get out of here,” Erik said. “We’ve got business to do.”

“Take your time,” Willy yelled.

Erik looked back and grabbed a gun from a holster under his leather cut. That’s when Kaity realized things had just gotten more serious. Erik pointed the gun at Willy and he put his hands up.

“Is this your set up?” Erik asked.

“I swear, man,” Willy said. “She just pulled in. We were having a smoke. Talking.”

Erik looked at Kaity. “Open the door.”

“No,” Kaity said.

“Bro, wait a second,” Blaine said.

Kaity saw Erik lift the gun. It wasn’t the first time she had a gun pointed at her, but it still made her uneasy. Erik swung the gun and Kaity winced. She heard the sound of glass shattering but didn’t feel anything. She turned and saw that Erik had smashed the back driver’s side window out.

“You fucking asshole,” Kaity growled.

“That’s right,” Erik said.

He reached through the broken back window toward the front of the car. Kaity couldn’t believe how bold this guy was. She saw his hand moving toward the lock button and she panicked. She started to punch and claw at Erik’s arm. He quickly turned his hand and grabbed her wrist.

“Look at me,” he ordered. “Right now.”

Kaity looked at Erik, her heart racing.

It wasn’t the fear making her heart race… it was because he was touching her…

“Look at my face,” Erik said. “You see that?”

“Yes,” Kaity said.

“You think I give a fuck about you clawing at my arm? You think I give a fuck about your car? You think I give a fuck about you?”

“No.”

“Then open the fucking door before I take out the rest of the windows.”

Erik opened his hand. Kaity unlocked the door and pushed it open. She climbed from the car and stood, not sure what to look at first. Erik stood with the gun at his side. His face was a mess, but it was sexy to Kaity. He obviously feared nothing. A man who would just take out a gun and bust up a window was the kind of man that could protect a woman.

Blaine had a hand between his legs, covering himself. “Easy, beautiful,” he said. “Don’t go hurting my dick anymore. Unless you plan on kissing it and making it all better.”

“Fuck off,” Kaity said. “Filthy biker.”

Erik laughed for a second. Jake and Willy laughed too. Blaine turned and punched Jack square in the face. Jack’s head flew back and his cigarette flew from his mouth. Jack put his hands out but had nothing to grab onto. He toppled down to his ass and stayed there in shock.