Twisted Pieces (Back Down Devil MC #5)

Twisted Pieces (Back Down Devil MC #5)

London Casey & Karolyn James



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Being stripped of a motorcycle, weapons, and a leather cut was cruel and unjust punishment for Jace. It was worse than having to wear an orange jumpsuit and be paraded around in handcuffs.

Jace had been booked at Frelen's local precinct, charged with murder. It didn't make any sense. Chief Jerry was supposed to have their back, but all he would say to Jace was ‘time’s up.’

A day later, the Back Down Devil crew came to visit, but it was barely that. Jace expected to be let out, as what would normally happen, but instead, he was cuffed, his feet shackled, and he was handed over - by Chief Jerry - to two thick men who put him in the back of a van and hauled his ass straight to prison. It took another day to meet with the lawyer to figure out what the hell was going on. That felt like the longest day of Jace’s life as he sat in the cell, alone. The top bunk in the cell had been empty and remained that way for another couple days until a man was brought in to bunk with him. The man had tattoos running up his neck, across his forehead, and his bald head covered. Jace had nodded to the man and the man looked back and had nodded to the guard. The door was shut and the man pulled a shank out of pants and made a move at Jace.

That’s when life got really f*cking real.

Jace had managed to slip to the side and pummel the * so hard that he fractured the guy’s ribs to the point where he couldn’t breathe. The guard then came in and with a swift swing of a club, Jace was out cold on the concrete floor. `

He always assumed that when he was going to die, he’d have an idea. Some kind of notion to have the opportunity to have one last thought. That one last thought had long since become some kind of reason to live. Because Jace had a ton of memories. He could go back in time to when he was a kid and had a decent house, a nice family, a little brother, and a yard. The memory had the scent of fresh cut grass because that was the last time he remembered when his parents were alive. His mother holding a glass of lemonade for his father, like some kind of goddamn postcard or poster of the American f*cking dream.

Other memories were closer in time and had a little more fun. A wild threesome on stage after a strip club shutdown for the night. The first time he killed a man and had the chance to look into his eyes and watch him die. Or all the mornings waking up to some new reliever in bed. Sometimes brunette. Sometimes blonde. Sometimes a fiery redhead. Sometimes with tight bodies and small tits. Sometimes with tits that were fun to enjoy for hours.

No matter what, the chance of having that one last memory had quite a bit of options.

Lucky for Jace, he didn’t die that day in prison…

And he wasn’t dead yet. Although, for the most part, he felt dead. The first attack was pretty serious. There had been a payoff with two guards for a hit on Jace. Some old fires being kicked up outside prison that were hoping to get settled inside. No matter the security of a facility, the MC life never ended. Jace slept lightly, and most nights, he slept with his hands tight in fists, ready to attack when needed.

Jace wasn’t the only in prison that was from the Back Down Devil crew. There were a few guys serving life sentences. Others were doing time for attempted murder, grand theft auto, and a laundry list of petty bullshit, some of which they were serving on behalf of other members they respected. Bottom line, it was a rarity to have a table member from Back Down Devil MC in prison. That made Jace the talk of the prison. That made the target on his back even bigger. If someone took down a table member, it was like a f*cking trophy. It was the greatest high these guys could ever have in prison. Knowing that had that last strike and that ultimate showing to their clubs.

It meant Jace didn’t trust a f*cking person. Not even the guys that were in Back Down Devil MC. Because behind bars, locked in the facility, there was no leather cuts and loyalty felt scarce.

The second time Jace was attacked, he wasn’t so lucky to catch it before it happened. They were all in a line on the way to the cafeteria when Jace felt something in his arm. He saw the blood before he saw the knife. Jace punched the guy in the face and all hell broke loose. The big fight ended with Jace being strapped to a hospital bed. He needed stitches in his arm and his head. He slept in that hospital bed for two days before being put back into his cell.

Meeting with the lawyer didn’t help much. They were still waiting on a bail hearing to find out how much the club needed to get Jace out. The charge of murder was pretty serious. Apparently someone had gone digging around and found a body. There were also pictures of Jace dragging said body and putting it into a grave. All of which was tied to the bullshit that had happened with Shay and his brother, Caius.

Worse yet, Jace had tried to casually let the lawyer know to keep telling Miller and Gaige about what he had seen the day he got arrested. About the boat he saw with the Coast Road MC. There was no way Back Down Devil was going to allow drugs to be dealt anywhere near Frelen.

It had been weeks since Jace was put behind bars. Everything about the situation was dirty. No hearing. No trial. No damn evidence shown. Someone was lacing pockets or calling in favors to keep Jace in prison. And it was just two weeks ago when Jace earned enough respect from the other guards to start to have a taste of freedom. It was simple, really. The same guard that had set Jace up twice tried to do it a third time, and Jace was done taking bullshit. So when the opportunity presented itself, Jace grabbed the guard and slammed his face off the bars of his cell until the guard fell to the ground. When the other guards saw what Jace had done, they beat the hell out of him. But after that, things calmed down a bit for Jace. There were more eyes on him, but he had earned more respect.