Twisted Pieces (Back Down Devil MC #5)(11)

“Shut the door,” he said.

Jordyn did as told.

The blinds were already closed.

“Shut the lights off.”

Jordyn reached out and turned the lights off. It was pitch black except for the slivers of light that came through the slits in the blinds.

The chair squeaked as Mr. Strokner rose from it.

“Face the door,” he whispered. “Spread your legs.”

Jordyn did everything. She felt Mr. Strokner place his hands to her hips. He pulled at her, allowing her to feel his hardness.

“I can’t stop thinking about it,” he said. “What you did to me. Did to yourself. You want me to f*ck you so bad, Jordyn. You want me to let you in on my dirty secrets. You want to know more about my little side projects. And f*ck, Jordyn, I want that…”

Mr. Strokner reached up and touched her cheek with the tips of his fingers. He moved the hair from her face. He came forward and placed his cheek to hers. Jordyn felt his stale breath on her face.

“Is that what you want?” he whispered.

“Yes, sir,” Jordyn said.

“You want me to f*ck you. Let you in. Pay you more. I bet that’s it, right? You want money.”

“Yes… is that… wrong?”

“Of course not, Jordyn. I know what’s happening to your dear grandmother. But I don’t care about that right now. I care about your wet, tight *. The way you remind me of my daughter. It drives me wild. It doesn’t let me sleep. And no matter how hard I squeeze my cock, the feeling doesn’t go away. Okay?”

“Okay,” Jordyn whispered.

She found a benefit of being in the dark now. It was so she could cry. Tears filled her eyes and started to fall. As long as Mr. Strokner didn’t touch her cheeks, he wouldn't know. Right now, he had one hand cupping her breast and the other between her legs.

“I’ll f*ck you soon,” Mr. Strokner said. “When I’m ready. I at least know you’re ready. But for the other stuff… you want in, you got it. I’m going to send you on a little mission. Right now. You want to see it all, Jordyn? Then you can go see it. You want to see Back Down Devil?”

Those words caused her body to tense and shiver at the same time. She accidentally thrust back against Mr. Strokner and he throbbed.

"Damn, I know you want me, but I told you that you'll get it when I want you to get it. So relax and follow my instructions about the MC."

Back Down Devil… Jace…

“Yes, sir,” Jordyn whispered.

“Good girl. Now, turn on the light.”

Jordyn lifted her left hand and wiped her cheeks and then turned on the light. She felt Mr. Strokner move away from her. She put her hands to the door and waited for the next command.

“Turn around,” Mr. Strokner said.

Jordyn took a deep breath and turned around, hoping she had regained her composure. Mr. Strokner eyed her and then reached down for his briefcase. He put it on the table and opened it. He took out a folder. The folder from his desk. With the picture of Jace on it.

When she saw it, her panties became uncomfortable. Jace already did incredible things to her body, and he would forever be in her sexual memory even if she never met him.

“I want you to take this folder to Jace,” Mr. Strokner said.

“I’m sorry?”

Mr. Strokner lifted the folder and held it out. “You heard me, Jordyn. You want to see this side? Go see it. Take this folder to Jace. Tell him it’s from me. Then come back to me. I’ll be waiting in the car for you. Then we’ll see what happens…”

The smile on Mr. Strokner’s face made Jordyn uneasy. She reached out and took the folder. She slipped out of the conference room and somehow walked her way out of the building. It was like someone else was in control of her movements. All her mind could focus on was Jace’s picture. She was tempted to open the folder to see what she was getting herself involved in, but she resisted. Out of respect for Jace and Back Down Devil. And even out of respect for Mr. Strokner.

A black car was waiting for Jordyn. She got into the backseat and it started to drive. Her heart raced the entire time. She hadn’t been this nervous when interviewing for the job with Mr. Strokner. Blurting out something about Back Down Devil seemed to have changed everything Jordyn wanted. With each passing mile she started to realize that she would probably never end up the way her grandmother intended. As some strong business woman with a good career. Instead, she was this… and this didn’t quite have a title yet.

At least it was exciting.

The black car pulled into a gate and they drove past a few neglected buildings. The car made a turn and stopped. Jordyn opened the back door and climbed out. She saw a building in front of her. Motorcycles lined the front of the building. It was too quiet, and she got an eerie feeling that danger could strike at any given second without warning.

The moment Jordyn closed the door, the vehicle sped away. She turned and cried out as the black car sped away and out of sight. Jordyn clung to the folder and walked to the door. And then all of a sudden, she realized the serious chance that Mr. Strokner could be setting her up to be hurt... or killed.

Jordyn looked at the picture of Jace and told herself she had to at least meet him. Even if he was going to kill her.

He just got out of prison for murder…

Well, alleged murder…