Twisted Pieces (Back Down Devil MC #5)(12)

Jordyn opened the door and went inside.

The clubhouse looked like a bomb had gone off. There were three men with mops, buckets, and trashcans. They wore bare, black leather cuts. All three men stopped what they were doing and looked at Jordyn.

“I have a delivery,” Jordyn said and held out the folder. “For… Jace…”

The three men quickly looked back and forth at each other.

Beyond the main bar was a hallway. Echoing was the sound of heels hitting the ground. They were moving fast. Jordyn watched as a tall, beautiful woman appeared. She was topless and had large breasts. She wore pants that were obviously meant for a man. Her red heels didn’t match the pants, but it didn’t matter because everyone was staring at her naked chest.

“I’m out of here,” she said. “Stop by tonight for a dance.” She giggled. When she saw Jordyn, she paused. “Who are you?”

“Jordyn… I need to see Jace…”

“Take a number,” the woman said and giggled again as she left the clubhouse.

Jordyn took a few steps and looked down the hallway. She checked over her shoulder at the men cleaning up.

“Can I?”

“I wouldn’t,” one of them warned.

“Wouldn’t what?” a voice bellowed.

From the darkness and shadows of the hallway, a figured appeared. The first thing Jordyn saw was his face. That same sexy face and killer eyes. Then came the body. At first, Jordyn refused to believe Jace wasn’t wearing a shirt. But sure as hell, there was no shirt on his body. And whatever she tried to envision in her pathetic mind was nothing compared to the steel like muscle that was right there in front of her.

A large tattoo covered the left side of his chest, Jace’s body looked more cut than built. A small part of Jordyn's mind wondered if Jace was even human. He was that good looking. He wore jeans that hung a few inches low and the cuts of his stomach muscles disappeared right into his pants, and Jordyn mentally begged to see more. So much more.

“You have a visitor,” one of the guys called out.

“I see that,” Jace said. Those blue eyes tore through all her thoughts.

“Jordyn,” she managed to whisper. “My name is Jordyn. I… I have something…”

“I heard your name once already,” Jace said. “What’s in your hand?”

“A folder.”

Jace took the folder and a couple of his fingers brushed against hers and Jordyn’s toes curled in her shoes.

“What the f*ck is this?” Jace asked. He looked at the folder and then opened it. He slammed it shut right away and began to wave it in the air. “Tell me right now… what the f*ck is this?”

Jordyn gasped. “I was told…”

“Is this a f*cking joke? Who the f*ck are you?”

Jace inched closer. Jordyn forced herself not to look at his chest. His tattoo. His muscles. But looking into his eyes was almost as bad.

She started to shake her head. “I’m sorry… Mr. Strokner…”

“Mr. Strokner?” Jace growled. “Motherf*cker.” Jace reached out and grabbed Jordyn by the arm. “Come with me, right now.”

If she were Jordyn from two months ago, she would have pulled away and ran from the clubhouse. Then again, if she really were Jordyn from two months ago, she would have never put herself in a position like this to begin with.

But Jace was too sexy to say no to. Not to mention the grip he had on her arm. There was no escaping his vice grip as he dragged her through the hallway. Jordyn tried to keep up, her lips moving, but no words were coming to her.

Jace opened a door and threw Jordyn in, sending her flying into a bed where she slammed into a naked woman on her hands and knees. The woman wiggled and looked back at her.

“Hey, you brought a friend,” the woman flirted.

Jordyn couldn’t believe her eyes. She could see everything. The woman's smooth ass. Her glistening slit. Then Jordyn realized she was still touching a naked stranger and quickly jumped back.

“Get the f*ck out of here,” Jace said.

The woman turned and sat on the bed. She looked at Jordyn. Then to Jace. “Who is this? Your accountant?”

“You heard what I said,” Jace said. “You’ve fulfilled your purpose. Get the f*ck out of my room before I drag you out by your hair.”

“You didn’t even f*ck me yet,” the woman said. She looked at Jordyn. “Well, not my * yet..."

“Out,” Jace growled.

The woman stood and walked to the door. She opened it and looked back. “Maybe I’ll go find Blaine.”

“Yeah, you do that,” Jace said. “Trust me, he won’t be sticking just his dick in your ass…”

“Fuck you,” the woman said.

She slammed the door and silence fell. Jordyn tried to take it all in. And she finally came to terms with the fact that she was alone in Jace’s room with him. He threw the folder to the bed and grabbed a white t-shirt. Jordyn felt her body protesting such a bad decision, but then she saw the way the white t-shirt hugged Jace’s body and it wasn’t all that of a bad idea.

Bottom line - Jace was f*cking gorgeous.

“You brought me that folder,” Jace said. “From Strokner?”

“Yes,” Jordyn said.