Twisted Pieces (Back Down Devil MC #5)(14)

Jace crouched down over the folder and touched the paperwork. How did Strokner get a hold of his personal files? Did Chief Jerry give Strokner the folder? And if so, for what purpose? Maybe it was Strokner who got the judge to finally get off his lazy ass and get Jace out of prison. That was definitely possible. Strokner loved to do little favors for the MC to keep himself relevant.

It was obvious Strokner had no intention of coming to the clubhouse and acting like a man. No, he preferred to be behind the scenes and let his so-called money and guilt about his daughter do the talking.

“Fuck,” Jace whispered.

He needed to talk to her. He needed to talk to Jordyn.

Jace stood and ran to his door. He tore it open and charged down the hallway. Out in the front of the clubhouse, three prospects were cleaning up from the night before.

“Where did she go? Did she leave?” he asked.

“Yeah…”

Jace kicked open the door and stormed out just in time to crash into Jordyn. She fell into his arms and he caught her. Jace had no idea why the hell he wasn't letting go. A black car took off. Tires squealed a few seconds later. Jace looked down and when Jordyn looked up at him, he saw the blood on her face. The corner of her mouth was bleeding. Tears streamed down her face. Her bottom lip quivered in fear.

“What the f*ck happened?” he asked.

“He… hit me,” Jordyn whispered as she buried her face into Jace’s chest.

Jace stood there. He tried to wrap his mind around what the hell was happening and none of it made sense.

“You have to talk to me now,” Jace said. “Strokner hit you?”

Jordyn nodded. “Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because… I… I said no.”

“No? What did you say no to? Did he want you to hurt me? Kill me? Hurt the club?”

“No. He wanted to…”

“Fucking hell, babe, just say it.”

“He wanted to f*ck me!” Jordyn yelled. “He wanted me to climb on him and ride him. I refused to do it. Not in front of… you… I said no and he hit me. He pushed me out of the car.”

Jace gently pushed Jordyn away. “He wanted to f*ck you? Is that something you do?”

“No,” Jordyn said. She started to cry again. “He touches me. I let him. For the job. But he never wanted…”

The roar of motorcycles stopped Jordyn in mid-sentence. Jace looked up to see a few of the guys coming back to the clubhouse.

“Shit,” Jace said. “You have to come inside with me, right now.”

Jace wrapped an arm around Jordyn and pulled her into the clubhouse. He took her back to his room again, but this time he wasn't as aggressive about it. When he got to his room, he couldn’t believe what was waiting for him again.

The same woman from before. Jace didn’t even know her name.

And there he was, comforting Jordyn as she cried.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

“Blaine was busy in the shower. No room for me.”

“Get out,” Jace growled.

“What’s wrong with your accountant?”

“Fuck you!” Jordyn cried out.

“What was that, bitch?” the woman asked.

She stood from the bed. Jace started to move to stop whatever fight was about to happen, but to Jace’s surprise, Jordyn pushed from him and lunged at the woman. Jace couldn't help laughing when Jordyn took the woman the ground. She slapped her. She clawed her. And she took handfuls of hair and screamed.

Finally, Jace had to intervene. He bent down and wrapped his arms around Jordyn’s body. He lifted her off the woman and held her tight. She continued to kick and punch, but only for a few seconds before calming down.

“Now, get out,” Jace said to the woman on the floor.

She quickly got to her hands and knees and crawled from the room. Jace backed up and shut the door. He locked it. The feel of her body against his was nice. It felt comforting.

“If I f*cking put you down, are you going to chill?” Jace asked.

“I don’t know,” Jordyn said.

Jace had to give this woman credit, at least she was honest.

Slowly, Jace put Jordyn on her feet. He opened his hands and arms and backed up. Jordyn turned. She ran a hand through her messy hair. She was breathing heavy.

“You have some f*cking questions to answer,” Jace said.

Jordyn looked at him. Her eyes were wide. Brown and beautiful. Full of need and pain. Everything Jace could ever ask for.

“Is that door locked?” Jordyn asked.

“Yeah. It’s good.”

“Good,” Jordyn said. She lunged at Jace, diving into his arms, wrapping her legs tight around his body. “Because you’re going to f*ck me. Right now, Jace. Then I’ll answer anything you want.”

Jace curled his lip and slid his hands up Jordyn’s back. He let his fingers dig as hard as he could, feeling her muscles flex and watching the way her mouth parted as she felt the tender pain of his touch. He put his hands into her hair and started to pull. Jordyn let out a whimper as her head was forced back.

Jace put his mouth to her neck. He kissed her, tasting the corporate flavor of where she worked, what she washed herself with, and some kind of perfume. Gently, Jace scraped his teeth along her neck up to her ear. He let out a grunt and pulled back. He walked Jordyn to the bed and stood there. Releasing his grip on her hair, his hands went down to her ass again. Her skirt was hiked up pretty damn far already, but Jace wanted more. He grabbed her legs and squeezed.