Twisted Pieces (Back Down Devil MC #5)(17)

“In my bed. I made some room. She’s waiting for me.”

“I really need to get dressed,” Jordyn said. “And kind of go…”

“No,” Jace said. He looked right at Jordyn. “We had a little deal. You’re f*cking staying until I say you can go.”

Jordyn swallowed hard and froze.

“Bro, I didn’t mean to interrupt anything,” Blaine said. “Although, my cock is getting pretty hard right now. I can smell exactly what happened in here. Damn, I bet if I close my eyes…”

Jordyn watched in disbelief as Blaine closed his eyes and then touched himself. His hand cupped right between his legs. He squeezed, smiled, and then groaned.

“Holy shit,” Jordyn whispered.

“That’s enough of this shit,” Jace said.

He smacked Blaine's hand away. Then he grabbed Blaine and led him to the door. Blaine protested and Jace kept pushing him.

“Listen, bro,” Jordyn heard Blaine whisper. “I know what you want to do about this judge thing. The table is never going to vote on it. But… I know something…”

Jace looked back at Jordyn. Then he looked at Blaine again. “What do you know?”

“The kid. I know where he goes to school. You can send your message…”

“Yeah, I’ll do that. Not right now.”

“Sure. Enjoy the * while it’s warm, wet, and fresh.” Blaine looked at Jordyn and winked. “I bet you were killer tight. I can see it in the way Jace is walking. You squeezed him…”

“Out!” Jace yelled. He pushed and then slammed the door. He locked it and turned around. “That’s Blaine. Don’t f*cking ask.”

“Wasn’t going to,” Jordyn said.

Jace pointed to the bed. “Sit down and start talking. I want to know who you are and why you’re f*cking around with Strokner. And I want to hear everything about him hitting you.”

“Listen, you can’t do anything about that,” Jordyn said.

“Like hell I can’t. I’ll f*cking break all his fingers. One by one.”

“Stop,” Jordyn pleaded. “You don’t… you don’t understand what… what I need…”

“Babe, I have a good idea of what you f*cking need,” Jace said with a drop dead sexy smile.

Fuck… I’m losing my mind…

“It’s not about that. Well, all of it. Can I get dressed?”

“No,” Jace said. “Sit down and answer my questions. If not, I’ll tear that f*cking towel off your sweet body and make you walk through the clubhouse alone. Then outside, naked.”

Jordyn swallowed again and walked to the bed. Her face and body were both burning. Just because Jace said her body was sweet.

“You work for Strokner?” Jace asked.

“Yes.”

“Is it legit?”

“Meaning?”

“What do you do?”

“I work for him. I had to interview along with a bunch of other people. A lot of people want to work for Mr. Strokner’s company. Most get internships and nothing more. A few maybe get hired. But for me, to get a call directly from him to work for him… it’s a dream come true.”

“A dream? That’s your dream?”

“It matters to me. To my grandmother. She wanted to see me on my own two feet. She raised me ever since my parents were killed.”

“Your parents are dead?” Jace asked.

Jordyn saw something in his eyes. Pain? A memory? Both?

“Yes,” Jordyn said. “They’re gone. My grandmother struggled to raise me. I got into a good school and now I’m supposed to be starting my career. I really thought I was by getting this job. But look at me.”

Jace touched Jordyn’s chin. “You look damn good to me, babe.”

“I don’t even know you. I told you to f*ck me and you did. Mr. Strokner wanted to have sex with me and then he hit me.”

“Tell me more about that shit,” Jace said.

Jordyn hung her head. Going through it was bad enough.

“It just started to happen, I don’t know,” Jordyn whispered. “He made comments and little passes. At first, maybe it was kind of flattering to have a rich man coming on to me. But then it got more serious. Then he started talking about his daughter. Rachel.”

“Yeah, I know. I was there.”

“You saw her get killed?”

“Yeah. We were at a fight.”

“A fight?”

Jace smiled. “Club’s got to earn one way or another. We were at a fight and shit got out of hand. Bullets started to fly and Rachel was killed. Her best friend, Emily, is shacked up with Gaige though. Kind of a sick twist in things around here. But ever since then, Strokner thinks he has a foot in this clubhouse. And if I’m being honest, it pisses me the f*ck off.”

Jordyn shook her head. “I can’t believe that.”

“Yeah. Well, whatever. Keep talking.”

“He started to make more demands. Like telling me not to wear panties. He asked to see. He wanted to touch. He made me touch myself.”

“Is that so?” Jace asked.

Jordyn felt her face burning again. “This is serious…”