Twisted Pieces (Back Down Devil MC #5)(18)

“Serious? If it was that serious, you wouldn’t be doing it.”

Jordyn stood up. “You don’t know what I’m going through.”

“Being pushed around? Fucked?”

Jordyn slapped Jace before she knew what she was doing. She jumped back, fearing his reaction. Jace simply touched his cheek.

“That was a good one,” Jace said. “Did I make you angry? You let him touch you, so why didn't you just f*ck him? Why did you come in here and let me f*ck you?”

“Stop.”

“No. Tell me. What was it? You too afraid to f*ck him?”

Jordyn slapped Jace again. But this time he grabbed her wrist and smiled. “I’ll give you two, babe. There won't be a third..."

“I’m sorry. I don’t know why, okay? I just really needed this job to work out." Jordyn felt her eyes fill with tears. “Fuck, I’m a mess right now. And in front of you.”

“Don’t worry about me,” Jace said. He wiped away a tear from Jordyn’s cheek. “Don’t even f*cking worry about me. I’ll be dead in no time out there, babe.”

“Why? Why murder? Why this life?”

Jace stared deep into Jordyn’s eyes. “Why not? Look at you right now. You went down the 'right' path and look where that got you," Jace laughed. “I was pushed off that path a long time ago. You’re not the only one with a painful past, Jordyn. This is my life. I live every day and there’s nothing else to it.”

“I don’t know what to do right now,” Jordyn admitted. “I don’t even know if I still have a job.”

“You better get that job back,” Jace said. “I could use your help.”

Help? He wants me to help…

“I don’t understand.”

“You will,” Jace said. “Strokner needs to be kept happy. If he’s happy, he’s stupid. He f*cking gave you a folder and sent you here to piss me off. And it worked. But I need him to be stupid a little longer. Can you do that?”

“You want me to go back to him? You want me to let him..."

Jace put his hands to Jordyn’s shoulders. He held her tight. “Choose you life, Jordyn. If you want to go out there and follow the straight path, then go. Or you can get back at that f*cking prick for all those times he touched you. For f*cking hitting you. You don’t want me to storm into his office and put a bullet between his eyes, right?”

“No.”

“So then help me. And by doing that, I’ll help you.”

Jordyn was shocked. “You would hurt him? For me?”

Jace touched her cheek again. “I don’t know why, but I would.”

“Okay then. I, uh, don’t have a ride. One of his drivers brought me here.”

Jace smiled. “I’ll take you wherever you have to go.”

Jordyn heard the words and just like that, she crossed that line in her mind that had been keeping her safe.

She was on the dark side now.





eight.



Jace couldn’t get her out of his mind. How many days had it been now? Two? Three? Fuck, maybe even more. The days and nights had been so damn busy. They had table meetings every day to discuss Strokner, the legal case against Jace, and random nonsense with Eight Under and Coast Road. And even with all that going on, Jace thought about Jordyn. He wondered if she had managed to get her job back. And if so, how did she do it? What was she doing right now? Was she bent over letting Strokner f*ck her?

Jealousy f*cks with a person's mind, and in the club life, any distraction can get someone killed. So after the meetings, Jace would take a few shots of whiskey and pick a random reliever to join him in his room. The task was always simple. On her knees, in the dark, and she had five minutes to make him come. The entire time Jace thought of Jordyn and that damn body of hers.

“Fuck,” Jace whispered.

He finished his smoke and threw it to the ground. Embers scattered and he put his helmet on. Blaine was next to him on his own motorcycle, getting ready to make a little visit to the judge’s son. It wasn’t quite approved by Miller and the rest of the club, but with Blaine on his side, Jace had enough respect that everyone shut their mouths about it. Which was good, considering the fact that Shay had lied about his brother trying to kill everyone in the club, and Erik had brought a potential f*cking rat into the clubhouse. That all worked out so it didn't matter.

And this would work out too.

Jace started his motorcycle. Blaine did the same. He looked at Blaine and offered his fist. They bumped fists and then they took off. Blaine was there to keep Jace from doing something really stupid. Jace understood that. But he needed to send a clear message to everyone in Frelen. It was time that the town was reminded of how important Back Down Devil MC is. If it weren’t for Back Down Devil, the town would have been overrun by Eight Under and Coast Road. Drugs would be at every street corner and no one would be safe from the bloodshed that always accompanies drug dealing.

Back Down Devil kept everything in balance. And in order to do that, sometimes they had to send messages.

Blaine led the way to a private school near the southern tip of Frelen. The campus was as big as some university campuses. The buildings were old and massive. There was definitely some old money and hush money flowing through the place.