Twisted Pieces (Back Down Devil MC #5)(19)

They parked their motorcycles across from the school.

"Doesn't seem to be much security," Blaine said, looking around the grounds.

"Why would there be? These kids are privileged. They've been sucking off a golden set of nipples and fed from a silver spoon their whole lives. Their version of a bad day would be when Daddy didn’t leave the keys to his expensive car while he went on a weekend business trip to Vegas to f*ck anything with a slit."

"Damn man. Daddy issues?" Blaine laughed.

Jace threw Blaine the finger and kept his eyes on the building, waiting for the judge’s son to come out.

“It’s that one there,” Blaine said. “Should be any minute now.”

“Does he get a ride or anything?” Jace asked.

“No,” Blaine said. “He walks. It's a nice neighborhood. No crime here, man.”

Jace smiled. “For now.”

There was silence for a few seconds and then Blaine said, “Man, don’t kill him.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

“Starting a war with another crew is one thing. Starting a war outside the MC… you saw what happened with Caius. And not to mention Strokner.”

“Don’t say that f*cking name,” Jace growled.

“Sorry. Hey, whatever happened with that little thing in your room the other day? She was f*cking perfect.”

Jace looked at Blaine. “I haven’t seen her since. Take that for what it’s worth.”

“Ah, come on,” Blaine said. “Something that tight is worth chasing. At least until you stretch it out.”

“Man, how can you be so f*cking… just… sick…”

“I know,” Blaine said. He put a hand to his heart. “I’m cursed. I swear on it. My head is wrong.”

Jace shook his head and watched a smile creep across Blaine’s face. The man had no remorse to anything but his cock. If Blaine had the choice between keeping his hands, legs, eyes or his cock, he’d keep his cock.

A bell rang out and Jace gripped the handlebars of his ride. He couldn’t do anything there in the open. Too many people. Too many witnesses. The last thing he needed was more f*cking evidence against him.

Kids started to flood the doors, desperate to get out of school. When Jace saw how old the kids were, he started to get nervous. They were too young. He told himself to just wait it out. Older kids would be coming out soon.

The kids got older, but not by much. Then Blaine pointed to a kid with moppy blonde hair, running down the main walkway to the sidewalk.

“Right there,” Blaine said. “That’s the one. Name’s Jacob.”

“Jacob?”

“Yeah. Just like his father.”

Jace stared at the kid. He was young. For a second Jace thought about hightailing it out of there. But he couldn’t. They’d come down here for a reason. That judge let Jace sit in prison for weeks. Day in and day out Jace’s life was at risk for no good reason.

Jacob ran down the sidewalk like someone was chasing him. He paused at the corner and then hung a left. Jace looked at Blaine and nodded.

It was time to send a message.

The motorcycles moved out onto the street. Jace knew they stuck out like sore thumbs in this part of Frelen, but that didn’t matter. Once they were beyond the school, they would be in the mix of things. The houses were huge and spaced out pretty far so that everyone had a large lot of land.

Jace had his eyes on Jacob. He was still running. It intrigued Jace, making him wonder if the kid didn’t know Back Down Devil was out to get him.

When Jacob started to run faster, moving toward a set of trees, Jace eased off the throttle to see what was going to happen. What Jace expected and what happened were two different things. Jace figured Jacob would disappear into the trees and be gone, but as Jacob got near the trees, a group of kids emerged. Five of them. All dressed in the private school uniform suits. The leader of the group was smoking a cigarette, holding it uncomfortably like it was a joint. Obviously trying to looking tough. It must have worked on Jacob, because he backed up and fell to his ass.

The five kids circled Jacob.

“Holy shit,” Blaine yelled. “They’re going to f*ck that kid up.”

Jace reached out and grabbed Blaine. “Wait. Watch it.”

Jace watched as the leader of the group reached down and grabbed Jacob. He forced him to his feet. He held Jacob by his shirt, shaking him. The only words Jace could make out were f*cking and *. The bigger kid was shaking Jacob on purpose to scare him and to look cool in front of his other buddies.

Then came the first punch. Right across Jacob’s face. Jacob yelled and stumbled back. Someone pushed Jacob back into the bigger kid, who punched him again. This time, Jacob fell.

“Stupid f*cking kid,” Jace said.

All five then came at Jacob, kicking him while he was down.

“Jesus, man,” Blaine said, “Are we really letting this happen?”

“Since when do you have a conscience?”

“Good point. But still, it’s…”

“Let it go, Blaine. This is my battle.”

The onslaught continued for a minute before the leader called everyone off. He stood over Jacob, laughing. He reached into his own pants and that’s when Jace had seen enough. He wasn't going to let this prick piss on the kid too. That was crossing the line.