Twisted Pieces (Back Down Devil MC #5)(23)

“Can I get changed at least?”

Jace looked Jordyn down and back up. “Yeah. No panties though. They only get in the way.”

Jordyn was blushing again as she ran to her apartment building. She stormed inside and rushed to find something to wear. She stripped down to her bra and, well, nothing else. As she stood in her room, she stopped for a second to think about what she was doing. Was she chasing a fantasy? Was she chasing something bad? Or… maybe it was such a bad fantasy it was too tempting to pass up.

“Now, that I like.”

Jordyn jumped and whipped around. Jace stood in her bedroom doorway.

“Jace…”

“Do you always leave your door wide open?”

“Sorry. I’m rushing around.”

“Feel free to continue.”

Jordyn grabbed a pair of jeans, a shirt, and a hoodie. She dressed and then walked to the door. She put a hand to Jace’s chest. “I don’t know why I’m doing this.”

“Neither do I,” Jace said. “You should be running right now. As far away as you can. Doesn’t make sense why you want that job with Strokner so bad. Or why you’re listening to me. But I’ll take it.”

Jordyn saw herself telling Jace everything about her grandmother but she stopped. It was bad enough she already babbled like a baby about her parents being killed.

“I’m ready,” Jordyn whispered.

She took a step and Jace put his hand out, touching her stomach. It was instant fluttering and it made her toes curl.

“He touched you?”

“Yes.”

“Where?”

Jordyn looked at Jace. “Where do you think?”

“Tell me.”

“Between my legs.”

“He fingered you?”

“Sort of. He kind of touched and I wasn't…” Jordyn’s cheeks were on fire. “… I wasn't wet. So he pushed hard until he was inside. Then he pulled away.”

“Fucking *,” Jace growled. He slid his hand up Jordyn’s body until he cupped her cheek. “I promise you, you’ll be taken care of for this. I’ll protect you myself. The club will protect you.”

“Okay,” Jordyn said.

She didn’t know what else to say. She wasn’t in any position to question what Jace had to say. She was simply following him with the dumb side of her heart. The side that couldn’t stop thinking about how hot Jace was and how amazing it had been to have him tearing her clothes off, kissing between her legs, and then thrusting himself deep inside her.

Outside, Jace gave Jordyn his helmet. They got on the motorcycle and Jordyn slid her hands around Jace’s hard body and felt a sense of peace come over her. She started to understand the excitement of being on a motorcycle. The freedom of the road. The rumbling of the engine.

Jordyn caught herself breathing calmly and even smiling.

That was, until another motorcycle came up alongside Jace. The leather cut the guy wore was different than Jace's. But what caught both of their attention was the gun the guy pulled out and pointed at Jace.





ten.



Fuck.

Jace felt Jordyn instantly tense up. She was scared. Rightfully so. Under normal circumstances, Jace would pull his gun out or run the guy off the road. Having a gun pointed at him didn’t bother Jace all that much, because if someone wanted to shoot him, they would just shoot him. Showing the weapon was merely a threat and way to get attention.

He had made a promise to Jordyn to protect her, so Jace cut to the right - gently - and moved toward the side of the road. He really wanted to hit the throttle and take off, but then the *'s gun would be pointed not at Jace’s back, but at Jordyn’s.

As Jace slowed, he turned his head to the right and yelled, “Stay with me no matter what!”

The guy on the motorcycle didn’t need to have a patch on his back for Jace to know he belonged to the Coast Road MC. Probably one of their prospects. The guy was jacked to the nines, which was very obviously steroid enhanced.

Jace looked ahead and the road was clear. He slowed to a crawl, letting the other motorcycle get close to him.

“Problem?” Jace yelled.

“Stop your f*cking ride,” the guy yelled. “I’m going to put a bullet in your head.”

“Is that so?”

“We know everything…”

“That’s good,” Jace yelled. “I’m not stopping this motorcycle, man.”

“I’ll kill your girl first then.”

Now that was a threat Jace couldn’t let go. He took a risk and threw a fist at the guy. He knew if he missed, the prospect would probably pull the trigger.

But there was one thing Jace was damn confident in and that was he never missed his mark. He hit the guy in the wrist with such force, his hand opened and the gun fell. Jace swung again, a cheap shot without too much power, hitting the man in the face.

Then Jace hit the throttle and took off.

He knew the guy wasn’t going to give up that easily though. There was no way he’d go back to his club and tell them Jace punched the gun out of his hand and got away. Jace glanced in his mirror and the * was right on his tail. At least the guy didn’t have a gun. At least Jace hoped not.

The motorcycle pulled up next to him again. Jace looked over and smiled. The guy growled and Jace could see the blood on his front teeth. Jace underestimated the power of his own punch.