Twisted Pieces (Back Down Devil MC #5)(35)

It was all there.

She could feel… it…

Jordyn gasped and jumped.

“No, it’s okay,” Mr. Strokner said.

Jordyn looked down and came back to reality. Mr. Strokner was pressing two fingers to her body. He slipped inside her and pulled back. When Jordyn looked at him, he was moving toward her. Before Jordyn could say a word, Mr. Strokner pressed his lips to hers. Things had never gotten this serious before.

In fear of being hit again, Jordyn remained still. Mr. Strokner kissed her only twice and then stopped. He closed his eyes and let out deep breaths. His hot breath was gross. The touch of his fingers was awkward.

“We shared this moment,” he spoke. “I trust you, Jordyn. And when I take care of things, you’ll be there with me.” Mr. Strokner took his fingers from Jordyn’s center. He touched the listing, leaving two small wet dots. “It’s time I start to replace what I’ve lost. The world keeps moving. I must do the same. Do you understand?”

“I’m sorry for what you’ve lost…” Jordyn whispered.

“It’s not just losing,” Mr. Strokner said. He hurried to stand. “It’s so much more. It’s what was taken. I let Rachel out of my sight too much. That was my fault. And she fell into the arms of those devils. She was killed because of them. They may have avenged the death of my daughter in their eyes, but I’ve come to realize how they work.” Mr. Strokner’s eyes went wide. “They have cruel souls.” Mr. Strokner punched the table just like he did during the meeting. “Well, I’ll be the same! I can’t just turn a blind eye to what they did and where they are going. I’ve seen too much and I’ve lost too much. And you, beautiful Jordyn, you will be mine. You’ll replace what I’ve lost. You’ll be everything to me. In every way.”

His eyes were locked onto Jordyn’s, but it was obvious that he his mind was somewhere else plotting. It sent chills to her core. She needed an exit plan.

Slowly, Jordyn stood from her chair. She reached out and touched Mr. Strokner’s tie.

“Wouldn't it be easier to just cash out and live peacefully somewhere away from the world? So there’s no more pain? No more worry? No more fear?”

Mr. Strokner shot a hand out and had Jordyn by the throat. “I don’t fear anything or anyone… I have the power. Now get out of here. I have a personal matter to tend to.”

Jordyn almost ran to the door. She looked over her shoulder to be sure that he wasn't following her, and she saw him slip the listing back on top of a stack of other papers. What else could he possibly have in that folder?

With disgust from his touch, and in fear of whatever else he had up his sleeve, Jordyn knew the only place she would feel safe was the clubhouse... in Jace's arms. against the MC.





fifteen.



Jace had been stupid drunk by two in the afternoon the past two days. He did not like waking up to an empty bed and still being able to smell Jordyn's scent on his sheets. A long time ago Jace had taught himself to ignore any feelings of caring about someone else, because it would always end badly. But in the blink of an eye, Jordyn had found a way to reopen those emotions.

Along with jealousy.

Intense jealousy.

The club needed Jordyn to stay close to Strokner for a little while longer to keep him happy and at bay. The talk now was about the drugs and the two bodies Chief Jerry had found near the edge of Frelen. The focus was obviously on that situation and not the fact that someone Jace cared about could quite possibly be in bed with Strokner right now.

That’s what made him drink.

This morning Jace woke to an empty bed. He reached across and grabbed the pillow that had become Jordyn’s pillow. He pulled it tight to his bare chest and buried his face into it. Like every morning, he pictured it was Jordyn’s beautiful chest. There were easily a dozen women somewhere the clubhouse, all of which who would do anything Jace demanded. And if none were worth his while, Jace knew Blaine could make a single phone call and have more women ready.

But Jace didn't want just any woman. He wanted Jordyn.

Fucking Jordyn.

He got out of bed, showered, dressed and left his room. When he got to the bar one of the prospects spotted him and immediately poured him a shot. Jace grabbed the shot and lifted it to his lips. The smell of the whiskey burned his nose.

He took a deep breath and put the drink back down. Today, he changed it up. Instead of wasting away another day, he ate a real breakfast, drank coffee, and then set out to find Miller. That proved to be a waste because Miller had nothing for him. Everything was too much in limbo for his liking.

Early afternoon, Jace found himself in a heated game of darts with Blaine. He was kicking Blaine’s ass. When Miller appeared from nowhere and called a meeting, Jace threw his last dart, hitting the bullseye.

“Fuck,” Blaine said. “No wonder Jordyn can’t get enough of your cock… you always hit the bullseye.”

Jace grumbled, ignoring the comment, and went into the meeting room.

The table was half full and Miller didn’t even bother to sit, so Jace, Blaine, Gaige, Griffin, and Nate awkwardly stood at their seats also.

“I think it’s time we pay a visit to Coast Road,” Miller said. “It’s been too quiet for me since everything went to shit with the chief. I have a bad feeling all around.”