Twisted Pieces (Back Down Devil MC #5)(36)

“What have the guys seen out there?” Blaine asked.

“The prospects have seen dick,” Gaige said.

“Literally?” Blaine asked.

“Asshole,” Griffin said.

“My point is that I want you guys to take a ride down to the beach and do your thing,” Miller said. “Rattle those motherf*ckers and make sure we know what they’re doing.”

“But we don’t know anything about it,” Jace said. “How they’re moving shit. Where it’s coming from. Where it’s going.”

“I don’t care,” Miller said. “I want them to know. Make them sweat. They’ll eventually f*ck up and we’ll be right there. This shit is making me cringe. I’m not happy about Jace in prison. Pending murder charges. Drugs. It’s like we’ve lost control.”

“Damnit,” Nate said. “We haven’t lost control.”

“We’ve lost a step or two,” Gaige said. “Caius took a lot out of us.”

“That’s all done now,” Miller said. “Which means we focus. Get down there and make something happen.”

It was music to Jace’s ears. It was the perfect way to burn off his built up tension... and jealousy. Not to mention maybe find a way to ignore these f*cking feelings for Jordyn.

When they all left the room, Gaige put a smoke between his lips and offered one to Jace. Jace took it. When Griffin opened the door to go outside, the sun almost blinded Jace. He hadn't been outside during the day in a couple days. After his eyes adjusted, the five of them got on their rides. Miller hung back, so Gaige was in charge on this run. Jace rode next to him. Behind them was Blaine and Nate. The tail was Griffin. They cut down the main strip and rode at furious speeds. At a red light, Gaige checked the traffic and signaled to hang a dangerous left turn. This was about business. There was a problem in Frelen and Back Down Devil was going to solve it.

As they made the turn, Jace looked to his right and could see the Strokner's office building. Jordyn was there... probably being touched...

Jace gripped the handlebars harder. And it made him throttle the engine and speed up. When he got ahead of Gaige, he heard Gaige’s ride thundering. Soon they were riding even faster. All Jace could see was red. He wanted to fight. It didn’t f*cking matter if the guys were massive bodybuilders. They could all be taken down. If not with fists, then with a f*cking gun.

When they got close enough, they pulled over and Jace pointed.

"There. That's where I saw the deal go down.”

“Maybe we should check there,” Blaine said.

“Too late,” Griffin said. “Look.”

Darting out onto the road by the docks was a group of motorcycles. Four wide, two rows, made it eight on five.

Jace was tempted to draw his gun and start pulling the trigger. Who the f*ck cared if he took out a handful of these pricks?

Jordyn would care.

But for all Jace knew, Jordyn was bent over Strokner’s desk, thrusting back at him, all in the hopes of finding out information to help the MC.

“Hold our ground,” Gaige said. “No killing. Yet.”

Back Down Devil stood and watched the group of big bikers approach them. The motorcycles split as their leader came to the front. Mutty was a big guy, but his skin was beat up by the sun and his muscles had become flabby. These kinds of shows always pissed Jace off. In Back Down Devil the President or VP or leader always rode first. They weren’t afraid of riding into danger. Having their leader in the back was a joke. A sign of weakness.

Mutty stepped off his motorcycle and rubbed his chin. He looked to his left and pointed to the beautiful water. The waves looked gentle, their whitecaps rising and falling. The sun reflected off the water. A perfect day really for anyone who wanted to take a swim, build a sandcastle, or just unwind.

That’s not how life worked in the MC though. There was no stopping to enjoy life, because this was real. Protecting their town did not have a pause button. Neither did enemies. It was always killed or be killed and that would never change.

“I’m trying to figure something out,” Mutty said.

“What’s that?” Gaige asked.

“How much more you could juice up before your cock and balls just disappear?” Blaine asked. “Then again, if you did that, then your boys here could f*ck you with their little ‘roid cocks. Maybe that’s a win-win.”

Mutty laughed. He looked to the guy on the far end and gave a nod.

Jace had an uneasy feeling, but before he could say a word, the guy pulled out a gun and shot. The thunder of the weapon was followed by a grunt and a little scream from Blaine as he twisted and fell to his hands to knees.

“Jesus f*ck!” Griffin yelled.

Nate and Griffin grabbed Blaine and pulled him back toward their motorcycles.

Gaige and Jace drew their guns, both pointing them right at Mutty’s head.

“What?” Mutty asked. “Anyone else want to make a comment about us?”

“Fuck you,” Jace growled.

“Yeah. Keep talking. What the f*ck do you want here?”

“We know what you’re doing,” Gaige said.

Mutty reached out and called the man off. He put his gun away. When Gaige did the same thing to Jace, Jace squeezed his gun tight, not wanting to put his weapon away. He wanted to fire it. He wanted to empty the clip into Mutty’s body.