Twisted Pieces (Back Down Devil MC #5)(4)

But that’s not what Jace did.

He didn’t wait around and just let time work things out. That was the shit pussies did. Jace wasn’t a *. He liked *. Speaking of which, going two months without it felt like years.

Jace opened his eyes and closed his hand on the leather cut. He lifted it. Looking around the room, Jace knew if anyone was in there or was out there somehow watching him, he was going to look like the biggest * ever.

Jace hugged the leather cut. He smelled it. He let out a sigh of relief. Then, right there in the middle of the room, Jace stripped butt ass naked. He left the orange clothes on the floor. He stepped back and gripped himself. With a huge grin on his face, Jace started to piss on the clothes he had worn for weeks.

Once he finished, Jace properly dressed himself in what he was meant to wear and then walked to the door and knocked on it. It opened a few seconds later. A guard stood there and his nose started wiggling.

“Smells like piss.”

Jace laughed. “Sorry. Had a little accident.”

“Oh, f*ck, man,” the guard said.

Jace threw his right shoulder into the guard and sent him stumbling back. Jace walked down a narrow hall and saw the door to freedom. He kicked it open and walked down a sidewalk that was lined with barbed wire fences on either side. None of that mattered to Jace though. His focus was forward and what waited at the end of the sidewalk.

Already clapping and cheering were Miller, Gaige, Griffin, Landon, and Blaine. The only guys missing from the main table were Nate and Shay. Jace’s eyes first went to Gaige. The VP of Back Down Devil wasn’t the greatest guy in Jace’s book. Their history wasn't great either, especially since Jace recently took a beating to protect Gaige's girl, Emily. Businessman slash *, Robert Strokner, had been poking around the MC since his daughter, Emily's best friend, was killed while in the care of Back Down Devil. So Gaige made a peace offering by killing the man who killed Strokner’s daughter and then sent Strokner the man's eyeballs. It was a mistake, because it gave Strokner a false sense of power and now he was stirring up all sorts of danger.

Fucking Gaige.

Jace approached the crew and when Miller opened his arms for a hug, Jace froze. He put his hands out and shook his head.

“What the f*ck took so long?” he asked.

Miller nodded and put his arms down. He slipped his thumbs into the pockets of his jeans. “I guess that’s a fair question. I mean, you were taken away out of nowhere. Transferred to this hellhole. Then left.”

“Left?” Jace asked. “I f*cking fought every day. To only have the same amount of questions as the day before. And the f*cking lawyer told me nothing.”

“Because that’s all we have,” Miller said. “Nothing. And with nothing…”

“Don’t give me the pep talk. Where’s my ride?”

Gaige and Griffin stepped aside and pointed.

There she was.

Beautifully mixed with black and chrome, the motorcycle was pretty enough to almost get Jace hard.

He slowly walked forward, eyes on the ride. He touched the seat and swallowed. He reached for the handlebars and felt relief flow through him.

“Fuck,” he whispered.

“Hey, bro, let me ask you something,” Blaine said as he approached.

“Blaine,” Jace said. “You still look like the same mess of hell."

“He’s only showered once in the meantime,” Miller said.

Blaine smiled and shrugged his shoulders. “I like a good layer of * all over me. Keeps me fresh. And it drives women wild. They can try and be tough all the want, but they get jealous. Crazy f*cking jealous.”

“What’s your question, Blaine?” Jace asked.

Jace was already feeling annoyed. He had the slight sting of betrayal in his heart and wasn’t sure if that was right or not. More than anything else he wanted to get on his motorcycle and ride the open road. Feel the power of the ride. Hear its thundering cry. Feel the wind beating against his face. And know he was speeding the f*ck away from this damn prison.

“My question… I mean, you’re in there, right? There’s no women. What do you…”

Jace curled his lip. “That’s what you wanted to ask me?”

“Yeah.”

“Maybe I used my hand,” Jace said.

“That’s all? Fuck. I mean, you could have ripped a hole in your pillow or something. Or the mattress. Oh, man, check it out. Roll up a blanket and squeeze it real tight around the head of your cock… right?”

“Jesus,” Miller said.

“Blaine,” Landon said. “Get on your bike. And don’t talk.”

“What? I’m just curious. I mean, what if we all end up in there at some point? What do we do? I can’t survive without *, man.”

“I did,” Jace growled. “For months. So let it go.”

“Not anymore though,” Blaine said with a grin. “I’m going to take care of that, Jace. I have it all worked out for you man. Just get to the clubhouse.”

“I want to know what’s going on first,” Jace said. “I want a table meeting.” Jace looked back at Miller. “Right now.”

“Jace,” Gaige said. “Take it easy, bro…”

“If someone tells me to calm down or take it easy one more time, I’m going to f*cking kill whoever it is.”