Twisted Pieces (Back Down Devil MC #5)(48)

“Shit,” Blaine said, smacking the table. “He’s right.”

“They’ll see you,” Landon said.

“What if they come at you, like they did to us the last time?” Miller asked.

Jace looked right at Miller. “Then we know this shit goes very deep.”

“You’re willing to put yourself out there like this?” Griffin asked. “We could just as easily send a prospect out.”

“No,” Jace said. “I’m tired of waiting. And hiding. I wasted so much time in prison. I want this done today. I want my girl out of Strokner’s f*cking hands. I want him dead…”

“A lot of want for someone not wearing a patch,” Miller said and nodded down to his President’s patch.

“Yeah, well, I’m sorry about that,” Jace said.

Miller looked around the table. He nodded. “Blaine, Gaige, Shay. Ride with him. Split off a mile away. Jace, roll in alone and back out. Don’t linger. If shit hits the fan, fire a shot and that’s the warning to these guys. Get back here in one piece. And don’t start a f*cking war.”

Miller pounded the gavel and pointed to the door.

Jace turned and stormed out of the room. He didn’t look at anything but the door to the clubhouse. He hustled to his ride and was moving before the other guys were even out the door.

Jace was pissed off about having three guys behind him, but he understood it. The club wanted to protect him, and that made him feel good.

Flying through Frelen, Jace was focused. He worked his way toward the beach. Seeing the water, the waves, the people, some on vacation, some playing hooky, it was such an incredible contrast to the life Jace lived.

Jace checked his mirror and saw Gaige, Blaine, and Shay drop back. Now Jace was alone. As much as he wanted to speed and throttle his beast and go screaming right into the Coast Road deal, he knew he had to be alert and smart. So he coasted down the road as far as he could. In the distance he spotted the large rock in the ocean where the last deal went down.

Jace pulled to the side of the road and turned off his engine. He was going to walk down as far as needed to see some action before making a decision. And that decision was simple. Jace was going to kill them.

That was the only way to actually end this.

Miller would have a fit and for all Jace knew, he’d be stripped of his cut. If that happened, Jace would take Jordyn by the hand and they’d be gone. He could finally see the possibility of a life outside of the club, and he wasn't sure whether he should feel good about that or scared that he didn't need the club to make him happy anymore.

But first, Jace had to see something.

There was nowhere to hide out. There were some rocks and sand dunes, but nothing more than that. The boardwalk had ended a few hundred feet back. That’s where most of the Coast Road MC hung out and did their business, but for their shipments, it appeared they moved elsewhere.

Jace stopped moving when he saw a few guys from Coast Road. They were standing on the other side of the rocks, near a small fishing boat. It looked like the boat Jace saw, but it wasn’t the same exact one.

They were using a different boat each time. It brought less attention to the destination and the cause. It was a smart move, too smart for the dumb f*cks in Coast Road MC, which meant there definitely was more powerful hands in this deal.

Jace continued to walk slowly, crouching the best he could so he wouldn’t be spotted. Then again, being dressed in a black leather cut, walking along the rocks and sand dunes wasn’t much camouflage. If this was a decent enough operation, a sniper should be readying to blow his head off.

But that wasn't happening yet.

Jace crept forward a few hundred more feet. He got closer to the shore where there was a wall of black and slimey looking rocks. The waves crashed with their soothing sound. Crouching again, Jace had a little more protection behind the rocks. A warm breeze shot off the water and under any other circumstances, it would have been a nice feeling.

As Jace waited, he reached for his gun. There was a chance his shot wouldn’t be able to hit anyone or anything from this distance, but he had to be ready just in case. If need be, he’d stand and run toward the *s and just start shooting. That would give Gaige, Blaine, and Shay a heads up and then Back Down Devil could end this battle before it became a goddamn war.

Jace slowly started to stand. He spotted two men standing at the back of the fishing boat. Then he saw Mutty. Next to him was another meathead of muscle. Jace smiled when he saw the guy's crutches. He was lucky that Jace had shot him in the knee and not in his f*cking head.

Next time, motherf*cker…

The two guys in the boat wore regular clothes. They looked like tourists with their sunglasses with string attached to them around their necks.

One of the guys turned and opened a compartment and pulled out a white box. After popping off the lid, he took out a fish and wiggled it.

Mutty shook his head and yelled something.

The other guy then reached into the white box and pulled out a bag. The f*cking drugs. The lid was put back on the box and then handed to Mutty. He put one box on one large shoulder and then a second one was presented to him. He took both and walked away.

Jace took a step, ready to unleash hell.

But then one of the guys lifted a machine gun. He rested it on his hip and started to look around. Jace dropped back a little and wasn’t seen. The guy then gave a command and his partner started to unload more boxes. Different sizes with different logos on them.