Twisted Pieces (Back Down Devil MC #5)(51)

“You’re going to kill him…”

“Yeah,” Jace said. He traced Jordyn’s face. “Sometimes, there’s no choice.”

“I know,” Jordyn whispered.

She closed her eyes and curled up close to Jace’s body. She had thought she would have been in the Back Down Devil clubhouse for a little while before meeting Mr. Strokner, but this worked out even better.

An hour later, Jordyn climbed over Jace, tempted to f*ck him, but she resisted and went to shower. Jace followed her and watched her shower from the doorway. After she dressed, he held her hand as he walked her from her apartment to her car.

“This is insane,” he said.

“I know,” Jordyn said. “But so was thinking that I would be happy with a white picket fence. Right?”

“No,” Jace said. “Is that what you really want?”

“Not anymore.”

“Then think about the life you do want.”

“The life I want? It’s with you.”

“Then come back to me, babe. Keep your phone with you. I’ll be near the building."

Jordyn touched Jace’s hard jaw. She didn’t reply. She leaned down and kissed him. The kind of kiss that would linger on Jordyn’s lips for hours.

She turned and got into her car.

The ride was lonely even with Jace behind her. As they got closer to the building, Jace made a turn somewhere and was gone from sight. Jordyn parked her car in the parking garage and went to the office. She wasn’t supposed to be at work today, but if Mr. Strokner called and needed her, she had to be there.

Jordyn walked into the elevator and shut her eyes. She took a few deep breaths. Her body was filled with fear. The hallways were quiet. Nobody else was here right now. The desks and offices were empty. The lights were on, but Jordyn didn’t know where Mr. Strokner was. The logical place to look first was his office. But when Jordyn went there, it was empty. She thought about calling Mr. Strokner, but instead she stepped into his office.

Slowly, she approached the desk and noticed there was an open folder on it. Her mouth ran dry as a sudden sense of boldness came over her. Jordyn wanted this to end as much as Jace did. She had enough of being touched and talked to the way Mr. Strokner did. He wasn’t going to give her anything she needed. And the more she listened to him, the more she realized he was honestly losing his damn mind.

Jordyn reached for the folder and slowly turned it around. The listing was on top. When Jordyn pushed that paper to the side, she gasped. There were pictures of Jace standing at a hole. Pictures of Jace putting a body into that hole. These were the pictures, the evidence that Jace had been talking about. The evidence that would put him away for a long time. Probably the rest of his life.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

Jordyn screamed. She spun around and saw Mr. Strokner standing just a few feet away. He was holding an open bottle of scotch. He drank from it.

“Mr. Strokner…”

“You see what I have? The ability to crush them all. I can put Jace away. I have other pictures in there too. I could take the land and then dig up all their secrets.” Mr. Strokner laughed. “Then it’s all mine. Whoever is left will become employees of mine.”

“I don’t understand. What do you get out of it?”

“Everything,” Mr. Strokner said. “I get revenge. I help the town. I become a hero to everyone. And then, I have you.”

He came toward Jordyn. His body touched hers. She could feel that he was hard already. He drank from the bottle of scotch again and then put it on his desk. His cold, sweaty hands touched Jordyn’s face. He was blinking rapidly.

“I’m going to have you,” he whispered.

His lips touched hers, once, twice, and then he pulled back.

“You were with him,” Mr. Strokner said. “I can taste the filth on your lips.”

“What?”

“Jace. You were with him. You let him f*ck you, I bet. You let him kiss you.”

Mr. Strokner backed up.

“Please,” Jordyn said. “Just tell me…”

“You whore,” Mr. Strokner said. “My wife and my daughter were whores. Look at their fates. The fate of a whore.”

“I won’t tell anyone,” Jordyn said. “Just let me leave. I don’t want to do this anymore.”

Mr. Strokner slammed back into Jordyn. She whimpered. His hands held her waist, tight. “You f*cking wanted it. You took the position. I told you what I wanted to do and you accepted it. You didn’t mind when I touched your sweet *. You didn’t mind rubbing against me, making me come all over myself. You f*cking whore.”

“I understand, Mr. Strokner. I've lost my family too. I just lost my grandmother today. Please, I understand."

Jordyn heard the slap before she felt the sting of pain. A second later came the realization she had just been slapped across the face by Mr. Strokner. She touched her cheek and tears filled her eyes.

He started to wrestle with Jordyn, trying to turn her around. Jordyn tried to kick and punch, but he elbowed her in the stomach. It knocked the wind out of Jordyn enough that she was paralyzed for a few seconds. That’s when he turned her around. His body was against hers.

“I’m going to finally f*ck you,” Mr. Strokner growled. “Then I’m going to kill you. You don’t deserve to live. You f*cking whore.”