Twisted Pieces (Back Down Devil MC #5)(52)

Jordyn grabbed at the desk. She tried to push back. She turned her head, ready to do something… anything to get away… but she saw a knife in Mr. Strokner’s hand. The blade touched her neck and it stung.

“Look, you’re bleeding already,” Mr. Strokner said. “Damn. Just stop. Relax.”

Jordyn was frozen. There was knife to her neck and she was already bleeding.

Mr. Strokner unbuttoned her pants and pushed them down with one hand. He touched her ass and curled his fingers around. He touched her but it meant nothing. She wasn’t wet for him. She didn’t want him.

“I’m going to f*ck you good,” he whispered. “So good, Jordyn.”

Jordyn heard him unzipping his pants. She looked left, then right. She needed to do something.

“I lost my family,” she said. “I know the empty feeling.”

“Shut up,” Mr. Strokner said. “Shut up. You’re empty? I’ll fill you. With my dick.”

“I understand how you're feeling,” Jordyn said. “They took her away. They f*cking hurt you. I hate them too, Mr. Strokner. Jace murdered a man in front of me. Then he forced me to my knees and I had to suck him off…”

Mr. Strokner growled and then the knife was away from Jordyn’s neck. He whipped her around. He put the knife on the desk. His hands climbed up to her face. Jordyn looked down and saw his half erect dick just dangling there.

“Jace killed someone in front of you?” he asked.

“Yes. He made me see it.”

“He hurt you?”

“Yes. I’m trying to tell you that. I’m scared, sir. I want to be… held…”

The tears in Jordyn’s eyes were real, but they weren’t because she wanted comfort from Mr. Strokner. She just wanted to make it out of this alive.

“You want to be held?” Mr. Strokner asked. “Because Jace hurt you? Because they all hurt you?”

“I saw him shoot a man. More than once. He shot the man in his stomach and let him bleed to death. I saw it. I can help. Just don’t hurt me, sir.”

Mr. Strokner gently touched Jordyn’s arms. “I would never hurt you. Never. I’m going to love you. I’m going to make you a better life. The life my wife and daughter had. Yes. I’ll take such good care of you. I’ll love you, touch you, f*ck you when you need it. Like I need it right now. Okay?”

“Hold me first,” Jordyn whispered.

Mr. Strokner lowered his head. He slowly came forward and put his face to her chest. Jordyn didn’t know what to expect next, but when Mr. Strokner started to cry, she had her chance.

Reaching carefully, Jordyn got the knife off the desk. She closed her eyes. She wasn’t made for this kind of stuff. Not hurting. Not killing.

Mr. Strokner screamed and then suddenly he was away from her. When Jordyn opened her eyes, she saw the knife sticking out of his arm.

His f*cking arm…

Jordyn’s mind told her one thing - you missed, and now he’s going to kill you.

Rage filled Mr. Strokner’s face. He grit his teeth so hard they looked ready to break into pieces.

“Whore!” he managed to growl.

Jordyn quickly grabbed the bottle of scotch and swung it. The bottle cracked Mr. Strokner in the head. He stumbled to his left and then fell over a chair to the floor.

Jordyn lifted her pants and then looked behind her. She grabbed the pictures from the folder as he tried to get back to his feet.

She ran from the office and down the hallway.

It was the last time she wanted to ever see that man and this f*cking building. She hoped Jace would kill him and burn this place down.





twenty-one.



Jace paced the hallway in the clubhouse. Jordyn was in the shower, again, and he made sure she was comfortable enough to be alone for now. The line had been crossed once and for all. The proof was the fear in Jordyn’s eyes and the pictures in Jace’s hand.

He was waiting for Miller to get back from a meeting with Chief Jerry. A few of the guys were at the bar. Unfortunately, one of the prospects dared to ask Jace if he was okay. And now that prospect was still picking up teeth from behind the bar. This was not the time to ask Jace anything other than how he planned on gutting Strokner from his throat down to his *.

The longer it took the angrier Jace got.

When the door to the clubhouse opened and Miller came in, he looked just as pissed. Gaige, Blaine, and Landon were behind him. Landon went to the bar and kicked over a barstool. Gaige punched a wall. Blaine had a hand on his dick and balls, adjusting himself, as a lit cigarette hung from his mouth. Miller grabbed a pool stick and broke it over the table.

“What happened?” Jace yelled.

“Nothing!” Miller bellowed. “The f*cking van was empty! Empty!”

“What…?”

Miller grabbed Jace by the shoulder. “You heard me, Jace. The chief stopped the van himself and it was f*cking empty. The driver and passenger both checked out. They work for the seafood company. You know how much of a f*cking stupid we look? Running drugs? Coast Road is selling goddamn fish.”

“I bet their hands stink like *,” Blaine said and grinned.

“Not the time, Blaine,” Gaige said.

“I know what I saw,” Jace said. It felt like all he did anymore was repeat that phrase. “Fuck, Miller. There was fish on top and drugs under it. In each box. If that’s how they’re moving…”