Twisted Pieces (5 page)

It was too much for Jace. He didn
’
t understand how some guys did
it for years. Especially if they got out. At night, it had been so silent.
Quiet enough that his thoughts were like outside voices in the night, echoing
all around. Right now, in the clubhouse, it was like a thundering commotion. It
fucking pissed him off.

Jace took two steps and then
stopped. He turned and grabbed the first woman he could find. He pulled her
close, his hand sliding to her back. She was already topless and there wasn
’
t much that made up the
so-called panties she was wearing.

“
Are
you a fucking stripper?
”
Jace asked.

“
Yeah,
”
the woman replied.

“
You
have some fucking stupid name? Like
W
hip
? Or
P
assion
?
”

“
No.
My name is anything you want to call me.
”

“
You
come with me right now, I
’
m
going to fuck you all night,
”
Jace warned.

“
Okay.
”

“
You
’
re not getting paid.
”

“
I
’
m here on volunteer work.
”

Jace slipped his hand down
Stephanie
’
s little string
panties and guided her to his room. When he opened the door, he pushed the
stripper inside and slammed the door shut.

Jace wasted no time ripping his cut
off and grabbing Stephanie's large, obviously fake breasts from behind. She
thrust back at him, groaning.

“
Don
’
t do the fake shit,
”
Jace whispered.
“
Just bend the fuck over.
”

“
Hey,
were you really in prison?
”

“
Yeah,
why?
”

“
That
’
s kind of hot.
”

“
Ask
me what I was in prison for then.
”

“
Tell
me.
”

Jace put his lips to the stripper
’
s glittery cheek.
“
Fucking murder.
”

Jace released his hold on the
stripper
’
s tits and bent
her over. He opened his jeans and pulled himself out. This woman wasn
’
t worthy of him taking off his
clothes. There was no need for that shit right now. Jace stroked his cock and
then reached into his nightstand to get a condom. Once he was protected, he tore
the little panty thing off Stephanie
’
s
body and forced himself nice and deep in her body.

With his eyes shut, Jace enjoyed
the feel of a woman.

He came, tucked himself away, and
then threw the stripper to the bed.

“
You
’
re sleeping with me tonight.
When I want to fuck, be wet. If you touch me without me telling you, I
’
ll toss you out. You
’
re leaving in the morning and I
never want to see you again. Got it?
”

“
Is
that all?
”
the stripper
asked.

Jace curled his lip.

He should have just thrown her out
now. He didn't need a goddamn woman talking back to him. It was much easier to
just switch them up like a change of clothes. Less mess and less fucking care.

five.

Jordyn shadowed Mr. Strokner for
most of the morning. She felt uncomfortable seeing him for the first few hours.
When she did, her face turned red and she couldn
’
t
help but think about what had happened. She was certain she had given him the
wrong idea with the way she touched herself and moved on him. The way he came
…
the way she came
…
it had never happened to Jordyn
like that before.

The worst part was that she kind of
wanted to do it again. Of course, she would need to see that picture of Jace
again. The sexy mystery of the biker. The idea of him being in prison for
murder. Being released. Everything about it was just so different from what
Jordyn knew in her life. She was used to a constant repeat of struggle and
suffering. Right down to this opportunity with Mr. Strokner and his company. It
should have been the dream job she had worked so hard for, but it wasn
’
t. And it never would be.

Jordyn had a gut feeling that
things were going to get worse, and her fears quickly came true. In between
meetings, Jordyn saw two clients out of a meeting room, and she returned and
found Mr. Strokner sitting in his chair at the head of the table. Only, he was
facing her, looking relaxed, his legs open.

“
Shut
the door,
”
he said.

Jordyn did as told.

The blinds were already closed.

“
Shut
the lights off.
”

Jordyn reached out and turned the
lights off. It was pitch black except for the slivers of light that came
through the slits in the blinds.

The chair squeaked as Mr. Strokner
rose from it.

“
Face
the door,
”
he whispered.
“
Spread your legs.
”

Jordyn did everything. She felt Mr.
Strokner place his hands to her hips. He pulled at her, allowing her to feel
his hardness.

“
I
can
’
t stop thinking about
it,
”
he said.
“
What you did to me. Did to
yourself. You want me to fuck you so bad, Jordyn. You want me to let you in on
my dirty secrets. You want to know more about my little side projects. And
fuck, Jordyn, I want that
…”

Mr. Strokner reached up and touched
her cheek with the tips of his fingers. He moved the hair from her face. He
came forward and placed his cheek to hers. Jordyn felt his stale breath on her
face.

“
Is
that what you want?
”
he
whispered.

“
Yes,
sir,
”
Jordyn said.

“
You
want me to fuck you. Let you in. Pay you more. I bet that
’
s it, right? You want money.
”

“
Yes
…
is that
…
wrong?
”

“
Of
course not, Jordyn. I know what
’
s
happening to your dear grandmother. But I don
’
t
care about that right now. I care about your wet, tight pussy. The way you
remind me of my daughter. It drives me wild. It doesn
’
t let me sleep. And no matter how hard I squeeze my
cock, the feeling doesn
’
t
go away. Okay?
”

“
Okay,
”
Jordyn whispered.

She found a benefit of being in the
dark now. It was so she could cry. Tears filled her eyes and started to fall.
As long as Mr. Strokner didn
’
t
touch her cheeks, he wouldn't know. Right now, he had one hand cupping her
breast and the other between her legs.

“
I
’
ll fuck you soon,
”
Mr. Strokner said.
“
When I
’
m ready. I at least know you
’
re ready. But for the other stuff
…
you want in, you got it. I
’
m going to send you on a little
mission. Right now. You want to see it all, Jordyn? Then you can go see it. You
want to see Back Down Devil?
”

Those words caused her body to
tense and shiver at the same time. She accidentally thrust back against Mr.
Strokner and he throbbed.

"Damn, I know you want me, but
I told you that you'll get it when I want you to get it. So relax and follow my
instructions about the MC."

Back Down Devil
…
Jace
…

“
Yes,
sir,
”
Jordyn whispered.

“
Good
girl. Now, turn on the light.
”

Jordyn lifted her left hand and
wiped her cheeks and then turned on the light. She felt Mr. Strokner move away
from her. She put her hands to the door and waited for the next command.

“
Turn
around,
”
Mr. Strokner said.

Jordyn took a deep breath and
turned around, hoping she had regained her composure. Mr. Strokner eyed her and
then reached down for his briefcase. He put it on the table and opened it. He
took out a folder. The folder from his desk. With the picture of Jace on it.

When she saw it, her panties became
uncomfortable. Jace already did incredible things to her body, and he would
forever be in her sexual memory even if she never met him.

“
I
want you to take this folder to Jace,
”
Mr. Strokner said.

“
I
’
m sorry?
”

Mr. Strokner lifted the folder and
held it out.
“
You heard me,
Jordyn. You want to see this side? Go see it. Take this folder to Jace. Tell
him it
’
s from me. Then come
back to me. I
’
ll be waiting
in the car for you. Then we
’
ll
see what happens
…”

The smile on Mr. Strokner
’
s face made Jordyn uneasy. She
reached out and took the folder. She slipped out of the conference room and
somehow walked her way out of the building. It was like someone else was in
control of her movements. All her mind could focus on was Jace
’
s picture. She was tempted to
open the folder to see what she was getting herself involved in, but she
resisted. Out of respect for Jace and Back Down Devil. And even out of respect for
Mr. Strokner.

A black car was waiting for Jordyn.
She got into the backseat and it started to drive. Her heart raced the entire
time. She hadn
’
t been this nervous
when interviewing for the job with Mr. Strokner. Blurting out something about
Back Down Devil seemed to have changed everything Jordyn wanted. With each
passing mile she started to realize that she would probably never end up the
way her grandmother intended. As some strong business woman with a good career.
Instead, she was
this
…
and
this
didn
’
t
quite have a title yet.

At least it was exciting.

The black car pulled into a gate
and they drove past a few neglected buildings. The car made a turn and stopped.
Jordyn opened the back door and climbed out. She saw a building in front of
her. Motorcycles lined the front of the building. It was too quiet, and she got
an eerie feeling that danger could strike at any given second without warning.

The moment Jordyn closed the door,
the vehicle sped away. She turned and cried out as the black car sped away and
out of sight. Jordyn clung to the folder and walked to the door. And then all
of a sudden, she realized the serious chance that Mr. Strokner could be setting
her up to be hurt... or killed.

Jordyn looked at the picture of
Jace and told herself she had to at least meet him. Even if he was going to
kill her.

He just got out of prison for
murder
…

Well, alleged murder
…

Jordyn opened the door and went
inside.

The clubhouse looked like a bomb
had gone off. There were three men with mops, buckets, and trashcans. They wore
bare, black leather cuts. All three men stopped what they were doing and looked
at Jordyn.

“
I
have a delivery,
”
Jordyn
said and held out the folder.
“
For
…
Jace
…”

The three men quickly looked back
and forth at each other.

Beyond the main bar was a hallway.
Echoing was the sound of heels hitting the ground. They were moving fast.
Jordyn watched as a tall, beautiful woman appeared. She was topless and had
large breasts. She wore pants that were obviously meant for a man. Her red
heels didn
’
t match the
pants, but it didn
’
t matter
because everyone was staring at her naked chest.

“
I
’
m out of here,
”
she said.
“
Stop by tonight for a dance.
”
She giggled. When she saw
Jordyn, she paused.
“
Who
are you?
”

“
Jordyn
…
I need to see Jace
…”

“
Take
a number,
”
the woman said
and giggled again as she left the clubhouse.

Jordyn took a few steps and looked
down the hallway. She checked over her shoulder at the men cleaning up.

“
Can
I?
”

“
I
wouldn
’
t,
”
one of them warned.

“
Wouldn
’
t what?
”
a voice bellowed.

From the darkness and shadows of
the hallway, a figured appeared. The first thing Jordyn saw was
his
face.
That same sexy face and killer eyes. Then came the body. At first, Jordyn
refused to believe Jace wasn
’
t
wearing a shirt. But sure as hell, there was no shirt on his body. And whatever
she tried to envision in her pathetic mind was nothing compared to the steel
like muscle that was right there in front of her.

A large tattoo covered the left
side of his chest, Jace
’
s
body looked more cut than built. A small part of Jordyn's mind wondered if Jace
was even human. He was that good looking. He wore jeans that hung a few inches
low and the cuts of his stomach muscles disappeared right into his pants, and Jordyn
mentally begged to see more.
So much more.

“
You
have a visitor,
”
one of the
guys called out.

“
I
see that,
”
Jace said. Those
blue eyes tore through all her thoughts.

“
Jordyn,
”
she managed to whisper.
“
My name is Jordyn. I
…
I have something
…”

“
I
heard your name once already,
”
Jace said.
“
What
’
s in your hand?
”

“
A
folder.
”

Jace took the folder and a couple
of his fingers brushed against hers and Jordyn
’
s
toes curled in her shoes.

“
What
the fuck is this?
”
Jace asked.
He looked at the folder and then opened it. He slammed it shut right away and
began to wave it in the air.
“
Tell
me right now
…
what the fuck
is this?
”

Jordyn gasped.
“
I was told
…”

“
Is
this a fucking joke? Who the fuck are you?
”

Jace inched closer. Jordyn forced
herself not to look at his chest. His tattoo. His muscles. But looking into his
eyes was almost as bad.

She started to shake her head.
“
I
’
m
sorry
…
Mr. Strokner
…”

“
Mr.
Strokner
?
”
Jace
growled.
“
Motherfucker.
”
Jace reached out and grabbed
Jordyn by the arm.
“
Come
with me, right now.
”

If she were Jordyn from two months
ago, she would have pulled away and ran from the clubhouse. Then again, if she
really were Jordyn from two months ago, she would have never put herself in a
position like this to begin with.

But Jace was too sexy to say no to.
Not to mention the grip he had on her arm. There was no escaping his vice grip
as he dragged her through the hallway. Jordyn tried to keep up, her lips
moving, but no words were coming to her.

Jace opened a door and threw Jordyn
in, sending her flying into a bed where she slammed into a naked woman on her
hands and knees. The woman wiggled and looked back at her.

“
Hey,
you brought a friend,
”
the
woman flirted.

Jordyn couldn
’
t believe her eyes. She could
see everything. The woman's smooth ass. Her glistening slit. Then Jordyn
realized she was still touching a naked stranger and quickly jumped back.

“
Get
the fuck out of here,
”
Jace
said.

The woman turned and sat on the
bed. She looked at Jordyn. Then to Jace.
“
Who
is this? Your accountant?
”

“
You
heard what I said,
”
Jace
said.
“
You
’
ve fulfilled your purpose. Get
the fuck out of my room before I drag you out by your hair.
”