Twisted Pieces (8 page)

“
I
don
’
t know what to do right
now,
”
Jordyn admitted.
“
I don
’
t even know if I still have a job.
”

“
You
better get that job back,
”
Jace said.
“
I could use
your help.
”

Help? He wants me to help
…

“
I
don
’
t understand.
”

“
You
will,
”
Jace said.
“
Strokner needs to be kept happy.
If he
’
s happy, he
’
s stupid. He fucking gave you a
folder and sent you here to piss me off. And it worked. But I need him to be
stupid a little longer. Can you do that?
”

“
You
want me to go back to him? You want me to let him..."

Jace put his hands to Jordyn
’
s shoulders. He held her tight.
“
Choose you life, Jordyn. If you want
to go out there and follow the straight path, then go. Or you can get back at
that fucking prick for all those times he touched you. For fucking hitting you.
You don
’
t want me to storm
into his office and put a bullet between his eyes, right?
”

“
No.
”

“
So
then help me. And by doing that, I
’
ll
help you.
”

Jordyn was shocked.
“
You would hurt him? For me?
”

Jace touched her cheek again.
“
I don
’
t know why, but I would.
”

“
Okay
then. I, uh, don
’
t have a
ride. One of his drivers brought me here.
”

Jace smiled.
“
I
’
ll
take you wherever you have to go.
”

Jordyn heard the words and just
like that, she crossed that line in her mind that had been keeping her safe.

She was on the dark side now.

eight.

Jace couldn
’
t get her out of his mind. How many days had it
been now? Two? Three? Fuck, maybe even more. The days and nights had been so damn
busy. They had table meetings every day to discuss Strokner, the legal case
against Jace, and random nonsense with Eight Under and Coast Road. And even
with all that going on, Jace thought about Jordyn. He wondered if she had
managed to get her job back. And if so, how did she do it? What was she doing
right now? Was she bent over letting Strokner fuck her?

Jealousy fucks with a person's
mind, and in the club life, any distraction can get someone killed. So after
the meetings, Jace would take a few shots of whiskey and pick a random
reliever
to join him in his room. The task was always simple. On her knees, in the
dark, and she had five minutes to make him come. The entire time Jace thought
of Jordyn and that damn body of hers.

“
Fuck,
”
Jace whispered.

He finished his smoke and threw it
to the ground. Embers scattered and he put his helmet on. Blaine was next to
him on his own motorcycle, getting ready to make a little visit to the judge
’
s son. It wasn
’
t quite approved by Miller and
the rest of the club, but with Blaine on his side, Jace had enough respect that
everyone shut their mouths about it. Which was good, considering the fact that
Shay had lied about his brother trying to kill everyone in the club, and Erik
had brought a potential fucking rat into the clubhouse. That all worked out so
it didn't matter.

And this would work out too.

Jace started his motorcycle. Blaine
did the same. He looked at Blaine and offered his fist. They bumped fists and
then they took off. Blaine was there to keep Jace from doing something really
stupid. Jace understood that. But he needed to send a clear message to everyone
in Frelen. It was time that the town was reminded of how important Back Down
Devil MC is. If it weren
’
t
for Back Down Devil, the town would have been overrun by Eight Under and Coast
Road. Drugs would be at every street corner and no one would be safe from the
bloodshed that always accompanies drug dealing.

Back Down Devil kept everything in
balance. And in order to do that, sometimes they had to send messages.

Blaine led the way to a private
school near the southern tip of Frelen. The campus was as big as some
university campuses. The buildings were old and massive. There was definitely some
old money and hush money flowing through the place.

They parked their motorcycles
across from the school.

"Doesn't seem to be much
security," Blaine said, looking around the grounds.

"Why would there be? These
kids are privileged. They've been sucking off a golden set of nipples and fed
from a silver spoon their whole lives. Their version of a bad day would be when
Daddy didn
’
t leave the keys
to his expensive car while he went on a weekend
business
trip to Vegas
to fuck anything with a slit."

"Damn man. Daddy issues?"
Blaine laughed.

Jace threw Blaine the finger and kept
his eyes on the building, waiting for the judge
’
s
son to come out.

“
It
’
s that one there,
”
Blaine said.
“
Should be any minute now.
”

“
Does
he get a ride or anything?
”
Jace asked.

“
No,
”
Blaine said.
“
He walks. It's a nice
neighborhood. No crime here, man.
”

Jace smiled.
“
For now.
”

There was silence for a few seconds
and then Blaine said,
“
Man,
don
’
t kill him.
”

“
Don
’
t tell me what to do.
”

“
Starting
a war with another crew is one thing. Starting a war outside the MC
…
you saw what happened with
Caius. And not to mention Strokner.
”

“
Don
’
t say that fucking name,
”
Jace growled.

“
Sorry.
Hey, whatever happened with that little thing in your room the other day? She
was fucking perfect.
”

Jace looked at Blaine.
“
I haven
’
t seen her since. Take that for what it
’
s worth.
”

“
Ah,
come on,
”
Blaine said.
“
Something that tight is worth
chasing. At least until you stretch it out.
”

“
Man,
how can you be so fucking
…
just
…
sick
…”

“
I
know,
”
Blaine said. He put
a hand to his heart.
“
I
’
m cursed. I swear on it. My head
is wrong.
”

Jace shook his head and watched a
smile creep across Blaine
’
s
face. The man had no remorse to anything but his cock. If Blaine had the choice
between keeping his hands, legs, eyes or his cock, he
’
d keep his cock.

A bell rang out and Jace gripped
the handlebars of his ride. He couldn
’
t
do anything there in the open. Too many people. Too many witnesses. The last
thing he needed was more fucking evidence against him.

Kids started to flood the doors,
desperate to get out of school. When Jace saw how old the kids were, he started
to get nervous. They were too young. He told himself to just wait it out. Older
kids would be coming out soon.

The kids got older, but not by
much. Then Blaine pointed to a kid with moppy blonde hair, running down the
main walkway to the sidewalk.

“
Right
there,
”
Blaine said.
“
That
’
s the one. Name
’
s
Jacob.
”

“
Jacob?
”

“
Yeah.
Just like his father.
”

Jace stared at the kid. He was
young. For a second Jace thought about hightailing it out of there. But he
couldn
’
t. They
’
d come down here for a reason.
That judge let Jace sit in prison for weeks. Day in and day out Jace
’
s life was at risk for no good
reason.

Jacob ran down the sidewalk like
someone was chasing him. He paused at the corner and then hung a left. Jace
looked at Blaine and nodded.

It was time to send a message.

The motorcycles moved out onto the
street. Jace knew they stuck out like sore thumbs in this part of Frelen, but
that didn
’
t matter. Once
they were beyond the school, they would be in the mix of things. The houses
were huge and spaced out pretty far so that everyone had a large lot of land.

Jace had his eyes on Jacob. He was
still running. It intrigued Jace, making him wonder if the kid didn
’
t know Back Down Devil was out
to get him.

When Jacob started to run faster,
moving toward a set of trees, Jace eased off the throttle to see what was going
to happen. What Jace expected and what happened were two different things. Jace
figured Jacob would disappear into the trees and be gone, but as Jacob got near
the trees, a group of kids emerged. Five of them. All dressed in the private
school uniform suits. The leader of the group was smoking a cigarette, holding
it uncomfortably like it was a joint. Obviously trying to looking tough. It
must have worked on Jacob, because he backed up and fell to his ass.

The five kids circled Jacob.

“
Holy
shit,
”
Blaine yelled.
“
They
’
re going to fuck that kid up.
”

Jace reached out and grabbed
Blaine.
“
Wait. Watch it.
”

Jace watched as the leader of the
group reached down and grabbed Jacob. He forced him to his feet. He held Jacob
by his shirt, shaking him. The only words Jace could make out were
fucking
and
pussy
. The bigger kid was shaking Jacob on purpose to scare him and to
look cool in front of his other buddies.

Then came the first punch. Right
across Jacob
’
s face. Jacob
yelled and stumbled back. Someone pushed Jacob back into the bigger kid, who
punched him again. This time, Jacob fell.

“
Stupid
fucking kid,
”
Jace said.

All five then came at Jacob,
kicking him while he was down.

“
Jesus,
man,
”
Blaine said,
“
Are we really letting this
happen?
”

“
Since
when do you have a conscience?
”

“
Good
point. But still, it
’
s
…”

“
Let
it go, Blaine. This is my battle.
”

The onslaught continued for a minute
before the leader called everyone off. He stood over Jacob, laughing. He
reached into his own pants and that
’
s
when Jace had seen enough. He wasn't going to let this prick piss on the kid
too. That was crossing the line.

Jace whistled and everyone looked
at him. The leader had the balls to raise a fist at Jace. So Jace did the only
logical thing - he opened his leather cut to reveal his gun.

That changed the situation, fast.
They all scattered back into the trees.

“
Let
me do this alone,
”
Jace
said to Blaine.
“
I need to
talk to the kid. It's better if you just wait. For legal reasons.
”

“
Just
don
’
t kill him
…”

“
Again,
Blaine, don
’
t fucking tell
me what to do.
”

Jace climbed off his motorcycle. He
took his helmet off and then he slowly walked over to the kid and stood there,
looking down at him. Jacob
’
s
nose and lip were bloody. His shirt stretched from being pulled at. His perfect
hair was messy too.

“
Where
’
s your father?
”
Jace asked.

“
I
don
’
t know. Working. He
always works.
”

“
Your
name is Jacob, right?
”

“
Yeah.
”

“
Your
father is a judge, right?
”

“
Yeah.
Why do you think that just happened?
”

“
That
was because your father
’
s a
judge?
”

Jacob nodded. He sat up and wiped
blood off his lip.
“
That
bigger guy is Dan. He was arrested for underage DUI last summer. My dad was the
judge on his case. He had bad history with Dan's dad, so my dad took it out on
Dan.
”

“
And
now Dan takes it out on you.
”

“
Yeah.
”

Jace laughed. Funny how justice
worked for some.

Jace put a hand out and Jacob took
it. He pulled the kid to his feet.
“
Do
you know who I am?
”

“
No.
Why?
”

“
Are
you afraid of me?
”

“
Yeah.
I
’
m afraid of everything.
”

“
Why?
”

“
Because
I don
’
t have a gavel and
power. My father does. Nobody can touch him. And I get to suffer for it.
”

“
I
came here to kill you,
”
Jace said.

Jacob's eyes widened and he tensed
up. He tried to step back, but Jace was right there with him.

“
What
did I do to you?
”
Jacob
asked.

“
Nothing.
That
’
s just part of the
problem here.
”

“
My
father
…
?
”

“
Yeah.
”

“
Fuck.
”

Jace laughed.
“
That
’
s a powerful word for a young kid.
”

“
I
don
’
t give a fuck,
”
Jacob said.
“
How
’
s that?
”

Jace gritted his teeth.
“
You going to keep getting your
ass kicked? Or are you going to eventually man up and fight back?
”

“
There
were five of them.
”

“
I
don
’
t care if there were
ten. You fight the fuck back, kid. Goddammit. You ran from that school like a
baby. And you ran right into their trap.
”

“
You
were following me?
”

Jace reached out and put his hand
to Jacob
’
s shoulder. His
original plan was to twist his neck, but nothing was going according to plan
lately.

“
I
know everything, kid. Don
’
t
fucking say stupid things. Tell me, do you want to be a bitch your entire life?
”