Twisted Pieces (4 page)

“
My
goodness, Jordyn,
”
Mr.
Strokner whispered.
“
It
looks so fucking delicious.
”

When Mr. Strokner put his hands to
Jordyn
’
s bare legs, she
tensed up. She didn
’
t want
this, but she didn
’
t know
how to make this stop. Not without getting fired... or hurt. She had the
feeling that Mr. Strokner was the kind of the man that would get everything he
wanted, no matter what.

“
Don
’
t worry,
”
Mr. Strokner said.
“
I
won
’
t touch you. I want to,
so badly. You can feel that, right?
”

“
Yes,
sir.
”

“
If
I was going to touch you, I would have,
”
Mr. Strokner said.
“
But I won't
yet. I want this moment between us to build. I'm going to knock down the wall
you have up, Jordyn. You
’
ll
be begging for my cock soon enough. I know it.
”
Mr. Strokner smelled her hair.
“
Did
I ever tell you about my daughter?
”

“
Yes
…”

Jordyn felt Mr. Strokner pulsing in
his pants. These moments were perhaps the worst. When he
’
d think of his murdered daughter and it would make
him
…
more needy.

“
You
remind me of her,
”
Mr.
Strokner whispered.
“
But I
think you
’
re more
beautiful. And that sweet body
…
touch it, Jordyn. Touch yourself.
”

Jordyn hesitated but then slowly
moved her left hand. She touched her inner thigh and bit on her bottom lip. She
slid her middle finger up to her body. Her folds were tender, warm. He did
nothing for her, so there wasn't much moisture to touch.

Jordyn pressed her finger and moved
it up and down.

“
Yes,
”
Mr. Strokner said.
“
Yes. Make that little finger
disappear into your tight hole.
”

Jordyn started to shiver again. She
looked to the desk and that
’
s
when she saw the folder again. And that picture
…
Jace
.

What a hot name. What a sexy man.

Jordyn bit harder on her lip. She
studied the picture for a few seconds and then shut her eyes. She forced
herself to imagine it. To imagine
him
. Of course Jordyn had no idea what
Jace really looked like, but it was okay to make things up. She saw Jace coming
at her. He was naked. Strong. Tattoos. She had his face in her mind. That rough
looking jaw. Those eyes. Deadly, teasing.

As Jordyn let out a breath, she
felt a warmth rush through her body. That warmth provided the wetness she
needed. For herself. For Mr. Strokner.

She opened her eyes and looked at
the picture again. Her middle finger then sank into her own body. Her gentle
folds were wet and her sex relaxed just enough for her own touch. She slid her
finger in and out a few times. Her body then thrust, wanting more, wanting
Jace.

“
That
’
s a good girl,
”
Mr. Strokner said.
“
Yes. Show me that finger now. I
want to see it all wet.
”

Jordyn took her hand from herself
and showed her boss. Sure enough, her middle finger glistened with the
sweetness of her own body.

“
Delicious,
”
Mr. Strokner said.
“
Do it again. Touch again,
Jordyn. Press your finger as deep as you can reach
…”

“
Yes,
sir,
”
Jordyn replied.

She did as told, her eyes switching
between the sight of her bare body and the picture on the desk.

The harder she pressed her finger,
the harder her body thrust.

And for the first time since her
dream
job
began, Jordyn didn
’
t
want to stop, even after Mr. Strokner finished in his own pants.

Jordyn wanted more.

Jordyn really wanted Jace
…

four.

The table was full. Jace sat with
his hands folded, a cigarette burning in one of them. The smell of the smoke
was great. The taste of the whiskey so dark and bitter. This was home. And everyone
who sat at the table was family to Jace.

Miller slowly walked the length of
the table. Gaige was deep in thought. As always. It pissed Jace off sometimes.
Sometimes he wished he had the VP tag on his cut, but then he saw the bullshit
Gaige had to go through. It was sometimes a little nicer to be on the other
side of the table. It came with the same respect, but it was a lot more fun.

Blaine threw an elbow and bumped
into Jace.

“
Missed
you, man,
”
he whispered.
“
You
’
re always on my right. I
’
d look over and see the damn chair empty and it
just
…
I didn
’
t like it. Felt like I lost you.
”

“
Wow,
”
Jace said.
“
That
’
s maybe the closest to human you
’
ve ever been.
”

“
Well,
it did come with some benefits,
”
Blaine said.

“
Yeah?
”

“
I
told so much pussy that I lost you and, damn, if the leather cut ain
’
t enough, pretending to be sad
just makes them melt. It
’
s
like leaving a popsicle out in the sun. Pussy was just oozing all over me, man.
I couldn
’
t get enough. They
were lined up for miles.
”

Jace shook his head. He thought
about beating the shit out of Blaine right then, but he held back.

Miller got to the head of the
table. He grabbed a bottle of whiskey and twisted the cap off. He poured a shot
and then slammed the bottle down on the table. The thudding sound shut everyone
up. Miller grabbed the shot glass and lifted it.

“
A
lot could be said right now,
”
Miller said.
“
Maybe
something good. Something bad. I don
’
t
know. Maybe I
’
m just
getting too old and running out of words. I mean, look at what we
’
ve gone through in the past few
months. Shay had to kill his own brother. Caius wanted to take us down and
tried to use an old war to do it with Eight Under. Jonesy had to kill himself
to protect his goddamn family. For this club. For himself. Jace got taken out
of here in cuffs and it left our table with one missing.
”
Miller nodded and looked around.
“
One missing is like having an
empty table. Because we
’
re
in this together. No matter what is waiting out there, we have this right here
together. Maybe that
’
s all
I
’
ve got right now, but
fuck, it has to be good enough.
”
Miller looked at Jace.
“
I
want you to know how shitty we all felt while you were locked up. We fought
with the goddamn lawyers and justice system to fix this. You did good inside there
though, brother. You took care of business for this club that you don
’
t even realize. It wasn
’
t all wasted, Jace. I promise
you. And no matter what happens, from now until our graves are dug, we have
this. Together.
”

Miller threw the shot glass back and
drank the whiskey.

The table started to applaud for
Jace.

Miller slid the shot glass and the
whiskey bottle to Jace. He gave a nod. Everyone then made fists and pounded on
the table. Jace couldn
’
t
help but smile as he poured himself a shot. He took it and everyone erupted in
cheers for him.

Jace then threw the shot glass
behind him, letting it smash to the floor. He grabbed the bottle of whiskey and
nodded, making damn sure everyone knew that it was his bottle to drink for the
night.

When Miller sat down, the table
quieted back down.
“
This is
what we have right now. A mess. Luckily, there
’
s
nothing blowing up. But there are some things blowing up in our face. That
being our good friend, Strokner.
”

“
We
’
ve got to cut ties with this
guy,
”
Blaine said.

“
We
will,
”
Miller said.
“
Right now, we have to keep
everyone close. That includes Strokner and Chief Jerry. I don
’
t like what
’
s happening out there. That
judge purposely fucked with us. He stalled so Jace would stay behind bars. I
want to know why. This evidence of Jace and murder has yet to surface. The case
will go up in smoke, but it doesn
’
t
give me a good feeling.
”

“
What
about Coast Road?
”
Jace
asked.
“
What I saw?
”

“
We
haven
’
t seen any of that
shit,
”
Gaige said.

“
No
activity,
”
Griffin added.
“
But I wouldn
’
t doubt it.
”

“
I
know what I saw,
”
Jace
said.

“
Nobody
is doubting that,
”
Miller
said.
“
And our friends from
Eight Under are slowly rebuilding after we wiped a lot of them out. That prison
thing, Jace, with Nicky and Paul, that was part of it.
”

“
So
it
’
s business as usual
around here,
”
Nate said.
“
Everyone wants us dead and we
want to kill everyone.
”

“
Sounds
about right,
”
Landon said.

“
For
now,
”
Miller said,
“
we have to tread a little light
around town. There are eyes on us. We
’
ll
get to the truth soon enough.
”

“
What
if I say
fuck you
to that, Miller?
”
Jace asked.

Miller turned his head.
“
What does that mean?
”

“
Are
we going to let that judge get away with this?
”
Jace asked.
“
I mean,
purposely fucking around. There
’
s
a reason. And if there
’
s
not, then we make a point.
”

“
Christ,
”
Gaige said.
“
What are you saying?
”

“
You
want to take him out?
”
Blaine asked.

“
Why
not?
”
Jace asked.
“
It
’
s
the least we could do. It'll send some kind of message.
”

“
You
can
’
t knock off a judge,
”
Miller said.
“
Don
’
t be stupid.
”

“
Fine.
He have a wife? Kids?
”

The entire conversation took a
serious turn. Jace had been given plenty of time to think about things while
sitting in prison. The judge story didn
’
t
make sense. Either that or there was something that he wasn't being told.

Miller looked at Gaige and nodded.

“
While
you were inside, we kind of thought the same thing, so we started digging
around. But then we got word that you were getting out.
”

“
What
’
s the story then?
”
Jace asked.

“
He
’
s divorced,
”
Gaige said.
“
His old lady took off, left him
with a kid. A ten year old boy."

“
Good,
”
Jace said.
“
I
’
ll
get the kid. I
’
ll send the
message.
”

Jace stood up.

“
Wait
a fucking second,
”
Miller
bellowed.
“
We
’
re going to think on this.
”

“
I
have to do what I have to do,
”
Jace said.

“
You
’
re not inside anymore,
”
Miller said.
“
Remember that.
”

“
Got
it,
”
Jace said.

“
Whoa,
whoa,
”
Blaine said. He
slowly stood.
“
Before we
get down to business, we have things to do. We have to celebrate Jace
’
s freedom. And we have to help
his poor cock. He resorted to jerking himself off, day after day, night after
night. He didn
’
t even fuck
his own pillow
…”

“
Fuck
his pillow?
”
Nate asked.

“
Yeah,
”
Blaine said.
“
I figure if I ever go inside,
that
’
s what I
’
m going to do.
”

“
What
the hell would you put your head on then?
”
Landon asked.

“
Simple.
Flip the pillow over. Fresh side.
”

Everyone at the table groaned.
Blaine laughed and clamped a hand down on Jace
’
s
shoulder.

“
Blaine
is right,
”
Miller said.
“
We
’
re
not here, tonight, for this.
”

“
There
’
s bigger plans right now,
”
Blaine said with a big grin on
his face.

Jace had half a nerve to object to
anything Blaine had planned, but he knew what was waiting outside in the
clubhouse.
Women. Relievers. Strippers.
Anything Jace wanted he would
get tonight. That was for damn sure.

With a nod, Jace was the one who
ended the meeting. They went to the door and Gaige stood there with his hand on
the door handle.

He looked right at Jace.
“
Glad you
’
re back.
”

“
So
I keep hearing,
”
Jace said.

“
Look
…”

“
What
the fuck?
”
Blaine yelled.
“
There
’
s pussy out there!
”

Gaige opened the door. He, Landon,
Erik, and Shay all stood and let everyone else flood out into the clubhouse.

Jace looked at Shay and smiled.
“
Does Ava share?
”

“
What
the fuck does that mean?
”
Shay growled as he curled his lip.

“
You
getting in on the fun out there?
”
Jace asked.

“
My
fun is waiting,
”
Shay said
as he grabbed Jace by the arm.
“
I
have to say something to you quick. If I did anything to cause this
…”

“
Don
’
t say that shit,
”
Jace said.
“
We got what we wanted, Shay. You
got what you needed. And I plan on doing the same.
”

“
That
’
s what scares me sometimes,
”
Shay said.
“
I almost got killed for what I
needed. Our luck is going to run out one day.
”

“
Luck?
”
Jace laughed.
“
We
’
re
Back Down Devil, bro. We don
’
t
have any luck. We
’
re
outlaws. If we survive, we celebrate. If we die, fuck it, we
’
re dead. But we don
’
t rise or fall with fucking
luck.
”

Shay smiled.
“
I fucking love you, Jace. Get
out there and enjoy yourself.
”

Jace patted Shay on the face and
turned. He walked to the clubhouse and put his arms out. Blaine let out a long
whistle and soon there were a handful of women all there to tend to Jace. Some
clothed, some not, and some at an in between stage that excited Jace. He jumped
up on the pool table and leaned back. There were women everywhere. The music
was loud. Drinks were flowing. The beer was ice cold. The whiskey was perfectly
cool. Smoke clouded the air and there were different smells that were all
delicious in their own way.

And Jace had hands all over him.
There was a woman kissing his neck. Another one cupping her hand between his
legs. Two others - topless - were tugging at his leather, giggling and winking,
tempting Jace.

To him, though, this was all
bullshit. He wasn
’
t in the
mood for games. Not when he kept thinking about what had happened in prison and
that some asshole judge was trying to prove a point by leaving Jace to rot.
There would be hell to pay for that.

Jace swung both his hands and
cleared the pool table. He got to his feet and pulled at his pants. He looked
around the clubhouse. Blaine was leaning in the corner, some
reliever
already on her knees in front of him. Griffin had a woman on the couch, his
hands easing up her shirt, loving the attention. Nate was sitting back taking
it all in, like he normally did. He would eventually have his fun with a couple
relievers
and then kick them out so he can sleep alone.