Twisted Pieces (9 page)

“
No.
”

“
Then
fight back. That kid
…
Dan?
He
’
s a pussy. You hit him
once in the nose, he
’
d go
down crying. Then watch the rest of his buddies help him.
”

“
And
if I hit him and it does nothing?
”

“
Then
you get your ass kicked. But you fight while it happens. You make damn sure to
leave your mark on them. Do you know why?
”

“
Why?
”

“
Because
the next time they want to fuck with you, they
’
ll
stop and think about it. They
’
ll
move on. I promise you.
”

“
And
what if they kill me?
”

Jace smiled.
“
Then you died fighting. And
nothing matters more than that. It's always better to die with pride than to
live like a pussy."

“
Like
my father?
”
Jacob asked and
grinned.

“
You
don
’
t like him?
”

“
I
hate him. I wish he was dead.
”

Jace nodded.
“
Good answer, kid. That may have
just saved your life.
”

Jace pushed away from Jacob and
backed up.

“
Wait
a second,
”
Jacob said.
“
Who are you? Why did you just
let me go?
”

“
I
don
’
t know,
”
Jace said.
“
I don
’
t know who I am right now or why I let you go. But
I
’
m going to come back and
check on you, kid. You better start fighting. Right now.
”

“
Are
you going to kill my father?
”

“
I
’
ve thought about it.
”

“
If
you do it, make sure you tell him I
’
m
happy he
’
s dead. I
’
ve never hated someone as much
as I hate him.
”

“
Sounds
like a tough life, kid,
”
Jace said.

“
Yeah,
maybe. Guess it could be worse elsewhere.
”

“
I'll
tell you something else, kid,
”
Jace said,
“
Don
’
t be an asshole. There are a lot
of kids starving out there. But they have heart. They appreciate life beyond
the bullshit life you have. Remember that. And start fighting. Because next
time, I may not be in such a good mood.
”

Jace turned and walked away. When
he approached Blaine, Blaine put his hands up.
“
Everything
okay?
”

“
No,
”
Jace said.

He put on his helmet and started
his motorcycle.

There were two choices right now.

He could go back to the clubhouse
and fuck a reliever or he could track Jordyn down and fuck her. Either way, he
needed to get the fuck out of the rich suburban bullshit before he snapped.

nine.

Jordyn found herself in a familiar
position. She stood in the bathroom, looking in the mirror. Behind her, there
was someone in one of the stalls. She listened to the sound of the woman
urinating. It was so loud that Jordyn felt embarrassed for the woman.

The toilet finally flushed and a
woman emerged with a cell phone to her ear. She skipped washing her hands, and
left the bathroom. It made Jordyn a little sick, but she got to work before
someone else came into the bathroom.

She lifted her skirt and grabbed
her panties. She wiggled them down her body and stepped out of them. They got
hooked on her right heel and Jordyn let out a cry as she jumped, stumbled, and
fought to keep her balance and not tumble to the bathroom floor. She managed to
keep herself upright and finally get her panties off.

Normally, she threw the panties
away. That
’
s always what
Mr. Strokner told her to do. This time, he wanted the panties.

After Jace took her to her shitty
little apartment, Jordyn had cried herself to sleep on her couch. She woke to
the ringing of her cell phone. To her surprise, it was Mr. Strokner calling.
She figured it was the call that would lead to her officially being fired.
Instead, it was a sober Mr. Strokner apologizing for his inappropriate and
haste actions against her. He told her he should have been more sympathetic to
the situation at hand. The fact that she had been sent into such a horrifying
and violent kind of lifestyle, he should have known it would have scared her.
But in his defense -
in his own damn words
- he wanted to touch her body
and make her realize that everything would be perfectly fine. That there was
nothing to fear with Back Down Devil. That they were basically working for him.

For Mr. Strokner.

That
’
s
when Jordyn knew everything he was saying was from a sick man's mind. From what
Jordyn experienced in the clubhouse, it was obvious that Back Down Devil was
for real and definitely powerful.

At the end of the phone call with
Mr. Strokner, two things were clear. One, Jordyn still had a job. And two, Mr.
Strokner wasn
’
t going to stop
his advances and demands of her.

Which was why Jordyn stood in the
bathroom trying to figure out how to roll up her panties small enough to hide
in her small hand so nobody else would see them when she walked to the
elevators to Mr. Strokner's office.

She had already heard whispers
around the building about Mr. Strokner and her. Jordyn figured it was easier to
let people talk than try to diffuse anything. Plus, if any sort of rumors got
out of control, Mr. Strokner would take care of things. One way or another.

Jordyn entered the office and Mr.
Strokner was sitting behind his desk, on the phone. His eyes lit up and he
smiled when he saw Jordyn. He quickly ended his phone call and stood up. Then,
like a kid waiting for candy, he rubbed his hands together and smiled big.

“
Did
you bring something for me?
”
he asked.

“
Yes,
”
Jordyn said.

She walked to his desk and opened
her right hand. Her pink panties were balled up.

Mr. Strokner plucked the panties
from her hand and held them up with his pointer finger. He stared at them in
awe.

“
Just
beautiful,
”
he whispered.
“
You women consider these
panties. It
’
s remarkable.
There
’
s nothing to these,
yet they cover the part I want the most.
”

Jordyn shivered. She knew she was
on thin ice already with Mr. Strokner. The temptation to just spit in his face
and walk away grew inside her. But after the way he reacted to her when she
denied his advance, she feared that he would do a lot more than just hit her. She
needed Jace
’
s help. If Jace
was half serious about her helping the MC, then he needed to help her.

Mr. Strokner pulled the panties to
his nose. He took a deep breath and exhaled with a smile on his face.
“
That smell, Jordyn. How do you
do it? How do you walk around knowing you give off that delicious scent?
”

Jordyn found it better not to respond.
She just listened to what Mr. Strokner had to say and hoped he didn
’
t touch her.

“
I
’
m keeping these,
”
Mr. Strokner said.
“
I
’
m
going to start a little collection for myself. Each pair will represent
something beautiful between us. A special day.
”

“
Today
is special?
”
Jordyn asked.

“
Yes,
it is. Very special.
”

“
Did
you close the deal on that piece of land you wanted?
”

Mr. Strokner laughed.
“
Oh, Jordyn, it
’
s not all about business. I like
the way you handle yourself. You understood what I had to do. You walked right
into Back Down Devil
’
s
clubhouse and came out with a straight face. I
’
m
going to show you something. I don
’
t
want to scare you, Jordyn, but I do want to push your buttons a little. I want
to watch you squirm so then I can feel you squirm. Understand?
”

“
Okay,
”
Jordyn said.

“
Good.
Come stand at my desk. Put your hands flat.
”

When she did, Mr. Strokner stepped
behind her. He touched her ass first, cupping her.

“
I
have to touch,
”
Mr.
Strokner said.
“
The scent
is so good
…
I want to
taste.
”

Jordyn closed her eyes and
swallowed hard. She felt his fingers touch the inside of her thigh. They crept
up, slowly, and then he touched her. She felt two fingertips against her
softness. She wasn
’
t wet
and Mr. Strokner could obviously feel that. He pressed and Jordyn jumped.

“
Easy,
now,
”
he whispered.
“
Just
…
easy
…”

His fingertips pressed into Jordyn
and then he quickly took them out. Jordyn waited for more but it never came.

“
Turn
around,
”
Mr. Strokner said.

She straightened her skirt and
turned around to find Mr. Strokner gently licking his fingertips. He didn
’
t speak another word as he
walked to one of the closets in his office. He disappeared for a few seconds and
then came back out holding a small brown case. As he walked, he held the case
out.

The first thing Jordyn noticed was
the smell. Whatever the hell was in that case was disgusting. And the look on
Mr. Strokner
’
s face
suggested it definitely was.

“
This
was a gift from Gaige,
”
Mr.
Strokner said.
“
I know I
’
ve spoken so much about Rachel,
and I hope you don't think I
’
m
some sicko that fantasizes about his daughter. I
’
m
not. You
’
re just something
special, Jordyn. I can sense it. And I want it. I want that feeling again. That
perfect mix of woman
…
young
love and wild lust. I
’
ll
have everything with you.
”

Mr. Strokner put the case on his
desk and opened the latch. He slowly opened it and took a step back.

The smell was worse.

Jordyn looked and then turned,
covering her mouth.

“
Does
it bother you?
”
Mr.
Strokner asked.

“
Are
those
…
eyes?
”

Mr. Strokner closed the box.
“
Yes. They
’
re the eyes of the man who shot my daughter. Gaige
gave them to me. To fulfill a promise he made on behalf of the MC. Since then,
we
’
ve been close. But after
some recent events, I
’
ve
seen the power money has over the threat of bikers. I
’
m not so sure a box full of eyes could do what a
box full of money could. Do you understand that?
”

“
Yes,
sir,
”
Jordyn said.

“
Good.
”
Mr. Strokner took the case back
to the closet. Then he poured himself a drink and turned, leaning against the
bar, shaking the glass to make the ice
tink
against the sides of the
glass.
“
This is our first
memory then, Jordyn. I
’
ll
keep your panties forever because of it. The moment you realized my power. The
club thinks they have all the power, but the lesson for you to learn is that
too much power in a partnership can be deadly. I had a feeling about an
associate. Caius needed help, but I feared he was too emotionally involved. I
was right. I
’
m always
right. And soon, I
’
ll be
right again.
”
Mr. Strokner
drank from his glass. He then licked his lips.
“
This
doesn
’
t taste half as good
as you do, Jordyn. You can go now. Take the rest of the day off. Think about
what you
’
ve seen. What you
know. What you desire.
”

Mr. Strokner turned around. The
rotten smell of those eyes lingered in the air. Jordyn was more than happy to
leave the office. She took the elevator down to the fifth floor. Then, she snuck
to the back steps and walked down them until she was outside. The sun and fresh
air felt good, but Jordyn didn't want to risk Mr. Strokner changing his mind
and calling her back so she ran to her car and sped away from work. She wasn
’
t even sure if it was work
anymore. All she did was carry the same folders around and wait for the next
command from Mr. Strokner.

I hate him. So much. And
I
hate Jace too
.

Jordyn had a plan to feel better.
Go to her apartment, change into some sweats, open a bottle of cheap wine, and
then submerse herself in a cheesy romance movie. Something insane. Something
ridiculous. Something so impossible that it feels possible.
It wasn't
the ideal night, but it was what Jordyn needed. It would help her collect her
thoughts before she called her grandmother.

When Jordyn pulled into the parking
lot to her apartment and saw a motorcycle parked next to her assigned spot, she
thought there was no way that it was Jace. She climbed out of her car and the
biker took his helmet and sunglasses off. Sure enough, looking even hotter than
before, it was Jace.

The sight of his eyes was just what
her body needed. She blushed.

“
Thought
about dropping by your office,
”
Jace said with a grin.
“
But
I didn
’
t want to piss off
your boss.
”

“
He
showed me eyeballs,
”
Jordyn
said.
“
He made me give him
my panties to keep. Then he touched me. And showed me eyeballs. Of the guy who
killed his daughter.
”

“
Fuck,
”
Jace said.
“
He
’
s
losing his mind.
”

“
And
I
’
m in his scope,
”
Jordyn said.
“
I hate you right now.
”

“
Hate
me, babe? You don
’
t know enough
about me to hate me."

“
I
don
’
t know what to do. I
can
’
t work there with him.
Helping you or not
…
you
’
re not helping me.
”

Jace came forward and touched
Jordyn
’
s arms.
“
Listen, babe, I
’
m here. I
’
m helping. If you want do this and help the club,
it
’
ll mean a lot to me. To
us.
”

“
And
who is
us
?
”

“
You
want to meet everyone? Would that help?
”

“
I
don
’
t know. I had a plan to
sit alone and get drunk on wine.
”

“
I
have a better idea. Come get drunk with me. Nobody will hurt you. And the only
one who will touch you is me.
”

Jordyn stared at Jace.
“
He rambled on about there being
too much power between him and your club. That he was right once before and he
’
ll be right again.
”

Jace curled his lip.
“
Yeah, he
’
s losing it. I want you to come with me.
”

“
I
don
’
t need to meet anyone,
Jace.
”

“
I
don
’
t give a fuck about
that,
”
Jace said. He put a
finger to Jordyn
’
s chin.
“
I want you on my bike right now.
Your hands around me. At the clubhouse. I want it.
”

“
You
want me?
”

“
Don
’
t push it.
”