Twisted Pieces Page 3

  “You’ve trusted me this far. Sir.”

  Jordyn knew her words were perhaps a little threatening. Then again, Jordyn had no idea how far she could go if she ever decided to tell anyone about Mr. Strokner and his advances. Chances were he had friends and lawyers that would sweep it all under the rug. Or maybe he’d get this motorcycle club to kill her.

  Jordyn looked at the picture of Jace again. She wanted to fear him, but a warmth went through her instead. Reminding herself that he was just in prison for murder did nothing to calm her body.

  Mr. Strokner turned the folder back around and nodded. “Well, I must admit, Jordyn. When I first hired you, I thought I’d fuck you half a dozen times and then toss you to the curb with a few thousand dollars and a piece of advice. But I like you. You really are as smart as you think. You listen. You ask. You push.” Mr. Strokner patted the folder. “I’ll keep your offer in mind. But we must now get down to business.” Mr. Strokner sat in his chair and adjusted his tie. He touched his legs and smiled. “Come here, Jordyn.”

  That’s what Jordyn feared.

  She slowly walked around the desk. Mr. Strokner offered his hand and Jordyn took it. He pulled at her.

  “Come sit on my lap,” Mr. Strokner said. “I want to feel you against me. I want you to feel how hard I am.”

  Jordyn swallowed. “The folder… if you want…”

  “Fuck the folder,” Mr. Strokner growled. His grip tightened. “Are you going to defy me?”

  “Of course not, sir.”

  Jordyn slowly sat down on Mr. Strokner’s lap. She felt him hard and bulging. He wasn’t very big, but Jordyn knew he wouldn’t care about that. He’d get what he wanted out of this.

  Mr. Strokner’s right hand came around Jordyn. He pulled her close, pressing her back tight against his chest. His right hand crept down her body and tugged at her skirt.

  “Pull your skirt up,” Mr. Strokner whispered.

  His breath was hot and bitter. The feel of his breath against Jordyn’s ear made her jump. It was out of disgust, but for Mr. Strokner, the movement felt good. Jordyn felt him almost throbbing, like he was ready to go already. If there was any good to take from all this, it was that Mr. Strokner couldn’t contain himself. He couldn’t hold back. So this wouldn't last long at all.

  But this was a different moment right now.

  Mr. Strokner wanted Jordyn’s skirt up. So Jordyn complied and pulled her skirt up, just like before. And yet again, Mr. Strokner groaned when he looked over her shoulder and down, seeing her bare skin. Jordyn hated herself for taking care of things down there. But it was her body. She wanted to be smooth and clean. It was better for touching and enjoying… but not for Mr. Strokner to touch and enjoy.

  “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 reliever
s and then kick them out so he can sleep alone.

  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 Whip? Or Passion?”

  “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.