Twisted Pieces

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TWISTED PIECES

A Back Down Devil
MC Novel

Jace Smitrein is
sitting in prison for weeks, literally fighting

for his life
everyday, facing murder charges
…
and there's no sign of

Back Down Devil.

When the job of
her dreams falls into her lap, life is perfect for

Jordyn Myersen.
That is until her boss - Mr. Strokner - has plans

for Jordyn and his
own lap, with the promise of a long, happy career.

As soon as Jace
gets a taste of freedom, it becomes clear that his

list of allies
isn't as long as it used to be. When Jordyn shows up at

the clubhouse on
business, Jace is forced to realize that not only is

his life with the
club limited, but his heart is more vulnerable than

he knew.

In this steamy MC
novel, Back Down Devil must face their biggest

threat and Jace is
about to lose everything. The only question is...

who and what can
survive?

one.

Being stripped of a motorcycle,
weapons, and a leather cut was cruel and unjust punishment for Jace. It was worse
than having to wear an orange jumpsuit and be paraded around in handcuffs.

Jace had been booked at Frelen's
local precinct, charged with murder. It didn't make any sense. Chief Jerry was
supposed to have their back, but all he would say to Jace was
‘
time
’
s up
.
’

A day later, the Back Down Devil
crew came to visit, but it was barely that. Jace expected to be let out, as
what would normally happen, but instead, he was cuffed, his feet shackled, and
he was handed over - by Chief Jerry - to two thick men who put him in the back
of a van and hauled his ass straight to prison. It took another day to meet
with the lawyer to figure out what the hell was going on. That felt like the
longest day of Jace
’
s life
as he sat in the cell, alone. The top bunk in the cell had been empty and remained
that way for another couple days until a man was brought in to bunk with him.
The man had tattoos running up his neck, across his forehead, and his bald head
covered. Jace had nodded to the man and the man looked back and had nodded to
the guard. The door was shut and the man pulled a shank out of pants and made a
move at Jace.

That
’
s when life got really
fucking real.

Jace had managed to slip to the
side and pummel the asshole so hard that he fractured the guy
’
s ribs to the point where he
couldn
’
t breathe. The guard
then came in and with a swift swing of a club, Jace was out cold on the
concrete floor.           `

He always assumed that when he was
going to die, he
’
d have an
idea. Some kind of notion to have the opportunity to have one last thought.
That one last thought had long since become some kind of reason to live.
Because Jace had a ton of memories. He could go back in time to when he was a
kid and had a decent house, a nice family, a little brother, and a yard. The
memory had the scent of fresh cut grass because that was the last time he
remembered when his parents were alive. His mother holding a glass of lemonade
for his father, like some kind of goddamn postcard or poster of the American
fucking dream.

Other memories were closer in time
and had a little more fun. A wild threesome on stage after a strip club
shutdown for the night. The first time he killed a man and had the chance to
look into his eyes and watch him die. Or all the mornings waking up to some new
reliever
in bed. Sometimes brunette. Sometimes blonde. Sometimes a fiery
redhead. Sometimes with tight bodies and small tits. Sometimes with tits that
were fun to enjoy for hours.

No matter what, the chance of
having that one last memory had quite a bit of options.

Lucky for Jace, he didn
’
t die that day in prison
…

And he wasn
’
t dead yet. Although, for the most part, he felt
dead. The first attack was pretty serious. There had been a payoff with two
guards for a hit on Jace. Some old fires being kicked up outside prison that
were hoping to get settled inside. No matter the security of a facility, the MC
life never ended. Jace slept lightly, and most nights, he slept with his hands
tight in fists, ready to attack when needed.

Jace wasn
’
t the only in prison that was from the Back Down
Devil crew. There were a few guys serving life sentences. Others were doing
time for attempted murder, grand theft auto, and a laundry list of petty
bullshit, some of which they were serving on behalf of other members they
respected. Bottom line, it was a rarity to have a table member from Back Down
Devil MC in prison. That made Jace the talk of the prison. That made the target
on his back even bigger. If someone took down a table member, it was like a
fucking trophy. It was the greatest high these guys could ever have in prison.
Knowing that had that last strike and that ultimate showing to their clubs.

It meant Jace didn
’
t trust a fucking person. Not
even the guys that were in Back Down Devil MC. Because behind bars, locked in
the facility, there was no leather cuts and loyalty felt scarce.

The second time Jace was attacked,
he wasn
’
t so lucky to catch
it before it happened. They were all in a line on the way to the cafeteria when
Jace felt something in his arm. He saw the blood before he saw the knife. Jace
punched the guy in the face and all hell broke loose. The big fight ended with
Jace being strapped to a hospital bed. He needed stitches in his arm and his
head. He slept in that hospital bed for two days before being put back into his
cell.

Meeting with the lawyer didn
’
t help much. They were still waiting
on a bail hearing to find out how much the club needed to get Jace out. The
charge of murder was pretty serious. Apparently someone had gone digging around
and found a body. There were also pictures of Jace dragging said body and
putting it into a grave. All of which was tied to the bullshit that had
happened with Shay and his brother, Caius.

Worse yet, Jace had tried to
casually let the lawyer know to keep telling Miller and Gaige about what he had
seen the day he got arrested. About the boat he saw with the Coast Road MC. There
was no way Back Down Devil was going to allow drugs to be dealt anywhere near
Frelen.

It had been weeks since Jace was
put behind bars. Everything about the situation was dirty. No hearing. No
trial. No damn evidence shown. Someone was lacing pockets or calling in favors
to keep Jace in prison. And it was just two weeks ago when Jace earned enough
respect from the other guards to start to have a taste of freedom. It was
simple, really. The same guard that had set Jace up twice tried to do it a
third time, and Jace was done taking bullshit. So when the opportunity
presented itself, Jace grabbed the guard and slammed his face off the bars of
his cell until the guard fell to the ground. When the other guards saw what
Jace had done, they beat the hell out of him. But after that, things calmed
down a bit for Jace. There were more eyes on him, but he had earned more
respect.

It led to more free time and a
chance to stretch his legs a little more.

He sat outside with two other
inmates. One guy was an old member of Back Down Devil MC and the other just a
common criminal. A guy who had caught his ex-wife cheating, so he barricaded
the other guy
’
s house and
burned it down, killing them both.

“
I
felt bad though,
”
the guy -
Nicky - said to Jace once.

“
About
killing them?
”

“
No.
Fuck them. I didn
’
t know
the asshole had a dog. German Shepard, my favorite kind. The damn dog couldn
’
t get out. Poor thing. That still
bothers me.
”

Today, Jace, Nicky, and Paul sat
outside on a shitty picnic table, dealing cards. They were playing for smokes.
The rest of the yard was quiet. The midday sun was high in the air. It was hot
out, but it felt good to be warmed by the sun.

Paul had been cleaning up nice for
about an hour.

Nicky took the cards and started to
shuffle them.
“
Damn shame
you
’
re stuck in here,
”
he said to Jace.
“
Murder?
”

“
Alleged.
”

Nicky laughed a croaky smoking-for-fifty-years
kind of laugh and then went into a coughing fit. He managed to keep a lit cigarette
in his mouth as he did so.
“
Alleged.
You should be a lawyer.
”

“
I
’
m not that corrupt, man,
”
Jace said.
“
Deal a hand.
”

“
Five
card straight. Nothing wild. Last hand.
”

Nicky dealt the cards. Paul took a
look at his hand and quickly folded. Jace had shit other than an ace of hearts.
It was worth throwing in a smoke to call the bet. Nicky raised him another and
Jace complied.

Jace showed his shit hand and Nicky
ended up winning with a pair of two
’
s.

“
Fuck,
”
Jace said.

“
No
problem,
”
Paul said.
“
Always tomorrow. That
’
s at least one thing we got
right now.
”

“
Not
always,
”
Jace said.

Nicky laughed again.
“
Spoken true.
”

Nicky collected the cards and then
threw them in Paul
’
s face.
He lunged at Paul and took the man to the ground. Jace fell back off the picnic
table to his ass and watched as Nicky took out a knife -
a real fucking
knife
- and slammed it into Paul
’
s
gut. He twisted it and laughed. He pulled the knife out and did it again
…
and again
…
and again
…
until Paul was lifeless.

Jace looked around, expecting guards
to come running into the yard, but there were no guards.

Nicky stood with the bloody knife
in his bloody hand. He still had the same cigarette in his mouth. He took a
deep drag without using his hand and then exhaled a cloud of smoke all around
him.

“
Sorry
about that,
”
Nicky said.
“
Favor for a friend.
”

“
He
was part of my club, man,
”
Jace said.

Nicky smiled and lifted the knife.
“
I don
’
t give a fuck who is part of who. It
’
s all the same in here, Jace.
”
He crouched down and took a
drag and blew smoke in Jace
’
s
face.
“
You want out of
here? I know how.
”

“
What
the fuck are you talking about?
”

“
I
know who you are. I know who Paul was. He
’
s
a piece of shit. He tried selling Back Down Devil out a month ago. Tried
teaming up with two guys from Eight Under.
”

“
How
do you
…”

Nicky laughed.
“
No loyalty in here, right? I was
never patched in to a club, Jace. But I saw an opportunity and took it.
”

“
Killing
someone from Back Down Devil?
”
Jace asked.

“
Yeah.
Pretty cool, right?
”

Jace looked at Paul. Nicky put a
hand out and pulled Jace to his feet. The doors then opened and out came half a
dozen guards. They were screaming, weapons drawn.

Before Jace knew what the hell was
happening, Nicky stood on the picnic table and started taunting the guards with
the knife in his hand. Two guards called the order and they filled Nicky with
bullets. The same two guards then grabbed Jace and hauled him away.

One whispered,
“
You
’
re doing solitary confinement until your lawyer
gets here. Then you
’
re on
your way out.
”

“
What
the fuck are you talking about?
”

The guard smiled.
“
Tell Miller I was asking about
him. And tell him what you saw here today.
”

Jace had no goddamn clue why all
that had just happened. He just witnessed a man get stabbed to death. A man who
belonged to the club. Then again, if Paul turned out to be the rat Nicky
claimed, then he deserved the knife. But, Nicky? Making the kill and then
taking all those bullets? For what? To go to his grave to say he did something
for the club?

It was a powerful reminder of what
Back Down Devil stood for and of the respect the MC both commanded and earned.
It was really something special. And deadly.

Jace was led back into the prison.
There were a collection of guards, all shouting orders at one another. They
were desperate to assist in the double death out in the yard. Many of them were
already arguing with each other, wanting to know how Nicky ended up with the
knife he had.

“
This
is going to shake some things up for a little while,
”
the guard walking Jace said in almost a whisper.
“
Just what we need. Distraction
and diversion.
”

Jace looked at the guard. The guy
looked so straight edge. Tough. Clean. Honest. A man who cared about the badge
he wore and the duties he was told to uphold.

The walk to the solitary confiment
area was a long one. The rooms were narrow and the doors basically matched the
walls. It wasn
’
t a good
place to be. There were only a few lights dangling from the ceiling and it
stunk of cold stone, must, and shit. That was one smell that never went away in
there. Shit.

The guard opened the door and spun
Jace around. He took the cuffs off and then slipped his hand into Jace
’
s. It took Jace a few seconds to
realize the guard was shaking his hand.

“
For
all the MC has done,
”
the
guard said.

He took his hand away. Jace snapped
into reality and shook his head.
“
Wait
a minute, man. Who the fuck are you?
”

“
Old
friend.
”