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Taming Ava

Chapter 3 Wiping the Smirk off her Face

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Author's Note: I always change my story's image every time I post a new chapter. With this story, I've decided to do a shirtless Jax theme for fun and visual enjoyment and as Jax would say "You're welcome."

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Before summoning Ava to his second floor office, he checked all her social media accounts. Social media was a cancer. He hated it, but he used it to check up on his wayward daughter. There were pictures of her at the bikers' clubhouse, pictures of her on a bike with one of the guys and some pictures that suggested she'd had sex with the guy.

It hadn't taken her long to find the worst guys in town to hang out with and party with them. It was all about driving him crazy with her bad behavior, but it only steeled his resolve to fix his daughter.

He called her phone and told her he wanted to see her in his second floor office. She came into his office a few minutes later with a defiant scowl on her face. She was such a beautiful girl with her dark red hair and wide blue-green eyes. She was smart too or so the nannies told him. He didn't think he'd ever seen one of her report cards.

"I have had enough of your behavior," he said.

She rolled her eyes. Her father would chew her out for a bit and then that would be the end of it. He had never punished her in her entire life no matter how she misbehaved. She'd read a psych article about how if kids aren't punished they grow up feeling unloved. The article had been surprisingly on point.

She'd tried being good when she first went to live with her father. He'd ignored her. She'd tried being bad. Still ignored, but being bad was more fun so that's what she did.

"This time you've gone too far, Ava."

Another eye roll and she looked down at her nails. She needed to find a place to get her nails done. Maybe a nice deep almost black shade of red. It would go perfect in this gothic nightmare of a house.

"I don't know why we have to live here."

"I've got a solution for that," he said.

He had her attention now. Maybe he would finally give her a trust fund and she could get the hell out of this town and start her own life.

"I'm listening."

"I'm going to disinherit you."

"You can't do that," she said with a smirk on her face. "I'm your only relative."

"I can give the money to charity."

She wasn't worried. He'd threatened her occasionally and nothing had ever come of it. It was just all a bluff just to get her attention. He would never give away all his money.

"Don't you have anything to say?"

She shrugged.

"What do you want me to say?"

"It's too late for words. I've got my attorney working on a change to my will. I'm tired of your behavior . . ."

"Give me a trust fund and you'll be rid of me," she interrupted.

"Too easy. You don't know how to take care of money."

"That's your fault for never giving me an allowance."

"You can go to school or go to work and support yourself. If you want to go to college or a trade school, I'll support you and pay for it."

"I can't get into a college. I'd have to take college entrance exams and my grades aren't that good."

"Tell me where you want to go and I'll get you in."

"Isn't that illegal or are you going to tell them I'm an athlete? Maybe take a picture of me on a rowing machine?"

"It isn't illegal to give money to a college. You do it direct, call it an endowment and you'll be in. It's done all the time. If you want to go the school route, you'll have to submit your grades to me and if your GPA drops below a "C", you'll have to drop out of school and support yourself with no help from me for four years."

"Or what?"

"You're out of my will."

Ava stubbornly refused to believe her father was serious. He was just trying to scare her. She might have to behave herself for a week or two and then things would be back to normal.

"You have so much money; you could easily afford to give me a substantial trust fund."

"True, but that's my money not yours. No trust fund," TB frowned and appeared to be thinking. "There's another thing that you could do to not get disinherited."

Here it was, Ava thought. This was what he really wanted her to do.

"I'll give you a year to find a husband. Stay married for three years and you stay in the will."

He reached into a desk drawer and handed her a large legal sized envelope.

"This is a draft of my revised will. You will have until you are thirty-two to complete the terms. It's all outlined in here. I'll pay for you to get an attorney to go over this with you to make sure you understand. You will also discover that you have no rights to my money."

"I'm not going to sign it."

"You don't have to sign it. It's my will. I'm letting you see the terms. When I sign it next week, I'll give you an executed copy. The clock's ticking, Ava. You better get your life figured out now."

Ava got up and slammed the door behind her. She'd never had much feeling for her father. Now she did. She hated him. He was just being a bastard because he wanted to hurt her. He'd raised her. She was a victim of his poor parenting. This was his fault.

She half-expected him to change his mind and tell her that this had all been to just get her attention. It didn't happen. She'd gone to an attorney some woman named Ellie Lowen who told her that her father was within his rights to place conditions on her inheritance.

This was unfair for him to blindside her like this. Go to school and then work or work or get married. None of her options appealed to her.

And then it hit her. She could get married. Hot blonde guy was doing twenty years in prison. Being married for three years to him would be a piece of cake. She had found a legal loophole in her father's will.

Fuck you, daddy dearest. I'm getting married and I'm going to inherit every penny you've made. All she had to do was meet hot blonde guy and talk him into marrying her. Should be a piece of cake. Should be.