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Taming Ava - A Modern Fairytale

Chapter 4 Heading to Prison

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Friday night Ava returned to the clubhouse this time as an invited guest. She brought four bottles of top shelf liquor with her. One of the few things she remembered from her mother was the time that she told her that a guest never shows up empty handed.

It was the high quality liquor she brought and her willingness to let the guys take turns driving her Ferrari that got her special treatment. She wasn't expected to do everything the guys wanted including the first duty of a crow-eater—the provision of oral sex on demand. It was clear to everyone that she wasn't on the same level as a crow-eater.

She did some drinking and dancing with the guys while carefully and subtly getting information on hot blonde guy. He was single, so her plan was definitely on.

She returned home early and alone. There was still some hope that her improved behavior would show her father that he should just tear up his new will with all its torturous requirements. As time went on, her hope was diminishing, but there remained a faint flicker of hope that he would change his mind and everything would go back to normal.

Ava knew enough about law to know that her conversations with Ellie Lowen were confidential, so she told her about wanting to meet Jax Teller and marrying him to fulfill the terms of her father's will. There were few attorneys in town, so Ava was not surprised that Ellie knew Jax and had even done work for the Sons.

Ellie agreed to take her to visit Jax. Attorneys got to meet privately and unmonitored, so Ava was going along as an assistant. This would give them the privacy needed to discuss a possible marriage between them.

Ava never planned on getting married. She'd never seen a happy marriage from her parents or her friends' parents. People were either unhappily married and unwilling to split up their property or divorced.

She didn't believe in love at first sight. It usually took her a few minutes. That first rush of love was intoxicating. She fell out of love faster. In seconds, she was over it and on to the next. She couldn't imagine being confined to one man for the rest of her life. No one could hold her interest longer than five weeks.

Ellie Lowen had also cautioned her that the marriage was going to have to look like it was real or her father could claim the marriage was fraudulent and that would violate the terms of his will. That might mean she couldn't date or sleep around for three years.

Well, there were always sex toys. She'd have to check out some new ones the next time she was in San Francisco. Charming didn't seem like the sort of town that would have a sex toy shop.

The MC guys could probably point her in the direction of the closest one or she could use her phone to find one. She didn't need to know anything. All she had to do was ask her phone the right questions. What the hell was the point in going to school when her phone knew everything?

Ellie was driving them to Kensington Federal Prison or Kensington Palace as it was known on the prison circuit. It was a medium security Federal prison about an hour away from Charming where hot blonde guy was incarcerated—a five syllable word that even the dimmest talk show guest knew.

She prepped for the meeting by watching a lot of daytime shows—mostly old Jerry Springer shows and some reality shows about prisoners. Between Ellie's knowing hot blonde guy and her research, she was sure this meeting was going to go well. No man had ever been able to resist her. This guy wouldn't stand a chance either.

Even her father had never been able to say no to her until this changing his will bullshit had happened. There was a tiny part of her that believed that if her father thought she was going to marry a prisoner, he would insist on giving her a trust fund instead. And then, off she would go to finally live her life. She wouldn't have to get married after all.

Ellie told her about the dress code, no shorts, no short skirts meaning two inches above the knee, no low cut tops or dresses, no tank tops, no tights, no leggings and no transparent clothes. And no dressing in clothes that looked like correctional staff or prisoners. That meant she couldn't wear beige or khaki. Not exactly a hardship. She couldn't wear orange because prisoners wore orange. Today she was wearing black pants with a black and blue cashmere sweater.

Ellie pulled into the visitor's lot.

"No phone, no weapons, no cameras. Be polite. The guards can be hard asses if you get on their bad side. Just keep quiet and I'll do all the talking and copy what I do with the searches."

"Searches?"

"Yeah, it's just a pat down like TSA only without the creepy scanners."

"Damned TSA bitches always give me a hard time. I think they just want my cosmetics because they always take them away. My father will charter a plane for him, but I have to fly commercial sometimes in coach," Ava said with a shudder. She shut her eyes trying to remove the traumatizing memories of flying coach from her mind—the screaming kids, the lack of legroom, the long line for the bathroom, the bitchy fight attendants, the damned cart banging into her and the hour long wait for a drink.

They were patted down and wanded to make sure they weren't trying to bring in any metal. Her shoulder bag was searched. They walked on and into another room and searched again—another pat down and wanding.

Ava thought they did the search twice because they knew their employees weren't very good at their jobs so they hoped that what the first missed, the second would find. She wondered why they just didn't hire more competent employees and pay them a little more. Typical government incompetence or maybe it was a union thing.

They were taken to a small windowless room. Ava's stomach fluttered. She was surprised that she was nervous. She couldn't remember the last time she was nervous. Ellie had pulled out a blank legal pad and a pen.

"Is there anything else I should know?" Ava asked.

Ellie didn't like Ava much, she was a spoiled little rich bitch, but she'd be good for thousands of dollars in fees. That was what was important.

If she liked her a little better she might have warned her that Jax had a hot temper, she shouldn't try to play him and he had a lot of pride so she'd better tread carefully. Instead, she was just going to sit back and hope for fireworks.

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Author's Note: After researching federal prisons, I created Kensington Federal Prison because there's a town near Oakland with that name and there's a palace in Great Britain with that name (where Princess Diana lived and Prince William and his wife live today) and it goes with my royalty theme. In the story it is located about an hour's drive from Charming. Some of the prison details are correct and others are just made up and might be right or not.

I've discovered that research can close off plots because you know that something isn't possible. For example, prisons are violent, but I think someone would notice prisoners dying from getting beaten to death and Lyla would have had a great lawsuit against the prison for Opie's death. Yet, she was scraping along on her porn star salary. You would have thought that Ellie Lowen would have had a chat with her about legal recourse over Opie's murder because she could earned a big fee if she handled the wrongful death suit.

Again, that's the down side to research and thinking too much.