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Taming Ava & Outwitting Jax - A Modern Fairytale

Chapter 13 Backstabbers

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The color from Ellie Lowen's face drained when she was shown the paper Jax had signed instructing her to turn over all his legal records to Tom Becker or his representatives. She'd tried to stall for time, but the man he'd sent to get the records knew the law and explained why she needed to comply with turning the records over. More importantly, he explained what would happen if she failed to turn them over immediately. Left with no choice, she turned the records over.

"I need to talk to you," Ellie said calling from her office phone.

"You always want to talk to the outlaw."

"This isn't like that. It's bad. We may have a serious problem."

"Your house. Twenty minutes."

"OK."

Ellie Lowen got in her car and drove to her little one bedroom house tucked off a gravel road behind some towering oleander bushes. She always liked the feeling of seclusion. Now she felt fear. Someone could kill her and no one would hear her scream. Could he be that angry with her?

She set up a camera that would cover the area as an insurance policy less against her murder and more for the future.

She heard his motorcycle pulling up to her house, turned the camera on and flung open the door.

"You are jumpy," Clay said.

"Wait until I tell you what I know and you will be too," Ellie said. She closed the door behind him and turned to face him. "You know Jax is marrying this little rich bitch Ava to pay for his appeal on his conviction."

"I remember," Clay said impatiently.

"Today, her father sent an attorney to pick up all of Jax's files. I tried to stall, but I couldn't. I had to turn them over."

"There's nothing incriminating in them is there?" Clay said with an edge to his voice.

"Yes, there is. I thought if I ever had to turn over his files to someone, I'd have plenty of time to rewrite them. That rich bitch's father is reviewing Jax's case. I was actually doing my job as his defense attorney until . . ."

"I persuaded you otherwise."

"That's right."

"How bad can it be? So they find things in Jax's files that point to his innocence, it's still going to take years before his appeal gets heard."

"One of his grounds of appeal will be ineffective assistance of counsel. That's going to destroy my legal career."

"That's a you problem. Not a me problem."

"It's an us problem. Jax could come after me or have someone come after me for what I did for you."

What Clay didn't know was Ellie was on thin ice with the California Bar Association. She was fighting to keep her law license. The last thing she needed was an ineffective assistance of counsel appellate issue.

Any competent attorney would find all the holes in Jax's case and those were just the ones she knew about. This was Clay's fault.

She approached Jax's defense like she wanted to win the case. She'd gotten most of the case prep done when Clay suggested she let Jax get convicted. She billed the MC for hours she didn't work and split the additional $50,000 with Clay. The MC paid $100,000 for Jax's defense. Not only had she tanked Jax's defense, she'd stolen from the MC to benefit herself and Clay.

The financial fraud was not that big a deal. White collar crimes drew very little punishment because the laws are written by future white collar criminals—attorneys and elected officials. California was currently lost in a crime Renaissance. There was a view that only those convicted of violent crimes should be locked up. It was a great thing for non violent criminals. If her little fraud ever got discovered, she'd get a slap on the wrist in the form of a fine and maybe some community service. That was only if she got caught.

If the MC found out she'd billed for hours she didn't work, that might be a very bad problem. Outlaw biker clubs tended to take a dim and violent view of someone stealing from them. For someone to spot what she'd done with the hours billed, a person would have to match the hours she worked in the file compared to the hours she'd invoiced the club for. Clay approved all of her bills. They had both stolen from the MC. She would take him down with her.

She could have been tougher and refused to give up Jax's files, but there was no legal justification. That could be another charge against her with the bar association.

"You fucked up Jax's defense. He'll do five or six years in prison and get out if his case gets thrown out. By that time, I will have the money I need from the club."

"That Ava's father has a lot of money and power. He might be able to get Jax's appeal expedited."

"Why don't you find her another inmate to marry? That would torpedo Jax's appeal. He wouldn't have the money and he'd just stay locked up."

"It isn't that easy. The plans are too far along," Ellie said.

"Maybe Ava has an accident. There would be no wife to marry."

"I'm not going along with murder. I haven't done anything to get locked up for and I'm not going to be part of murder."

"Who said anything about murder? I was just hoping that she has a fatal accident."

"Her father would be all over that. He would send in teams of people to find out the truth. These aren't regular Charming citizens that you can mess with," Ellie said. She needed to get through to Clay that killing Ava wasn't the solution to their problem. Murder drew actual jail time.

"Fuck it," Clay said. "You might be in a little trouble for not doing a good job. Claim a drug addiction."

"That would make me covered under the Americans with Disabilities Act. I might not even get into trouble with the bar. I'm not sure what the law is in this area. Maybe it will be OK."

"See, you're worried about nothing. Jax is going to stay in prison where he belongs."

"Where you paid me to put him by throwing his case, not investigating the ATF agents and not questioning them during the trial."

"I remember. It was worth every penny to be rid of Jax's interfering in my running my club. I hope the little prince does every day of his twenty year sentence."

"He really was innocent," Ellie said.

"Of that," Clay said chuckling. "Having the ATF set him up was a gift from the Gods. I knew he'd never rollover on the MC. It was a perfect solution to my Jax problem."

"Once you paid me to throw the case."

"Hell, you probably would have fucked up the case anyway," Clay said. "You sure as hell didn't hesitate when I suggested you bill the MC for hours you didn't work and take that as your fee for throwing the case. You are losing it over nothing. So they find out you didn't do a good job with Jax's case. What do they expect? You're a drug addict."

"That did work out well for my partner when we got back from a lunch break and the judge could see the coke on his nose from the bench."

"That's all you need to do. Coke up your nose a little and nothing's your fault. You have a disability."

Clay always had a unique way of looking at things. She was worried for no reason. Worse case, Jax just thinks she's a terrible attorney. He might already think that after his trial.

"You're right. I'm worried over nothing."

Ellie had gotten Clay to admit to every part of what he'd paid her to do. It was clearly spelled out. This was going to be her insurance policy if he ever tried to screw her over.

Clay walked over to her. She could feel her heart pound hard. She knew that look in his eyes and what was going to come next.

"Take off your skirt," Clay ordered.

"No."

Clay grabbed her, wrenching her arm behind her back. He tore at the button at her skirt and unzipped it. Using one hand he pulled it roughly down over her hips. She wore what he liked—just a garter belt and stockings without underwear.

He released her arm and kicked the desk chair across the room before grabbing her and bending her over the desk. She knew this was so wrong on so many levels, but she just couldn't resist. Sex with Clay Morrow was dirty, disgusting and degrading. It was everything sex should be with a little extra.

He unzipped his fly and began pounding away. She knew this was probably sick and mentally unhealthy, but she enjoyed every sick, twisted, messed up moment. When he was done, he slapped her on the ass and left without saying a word.

All she could think of was how much she wanted to talk to the outlaw again.