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Taming Ava & Fixing Jax - A Modern Fairytale

Chapter 25 The Enemy of My Enemy

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Ellie spent two hours tracking down a phone number for Marcus Alvarez president of the Mayans Oakland charter. She wanted to talk to the outlaw, but not the same way she and Clay talked. He had reluctantly agreed to meet her at Emilio's a Mexican restaurant on the outskirt's of Oakland. She wasn't thrilled at the location, but the meeting had to take place at some place where no one who knew her would see her.

She'd dressed down so she wouldn't stick out. Gone was the neat suit and high heels. She wore ripped jeans, a dark blue pullover, white sneakers and a slouchy brown faux leather tote bag replacing her lawyer's briefcase.

She walked into the small restaurant and was immediately struck by the smells of Mexican food. One of the things she and Clay had in common was a mutual hatred of Mexican food. She would have preferred the smell of bacon, greasy hamburgers and French fries, but she wasn't there to eat lunch, dinner or a snack.

The hostess gave her a look and pointed her to a back room that was used for private parties.

Alvarez was sitting at a table with a couple of members of his MC.

"May I speak to you alone?" Ellie asked.

"Give us a few minutes," Alvarez said.

The men got up and left.

Ellie took a seat in a chair across from Alvarez.

"You have a message from Clay Morrow?" Alvarez asked.

"No, I'm here on business. My business and not his. You've heard the saying the enemy of my enemy is my friend?"

"Get to the point."

"Well, I would like to offer you and your MC legal services in exchange for your help with a problem. I need Jax Teller to die as soon as possible."

"Isn't he in a federal lock-up?"

"Yeah," Ellie said. "He's in Kensington Palace."

Alvarez shook his head.

"Even if I was interested, I don't have reach into a fed prison. Mayans mostly end up in county and state lock-ups."

"Do you know someone who has that kind of reach?"

Alvarez shook his head.

"No. It's harder to hit someone in fed custody. You've wasted your time and mine."

Ellie leaned closer.

"There's another way for us to do business together. I need someone killed. This is where the whole the enemy of my enemy is my friend comes in. I will provide legal services for one year."

Ellie didn't bother to explain there was a good chance that she would lose her law license in the next few months if Jax Teller didn't die soon. That detail would just clutter the discussion.

"Who do you want killed?"

"Clay. He's a problem for me. I want him gone."

Alvarez laughed.

"Really? That's the reason. He's a problem for you? You want me to kill him just like that? If it were that easy, I would have killed him already."

"What would it take for you to kill him? I don't want it to look like a hit. I was thinking you could make it look like an accident."

"You're crazy. If it were that easy, I would have killed him long ago. I don't know what kind of game you're playing, but I'm not killing Clay."

"If you change your mind . . ."

"I won't. I don't know what's going on and I don't care. We're not hired killers."

"If you know someone or you change your mind, you have my number."

Ellie left. It was a lot harder arranging a hit than it was on TV. She thought Alvarez might have at least been a little interested.

OK. Who else could she get to kill Clay and Jax?