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Taming Ava & Fixing Jax - A Modern Fairytale

Chapter 31 Motel 6

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Gemma called Clay a few hours later to let him know that Jax had come out of his surgery and would be OK barring another infection or attempt on his life. Due to his precarious physical state only she and Ava were going to be allowed to see him today.

Clay gave the good news to the guys. They were happy that Jax had survived another close call. Leave it to Jax to survive another murder attempt, Clay thought sourly. Why couldn't he just die?

He went into the bedroom he and Gemma were sharing in the suite and turned on the room's shower before pulling out his burner phone and calling Lowen.

"We need to meet," Clay said without bothering to identify himself.

"Why?"

"Get a motel room nearby so we can meet without worrying about being overheard."

"OK," Lowen said. She was excited. If he wanted her to get a motel room, that meant sex. "I don't have anything on my schedule so it shouldn't take me long maybe an hour or so."

The only thing she had on her schedule was getting ready for a hearing before the Bar Association and that was still a few weeks off.

"Fine. Call and I'll meet you," Clay said ending the call.

Clay needed some alone time to meet with Lowen. As Sergeant-at-Arms, it was Tig's job to ride with him and protect him. This was especially important when they weren't on their home turf. He didn't want him to know of his meeting with Lowen so he was going to have to ditch him. Fortunately, he could always use the convenient migraine excuse.

"I've got a damned migraine," Clay said as he walked out of the bedroom. "You guys go over to the hospital and watch over Gemma. Keep her from killing Ava. We don't need someone else in jail."

The guys laughed. They knew that whoever married Jax was never going to get Gemma's approval. It never even seemed to occur to Ava to try.

The guys got dressed and headed over to the hospital leaving Clay alone in the hotel suite. He paced and grew angrier by the second. Finally Lowen called with an address for a Motel 6 about twenty minutes from his location.

Lowen must have been watching for him because he'd barely tapped at the door before it was jerked open.

"How is everything going?" she asked.

"Let's see, there was another botched hit on Jax."

Ellie's face fell. She'd been hoping like hell this second attempt she'd put together using a former client would prove more successful than the hit Clay put together.

"There was another attempt on his life?" she said trying to sound surprised.

"You didn't know anything about it?"

She shook her head.

"No. What happened?"

Most attorneys are skilled liars or at least good at misleading others. Ellie Lowen was just an average liar which explained one of the reasons her law practice wasn't thriving.

Clay answered her by throwing her up against a wall and punching her in the stomach. It was a good place to hit a woman so she didn't look beat.

Ellie doubled over in pain, gasping for breath.

"Why did you do that?" she panted.

"You fucking liar," Clay growled in her face. "I know you were behind that second hit on Jax."

"Look, Clay, I wanted to give you deniability," she said clutching her stomach.

He grabbed her by the hair and spit in her face.

"You think I'm fucking stupid?"

"Of course not," she said quickly. Normally, she felt some fear with Clay and it was a turn on. Today though, he was in a rage. He'd hit her before but not like this. The fear today was more like terror.

"Think about this," he hissed in her face. "How many people know where Jax is? The prison and the MC. I could fucking get exposed over this. Jax might figure out someone gave his location away."

"He'll just think it was someone at the prison." Ellie said soothingly.

"How the hell did they get his room number? I gave it to you like a fucking idiot," Clay said angry with himself. He punched her in the shoulder. It wasn't the shoulder punches little boys give to little girls they are crushing on. It was a hard hitting shoulder punch that would leave a large painful bruise.

"Could have bribed someone. It could have come from the prison."

Clay looked at her, his blue eyes almost seemed to bulge with rage.

"You don't make a move that I don't know about. What the fuck happens if this murder attempt gets traced back to you? Gemma says the cops are already investigating it and there's a good video of the fake nurse."

Ellie swore. This wasn't good. A good video and the killer had been in the system. What if the image was good enough for facial recognition or was that something that was just done mostly on TV? If her failed hitwoman found out there was video, she could panic. She was going to have to do something about her. She could rollover on her to get a reduced charge for the failed hit. This was bad. She could end up with an attempted murder charge.

"It can't be traced to me."

Clay kicked a desk chair across the room.

"If it gets traced to you, everyone will wonder why you wanted Jax dead. Jax isn't stupid like Gemma. He'll figure out that I wanted him out of the way so I could run the club without his interference."

"You don't have a motive to kill him while he's in prison," Ellie said quickly. "The hit can't be traced to me. I made sure of that," Ellie lied.

"You better hope like hell that's true," Clay said.

He knew he shouldn't believe her, but there wasn't much he could do about it. Maybe kill her. He'd have to think it through a little more. He would have to make sure not to leave evidence and with all that damned technology it wasn't easy. He sure as hell couldn't kill her now. If he did it, he would have to make a careful plan.

Clay roughly shoved her face down on the bed. She heard him unzip his fly. All the physical abuse he'd heaped on her was worth it in that moment because he was going to have sex with her.

She knew she needed help but there were things that she could never tell a therapist.

She gasped and shut her eyes as he shoved himself inside her with a grunt.