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Taming Ava & Fixing Jax - A Modern Fairytale

Chapter 52 Shark Attack

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Ava watched as Jax's face turned bright red with anger.

"Ava," Jax said furiously, "I swear to God you are going to regret that."

"I don't think so," she said laughing. Now this was the only fun part of marriage—messing with Jax—and knowing there wasn't a damned thing he could do to her.

Jax shifted uncomfortably in his swim trunks but it was too late. Sand was already working its way up his ass.

"When I rinse off . . ." Jax threatened.

"I'm so scared," Ava said mockingly. "Ohhh . . ."

Jax walked off into the water. He planned to swim out far enough where he didn't need to worry about anyone near him, remove his trunks and do some sand removal.

What he planned to do to Ava . . . He had no idea. Not being able to hit her limited his options as she knew only too well. Son of a bitch. This is why females needed to be taught obedience at birth.

Paul finished helping Ava apply suntan lotion to her body. Ava had lost sight of Jax when he got into the water so she didn't know if he saw Paul rubbing the lotion on her or not. She hoped he had. It was so much fun getting under his skin and making him mad knowing there wasn't a damned thing he could do about it.

She was disappointed when he didn't return to the cabana. It seemed likely he hadn't seen Paul rubbing her with suntan lotion. There would be other opportunities to annoy him and she would need another application or two of suntan lotion later.

The sound of the waves always relaxed her and made her drowsy. She put her sunglasses on, settled herself into her lounge chair and shut her eyes for a quick nap. She didn't want Jax sneaking up on her.

After Jax finally finished washing all the sand out of his body and its well muscled crevices, he pulled his swim trunks back on. He swam for awhile trying to come up with a plan to get back at Ava.

She could make his life a living hell and he needed to get control of her and her out of bounds behavior sooner than later. The longer she believed she could mess with and defy him, the harder it was going to be to get her into line and make her a proper old lady. They many not be permanently married, but he could not have an old lady that was defiant. It would make him look weak with SAMCRO and set a poor example. He was the future president and Ava's out of control behavior was not going to jeopardize that.

It was impossible to see inside the cabana at a distance so he had no way of knowing if someone was rubbing his hands all over Ava's body. It wouldn't surprise him if she'd defied him and had one of those suntan lotion butlers apply lotion to her. Hell, she was probably lying about suntan lotion butlers just to piss him off. They probably didn't even exist. He rolled over on this back and floated for awhile trying to think of something he could do to Ava.

He finally had a plan to teach Ava a lesson. He swam into shore and found a small child with a large bucket. He convinced the little boy to let him borrow the bucket for a few minutes. He went to the water's edge and filled it full to the brim of water and returned to the cabana holding the bucket down at his side.

Ava was asleep, he could tell by the relaxed posture of her body.

"Ava," Jax called sweetly as he sprinkled a little water on her, "it's starting to rain."

Ava didn't stir.

"It's raining harder," he said louder. "It's a storm. You're going to get drenched." He dumped the entire bucket of water on her head.

Ava woke up sputtering and coughing. Some of the water had gone up her nose. She jumped to her feet knocking her sunglasses off in her haste.

"You son of a bitch! I'm going to kill you," Ava said furiously with fire in her eyes.

"You don't want to do that. You'd get beaten to death your first day in prison."

"Oh, I'm not going to prison," she said hotly. "My father will get me the best criminal attorneys and I'll get off with an insanity plea. I'm going to say you drove me crazy."

Jax turned and ran tossing the now empty bucket to the little boy as he ran past him. He wasn't fleeing his bride out of fear. He was luring her out into the water. He turned his head to see Ava chasing after her, her breasts bouncing seductively in her swimsuit.

Ava didn't know what she was going to do to Jax when she caught up with him. She would wait for inspiration when she got her hands on him. All she knew at the moment was it wouldn't be pleasant.

"You son of a bitch," Ava said her voice low and angry. It was one of the few things her father had taught her that stuck—don't yell in public.

Her head had gotten drenched. Her hair was a soggy mess and her make-up was smeared. The rest of her body was dry. He'd deliberately focused on dumping water where it would do the most damage.

"You have no sense of humor," Jax said taunting her.

"I'll give you a sense of humor in a place you won't like."

Jax could outrun her, but in the water, they were both slow and she might have a chance at catching up to him. Suddenly he disappeared.

"Coward!" she shouted. There were no swimmers near them so it was OK to raise her voice. "You little fucker come up and face me."

A Hallmark heroine would never use "fuck" in any form, but Jax was below the caliber of a Hallmark hero. He was stuffed with toxic masculinity and it was causing her bad behavior.

There was no response. She was in water that was a little more than waist deep. Her eyes swiftly scanned the water. No sign of Jax. He couldn't have held his breath for this long. Maybe he'd drowned. That would be the best thing that had ever happened to her. She'd never wanted to be a wife, but she'd love to be his widow.

"Bastard," she said. "I hope you drow . . ." before Ava could finish her sentence, she felt something bite her ankle.

Ava screamed. She was being attacked by a shark!