Seduced by the Biker Outlaw

Chapter 3 The Deposition

Jax didn’t put me in a cell. He didn’t even tie me up. Instead, he left me in his massive office with a stack of legal papers so thick they made my arms ache.

“Read,” he commanded before turning back to his phone.

While the rest of the city slept, I sat on the cold floor, my back against the mahogany desk, memorizing every line of the money laundering case against Jax’s lead accountant. It was a mess. The evidence was sloppy, but the prosecutor was aggressive.

Across the room, Jax stretched out on a leather sofa, playing a game on his phone, the light from the screen reflecting in his eyes.

Around midnight, his breathing slowed. He had fallen asleep.

I looked at him. He looked almost peaceful, his golden hair messy against the leather. A thought flashed through my mind—I could take his phone. I could hold him hostage. I could find Leo.

But then I looked at his arms. Even in sleep, they looked strong enough to snap me like a twig.

I sighed and turned back to the papers. I was a lawyer, not a fighter. My only weapon was my brain.

At 7:00 a.m., the sun began to peek through the warehouse windows.

My eyes burned from lack of sleep. I slipped into the small bathroom attached to the office and dialed my manager, Mike.

“Mike, I can’t make it to my shift today,” I whispered, leaning against the door. “I’m… sick.”

“Sick?” Mike’s voice was loud and annoyed. “Jade, you’re my best worker. I have a VIP party coming in—”

A sharp knock on the bathroom door made me jump.

“Miss Valedictorian,” Jax’s muffled voice came from outside. “Hogging the bathroom won’t save you from the deposition. We leave in thirty minutes.”

I froze. On the other end of the line, Mike went silent. Then he let out a low whistle.

“Who was that? Was that a man’s voice?” Mike started chuckling. “Our little nun has a boyfriend? Is that why you’re ‘sick’?”

“It’s not like that, Mike—”

“I understand. You’re a young woman and you have needs. Enjoy your morning. Just make sure not to have a limp tomorrow,” he teased and hung up.

I stared at the phone, feeling a fresh wave of heat crawl up my neck.

I stepped out of the bathroom, ready to snap at Jax, but the words died in my throat.

Jax was sitting on the edge of the unmade bed, wearing nothing but black leather pants.

A pair of silver reading glasses rested on the bridge of his nose as he flipped through a book.

My eyes trailed down to his chest. Hard, sculpted, covered in intricate black tattoos that seemed to move as he breathed. I didn’t know a human body could look like that.

“Like what you see, counselor?” he asked without looking up.

I quickly looked away, feeling my face burn from embarrassment. “I was looking for my shoes.”

He laughed. “Sure you were. Lennie is bringing your clothes. Try not to scream when he opens the door. He’s still grumpy that I didn’t let him kill you.”

A moment later, Lennie kicked the door open.

He looked miserable, carrying a dry-cleaner’s bag like it was a pile of trash.

He glared at me, his smudged eyeliner scaring me even more.

“I can still do it, Jax,” Lennie hissed, glancing at my throat. “One quick slice. No more lawyer problems.”

“Drop the bag and go get the car ready, Lennie,” Jax said calmly.

An hour later, I was dressed in a sharp, charcoal-grey suit. It fit me perfectly—almost too perfectly.

In the back of a blacked-out SUV, heading to Oakhaven’s Courthouse, I recalled something from the case.

“This case is a setup. Your accountant was sloppy, but the warrant they used to grab his hard drives was dated two hours after the raid. It’s illegal search and seizure.”

Jax looked at me, and I could swear there was a glimmer of respect in his blue eyes. “I knew there was a reason I didn’t let Lennie eat you.”

When we arrived at the courthouse, the media was everywhere. Turns out the accountant was a public servant, so him working for a criminal was quite the headline.

As we stepped inside the lobby, I noticed a crowd gathered around two men near the elevators.

“Ah,” Jax whispered, his voice turning cold. “Now I see why the snake switched sides. The man talking is Lorne and the one he’s talking to is running for governor. He wants a ‘win’ against me to boost his campaign. He calls it cleansing.”

My heart stopped when I looked behind Matthew Lorne. Standing there, holding briefcases and looking smug, were Clara and Marcus.

I ducked my head, trying to hide behind my red hair. I couldn’t let them see me like this—not as the lawyer for a biker king.

“Matthew Lorne? As in Lorne & Associates’ Matthew Lorne?” I whispered to Jax, my voice trembling.

Jax didn’t answer. Instead, he smirked and raised a hand, his voice booming through the lobby.

“Lorne! Good morning!”

The entire group turned.

Clara and Marcus froze when they saw Jax, their faces growing rigid. But then Jax’s hand landed heavily on my shoulder, pulling me forward.

“I see you have a whole team of interns behind you, Matthew,” Jax said, his grin widening as he looked at Clara’s shocked face.

“But look what I found: a twenty-year-old valedictorian. The best graduating student from Kingswell. She’ll be handling my business today.”

Clara’s jaw dropped. Marcus scoffed.

Marcus was vain. He came from a family of lawyers and believed someone wasn’t the best if they weren’t working at a reputable law firm.

So it didn’t surprise me when he hissed, “Jade, are you that desperate for a client that you landed just anyone?”

“I mean, if your fee is ten dollars an hour, he definitely looks like he can afford you. So what is this case you’ve come to argue? Did one of those dumb bikers skid off the road again and is suing the city?” Clara chortled as well, unknowingly mocking Jax.

Matthew Lorne’s face darkened, and Jax chuckled. Then the chuckle turned into hysterical laughter.

“Valedictorian?” He called out to me amidst laughter.

“Sir?” I swallowed, tilting my head to look at him.

“We were going to ask for a ten million dollar settlement. Make it one hundred. Matthew Lorne and the governor are rich. They can certainly afford it,” Jax exhaled.

“Bold of you to assume you’re going to win, Mr. King,” Matthew Lorne said, forcing a smile.

Jax looked him straight in the eyes and deadpanned, “Look around. I’m the only one with a twenty-year-old valedictorian on my side.”