His Captive Lover (The Thorpe Brothers Series)

His Captive Lover

By Elizabeth Lennox

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Copyright 2013

ISBN13: 9781940134970

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This is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, business, places, events and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner.  Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

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Chapter 1

Autumn looked at the list, her eyes casually skimming down the cases.  When her eyes caught one name in particular, she looked again, shocked and not believing her eyes.  When she looked one more time, she gasped, still not sure she believed that this name was on this particular list.  Sure enough, the name hadn’t changed when she refocused. 

Panic filled her and she looked around, wondering what she could do.  This couldn’t be happening!  Of all the names that might have popped up on the court’s docket roster, this one was the only one that Autumn never would have expected.   

“Ash!” she whispered, suddenly knowing exactly what she needed to do. 

Running down the stairs then through the long hallway, she burst into the office on the left corner.  The large, intimidating man sitting behind the steel and glass desk seemed to be the day’s super hero, at least when it came to this impossible situation.  “Help!” she cried out as she burst into his office, not even bothering to knock as she normally would.

Ash looked up, his black eyebrows rising above his strange, blue eyes.  “What’s wrong?” he asked of the normally ultra-professional, uber-polite-except-when-a-certain-brother-was-around office manager.  She rushed into his office, her eyes wide with an emotion that didn’t make sense on her beautiful features.  Ash watched as she hurried around his desk, remaining calm despite Autumn’s panic. 

“Please, you have to get her out of there!” she rushed over to his desk and slapped the list down in front of him then immediately turned to figure out what he might need to solve this horrible problem. She hurried behind his desk and grabbed the suit jacket that had been draped across the back of his chair, grabbing his hand and sticking it into the sleeve even while he read the paper she’d slapped in front of him seconds ago. 

Ash looked down at the paper, still remaining calm even while he allowed her to help him into his jacket.  “This is a list of the people being arraigned this morning.”  He transferred the paper to his other hand, still reading.  With practiced coordination, Autumn grabbed the other hand to stuff it into the sleeve, then pushed the jacket onto his enormous shoulders. 

Autumn didn’t even bother to look at the paper again, too frantic to get the impossibly large man moving.  “Correct.  The person you’re going to save is the third name down on that list.” She grabbed his briefcase and haphazardly stuffed some papers into it, then looked around to see if there was anything else he might need. 

Ash looked at the name.  “Mia Paulson?”

“Yes!  You have to go help her!” She ordered him and shoved his leather chair out of the way while she put her hands up on his shoulders, pushing his enormous body around his desk and out the door.  She’d never been so bold before, but she didn’t have time to be nice.  This was an emergency. 

Ash stopped moving and turned around to look down into Autumn’s worried, chocolate eyes.  “Looks like she’s being arraigned for first degree murder.”

Autumn looked up at the man who was the only one who could save her friend.  Unfortunately, she had to take a precious moment to explain because Ash was too large and too muscular to move when he didn’t want to.  “She’s my best friend and I guarantee that she’s innocent.  But more importantly, she’s probably trying to do this all on her own because she naively believes in the justice system and probably thinks her claim of innocence will get her out of this mess.”  Autumn was already shaking her head and waving her hands in the air.  “There’s no way Mia could have killed anyone.  She composts all of her plants.  She scoots bugs out of her house instead of stomping on them like a normal person.  When we’re walking down the sidewalk, she’ll actually stop and help earthworms get across so they don’t dehydrate in the sunshine and die.  So killing a human being is completely outside the realm of possibility.  Unfortunately, you’re her only hope and you’ve got to do something!” she explained, her voice rising towards the end as her patience in explaining things to Ash wore thin.  There wasn’t time to talk.  The court would be in session in just a few minutes so Ash had to hurry and get over to the courthouse now!

Ash couldn’t help it.  The image of Autumn with her three inch heels and her pencil skirts, her long, dark hair looking so prim and proper walking with someone who helped earthworms and bugs was just amusing and he let out a deep chuckle. 
“So she’s a saint.  But even saints have a breaking point and, when provoked, can kill someone if rage or passion takes over.”

“First of all, that wouldn’t be first degree murder, would it?  Besides, you’re thinking of normal people like me when I’m talking to your obnoxious brother, Xander.  Not Mia!  We’ve known each other since elementary school,” she said, gathering up his planner and extra pens, stuffing everything into his case in a haphazard manner.  She walked behind him again, trying to shove him out of the office which was impossible unless Ash Thorpe was willing to be pushed.  He was simply too big. 

Thankfully, he allowed himself to be moved along, then pushed out the door.  “You have to hurry.  She’s being arraigned any minute now and she’s probably terrified.  She definitely doesn’t understand the process because she’s a school teacher.  The woman doesn’t even have a parking ticket to her name so she has no clue how harsh the justice system can be.  She needs you and you have to hurry!”

Ash grabbed another file on the way out, shaking his head at the odd situation.  “If she’s being charged with murder, where was she at the time of the crime?  What is the evidence the police have on her?  What’s the motive?” he asked.

“I don’t know!” she snapped, pushing him from behind now, picturing her friend’s worried face as she sat in a jail cell with all the other criminals who might hurt her because Mia was such a nice, innocent woman who believed in human kindness.  “Stop asking questions and move faster!” she ordered him, completely forgetting that she was the office manager while Ash Thorpe was one of the partners of the illustrious Thorpe Group legal team that consisted of four brilliant brothers who all worked in different areas of the law.  Not to mention Ash Thorpe was also the best criminal attorney in the country.  People hired Ash from all over the United States to get him to defend them. 

“Don’t you need your coat?” he asked, looking down at her silk blouse.  He rarely saw Autumn without her matching suit jacket. She might take it off in her office, but she slipped it on if she had any reason to step out of her area.  They were out in the cool October morning with a definite bite to the air. 

She shook her head, barely even acknowledging his question in her urgency to get him out the door.  “Not now.”  She led him over to her small car with a combination of forceful nudges, pulls and racing ahead of him to challenge him to keep up with her.  When they finally arrived at her car, she opened the passenger seat and practically pushed him in, ignoring the humor of seeing his large, muscular frame sitting inside her tiny vehicle.  At his questioning look, she said, “I’ll drive.  You’ll be too slow.  We might not make it in time.”

He looked at her askance even as he whipped his foot out of the way before she slammed the door on it.  “I’m too slow?” he asked with astonishment, but only the dust inside her car heard him since she was almost running around to the driver’s side.  He chuckled slightly as he shook his head.  No one had ever accused him of being slow.  He stepped out of the car and she froze, her wide, chocolate eyes begging him to get back into the car.

“Autumn, what’s going on here?  I’m never slow and court is almost in session.”

She was becoming frustrated with his delays and questions.  “Stop messing around!  Mia needs your help! You’re the one who always thinks that justice has to be done and here you are just standing here mocking me.”  She paused a moment, tears threatening her eyes.  “Please, Ash.  You’re really the only one I would trust.  She’s my best friend and I know she’s terrified right now and probably very confused.”

Ash took pity on her and turned serious.  Looking at her from across the roof of her car, he smiled reassuringly.  Or as soothingly as he could without any knowledge of the situation.  “Don’t worry, Autumn.  I’ll help your friend.  Judge Rooney is on the bench today.  If your friend is third on the docket, we still have plenty of time to meet up with her.  You can drive and on the way, I’ll call some of my sources and find out what’s going on, get the evidence against her and find out who is prosecuting.  Okay?” he asked with that famous Ash Thorpe confidence.

She smiled, instantly relieved that he was finally on board with the issue.  “Thank you!” she replied.  But a moment later, she pointed for him to get back into the car and, even in her rush, gracefully slid in behind the wheel. 

She ignored Ash as he made some phone calls, only hearing his end of the conversation as she focused on the early morning traffic.  Thankfully, The Thorpe Group’s offices were close to the courthouse but downtown Chicago traffic was still obnoxiously difficult. 

Fifteen minutes later, Autumn swallowed painfully as she pulled into the courthouse parking lot.  The expression on Ash’s face scared her more than anything.  “What’s wrong?” she asked, parking in one of the empty spaces near the courthouse. 

“Pretty much everything,” Ash said and opened the car door.  All signs of humor and resistance were gone now, replaced by that cold, logical determination that had made him so famous in previous trials.  The man certainly loved his job, but when he grasped onto a situation, he was like a pit bull, not stopping for anything until he’d succeeded.  “Come on.  We have our work cut out for us.”  With that, he strode up the steps of the courthouse and worked his way through security.  Once he was clear, he and Autumn rushed through the doors of the courtroom. 

Right before he entered, he touched Autumn’s arm to stop her.  Looking down into her worried eyes he said, “Autumn, you need to let me do my job.  I know this is your friend, but I’m going to treat her just as I would any other client.  I have to in order to get her out of there.”

Autumn swallowed, painfully aware that Mia was still waiting.  She had no idea what Ash was telling her, but she nodded in agreement.  When he started to turn back to enter the courtroom, she stopped him with a hand on his arm.  When he was once again looking down at her, she explained the harsh truth to him.  “She can’t pay,” Autumn said softly.  “I’ll pay your fees.  Please, just help her.”

Ash sighed, the issue becoming more complicated.  Autumn might look professional and tough and she fought his older brother tooth and nail on anything she considered an important issue, not afraid to stand up for what she believed in.  But Ash had worked with this woman for several years now.  He knew that, deep down inside, Autumn was a soft, sweet, kind person which made her vulnerable to the harshness of life.  “And what if she’s guilty?” he asked carefully, needing her to face the possibility. 

Autumn shook her head.  “No.  She isn’t.  You’ll see.  Wait until you meet her before you make a judgment.  You’ll know as soon as you look into her eyes.  She’s just a thoughtful, gentle person who teaches kids and loves her job and gardens as a hobby.  She doesn’t do anything wrong except stand up for the little guy.”

Ash looked at her for a long moment.  This would be a complicated case and if it weren’t for Autumn’s personal involvement, Ash wouldn’t even take it.  It seemed like an open and shut case from what his police source said.  The only issue in their favor is that the police hadn’t found the body of the victim yet.