I’m pulled from the blissful oblivion of a dreamless sleep by the touch of Christian’s lips against mine. The feel of him, the taste of his kiss, surrounds me in a warm familiarity that keeps the existential dread from the previous night at bay for a few euphoric seconds. I let my lips play gently against his for much too long, and hum with delight when he grows tired of my too soft kisses and presses deeply into me, his tongue gliding past my lips. The moment he pulls away though, his warmth disappears and the cold fear I’d had when I saw Calliope’s face plastered across the internet instantly fills the void he’s left behind.
I sit up at the uneasy clenching in my gut, then blink through heavy eyelids at the room around me in confusion. The last thing I remember before falling asleep was Natalia handing me my Starbucks order while I settled down in a seat next to Christian. Now I’m in the bedroom at the back of the jet, and I feel like I’ve been hit with a cement truck.
“You fell asleep almost the second you sat down,” Christian explains. “I thought you’d be more comfortable back here.”
That surprises me, considering I’d spent the entirety of last night pacing across our hotel room floor while Christian begged me to come to bed. I’d been too stressed to try. Even after my nap, I can still feel the grogginess of my sleepless night coming back to punish me. My body feels heavy and weak. My attention shifts, unfocused, between Christian and everything else around me. I’m unable to settle or concentrate on any one thing through the fog of exhaustion weighing me down. There’s a pounding headache growing behind my right ear. With a groan, I sink down into the warmth emanating from the blankets draped over me as if it has the power of a witch’s incantation, beckoning me back into obscurity.
“Can I just have another hour?” I mumble, already succumbing to the overpowering urge to drift off.
“We’re about to land. I want you to come sit in a chair with a seatbelt.”
That has my eyes snapping open again. “We’re already back to Seattle?”
He grins. “Yeah, you’ve been dead to the world for several hours. If it wasn’t for all the snoring, I probably would have made an emergency landing in Minneapolis to have your resuscitated.”
I narrow my eyes at him as I take his hand and, reluctantly, step out of the bed. “I don’t snore.”
“Okay, baby.” His tone is just a placation, and I’m about to argue back when I get a head rush that has me uneasy on my feet. Once again, I feel the burden of my exhaustion.
“What, did you drug me?” I shoot an accusatory glare at him, while his sure hands make me steady, but it only makes him laugh.
“If I did…” He presses his lips against mine, once. “You’d never be able to prove it.”
I roll my eyes as he tugs against my hand and leads me to the main cabin of the jet. Apparently he’s spent his time on the flight working, because the table surrounded by a cluster of chairs near the galley is covered in stacks of documents and an open laptop. I slump down into a seat and fasten the belt over my hips while Christian starts sliding his work into a briefcase to keep it safe during landing. Once the table is clear, his hand wraps around mine and he reaches a finger for my chin so he can tilt my face towards his.
“You’re very quiet.”
I shrug, and he takes a measured breath.
“Talk to me, Ana. I can’t do whatever it is you need me to do next if you don’t talk to me about what you’re feeling.”
His eyes are imploring for my response, but I don’t know how to voice aloud the thoughts bouncing around in my head to him anymore than I could to my father over the phone last night. Because the problem isn’t just that I’m scared about what will happen now that Calliope can be easily identified by someone who wanted to hurt me or Christian, my trust has been broken. And I trust my father more than anyone else in the world. Even Christian. Now, he’s… what? Betrayed me?
That doesn’t even make sense, like the words can only be arranged in that order in some foreign language I don’t speak. I can’t reconcile having been so clear about never posting pictures of Calliope online with the photo I saw on my phone last night. Not even Kate has dared to try, and she posts literally every picture she takes straight to her PixC without a second thought. My dad is careful and deliberate in everything he does and says, and yet, the only thing I’ve heard from him about the post is his defense of Kim. Reading that Google Alert last night was like witnessing the incorruptible effigy that I’d built around him come crumbling to the ground, and now I’m left to wade through the rubble to find if any of it can be salvaged.
I need to have Calliope in my arms again before I can decide how that’s even possible.
“Ana?” Christian presses me. I turn back to look at him, seeing the ghost of the look that haunted me all those months I refused to deal with Lincoln swimming through his troubled gaze. The fear over what the internal battle I was waging would do to me, and frustration over my refusal to let him do anything about it. The hurt that I’d built the walls around myself too high for him scale. I don’t want to shut him out or put him through the pain I did before. It’s fear that makes me feel this way, my time with Flynn has taught me that, and Christian can assuage my fears better than anyone… So, I shift in my seat, moving as close to him as my seatbelt will allow, and I try.
“People want to hurt us, Christian.”
He takes a long, deep breath, swallows, then nods. “I know.”
“Nothing would hurt me more than if something were to happen to her.”
“And they know what to look for now!” My voice becomes sharp as tears well in my eyes, and I try to look away. His fingers move back to my face, forcing me to keep eye contact with him. “We have no idea who has that picture now and who they might have given it to. People could be out on the streets looking for her right now.”
“And she’s back at the house with security.”
“It’s not just about today. It’s about every day now. We’re never going to be able to let our guard down again and-”
“Ana.” He shifts and takes my hands in his, holding my gaze as his lips press into each one of my fingers. “What can I do to make you feel safe?”
Kim’s face flashes before my eyes and I cringe at the bitter taste that creeps into my mouth. I flinch at the way my heart sputters over the pain she’s put between me and my dad. He was the one who stopped Lincoln. But he’s not around anymore and I can’t live through another person who needs to be stopped… I can’t.
My face crinkles with pain again, and Christian pulls me into his chest, letting my tears soak through his expensive shirt.
“Please tell me what you’re feeling,” he whispers.
I breathe in slowly, letting my lungs fill until the urge to sob stops and I can speak. Though, when I try, it’s weak at best. “Everyone thought I was being petty. Everyone thought I was being selfish. No one listened to me when I tried to say that Kim would be dangerous for our family. Now she’s opened the lid to something that can’t be closed again and I don’t know what to do next. I don’t know how I’m going to live with it. My dad is my favorite person in the entire world, but right now…”
Words fail me again because I have no idea how to finish that sentence. I don’t want to push my father away. I don’t want to fight with him. I don’t want to make him my enemy or even an antagonist. Even being plagued by these doubts feels disrespectful to the man who sacrificed everything to make my dreams come true.
But I have them, and they’re very real.
And it’s all because of her.
“I don’t know,” I repeat, defeated. “I hate her, Christian. And now I don’t trust her. Now she’s making me doubt the one person I never thought I would.”
“No! Not okay. How do I tell my dad that without destroying him? How am I supposed to look him in the eye and tell him that this isn’t a mistake, it’s a betrayal? He’s my dad, Christian, and right now I don’t know how to talk to him at all. I have never had that problem.”
I think about our phone conversation, and the ‘buts’ that followed every apology he offered. I have to swallow to bitter taste the memory dredges up. But that doesn’t change the way my heart pounds at the idea of doing anything to upset him or disappoint him. Or how angry that reaction makes me. Tears well in my eyes and I bury my face in my hands, shaking my head in despair.
“I knew she couldn’t be trusted. I knew that she was going to tear us apart. Now what do I do?”
He reaches over and takes my face in his hands, wiping away my tears. “You don’t need to do anything. We had a rule, they fucked up. If I’m the one that needs to step in and be the heavy so that we can resolve this, then that’s what I’m going to do.”
I sniff, and take a broken breath. “You’re just very heavy, Christian.”
“He’s your father, Anastasia. I will make every attempt to keep a lid on my temper, I promise.”
Staring into his eyes, I try to find a hint of the feelings he’s burying beneath his concern for me. Is he scared the way I am? Is he boiling with rage underneath his seemingly calm exterior? Unleashing an angry Christian Grey on my father would be about as brutal as the Romans throwing people to the lions just to enjoy the bloodshed. But, no matter how hard I search his eyes or examine the line of his jaw for a hint of tension, there isn’t any of the expected fury looking back at me. He doesn’t even look worried.
“How are you so blasé about this? Aren’t you afraid someone will see her while we’re out in public and—“
“No,” he interrupts me. “I’m not afraid. You are protected, Anastasia. Calliope is protected. I’ve told you once, wars will be fought before anyone ever gets close to either of you again. I meant that, and I’ve made it a reality. Believe me when I tell you that no one will ever get to you or Calliope again.”
The first time he’d told me this, it had me worried. Now, it actually brings me a powerful sense of relief.
“Promise?” I breathe back.
“I promise,” he replies, firmly. The sentiment floats between us like an exorbitant prize, and I focus every cell in my body on accepting it.
Even when I think I hear the echo of a cold, disembodied voice waking in the back of my mind that tells me I shouldn’t.
The plane bounces roughly over the runway when we land, but it’s only a few minutes after that before we’re de-boarding. Mostly, Christian leaves everything behind as we’re only supposed to be making a short stop to pick up Calliope before continuing on to Beijing, but the thought of taking another trip right now, of taking Calliope out in public in a foreign country where my security team will already be at a disadvantage… it all has me feeling a little defeated.
I just need a few days at home with my baby.
“Welcome home, Mrs. Grey,” Taylor says, opening the door to the backseat of the SUV for me. I give him the warmest smile I can muster and brush an affectionate hand over the dark sleeve of his sports coat.
“Thank you, Taylor. How was the time you spent with your daughter?”
He smiles. “Much needed, thank you.”
“Was Sawyer abducted while we were gone?” Christian asks, peering through the darkly tinted windows of the front passenger’s seat. Taylor frowns and shakes his head.
“I’m not sure how he’s spent his days off but he failed to report this morning. I’ve talked to him, he’ll meet us back at the residence.”
“Failed to report?” Christian repeats. “He’s never failed to report. What was he doing?”
“I think the question is who was he doing,” I interject, as I climb into the backseat. I can hear Christian’s irritable sigh behind me, but whatever he says to Taylor next is too mumbled for me to catch. Then he’s in the seat next to me, pulling out his phone while Taylor settles in behind the wheel and drives us through the gates that will take us back to the freeway. The Bluetooth picks up Christian’s call before we’re even off the tarmac.
He spends the drive yelling at his lawyers. Unfortunately, there’s very little legal recourse we can take to stop the picture from floating around or even have what’s already posted taken down. We can issue cease and desist letters to the major publications who have pulled the photo from PixC, but we can’t sue someone for sharing a photo through the same social media site it was published on. And because both Christian and I were tagged, our combined followers have reposted the photo almost 3.2 million times.
“We can sue the person who posted the original photo,” the lawyer suggests. “It’s not going to stop it from being spread all across the internet, but we could get damages.”
“The person who posted it has nothing,” Christian grumbles. “We’d get nothing.”
“Well, then I would suggest the best course of action would be to… not post pictures of your child online.”
I snort. Christian nods to Taylor in the rear-view mirror, a signal to end the call.
“She’s safe,” he reassures me. “No matter what, she will always be safe.”
“I know.” My response is filled with audible dread, so he grabs my hand reassuringly and squeezes it tightly in his. I let the welcome sense of comfort wash through me each and every time his fingers pass over mine, then hold onto that security as we inch our way through our front gate.
It’s once again surrounded by paparazzi.
Taylor curses under his breath while the two men that have been haunting my house at every major event we’ve had over the past few weeks disperse the crowd enough to open a lane. I duck my face into Christian’s chest, trying to pretend I don’t see the flashes. Trying to pretend that each and every one of them doesn’t make me tremble with fear at who will see them or if any particular angle they capture will help someone find out exactly where we live and what time we got home.
“We’re all safe,” Christian whispers, and he holds me as we finally make it into the driveway.
I’m slow to get out of the car once the garage door is closed behind us. I’m not particularly looking forward to the confrontation that’s about to take place, and if I wasn’t so desperate to get to my daughter, I don’t know that I would have gotten out of the SUV at all. Christian isn’t impatient though. He comes around to my side and opens my door, offering a hand to help me climb down from the too high seat. He doesn’t pull me after him the way I’ve become accustomed to. Instead, he lets me set the pace as we walk into the house.
Gail and Andrea are in the kitchen, Gail packing Calliope’s favorite snacks into small coolers for the almost twenty hour flight we’re supposed to take while Andrea takes inventory against her checklist. Christian doesn’t acknowledge either of them. Instead, he stays calm and silent until we emerge in the living room where Kim and my dad are sitting on the sofa, talking quietly to one another.
“Hey, sweetheart,” my dad says, cautiously looking up as we approach. He eases out of his seat and moves towards me with open arms. When he pulls me into a hug, I hesitate for a moment, before returning a feeble imitation of his affection. “Annie, I’m so sorry. We didn’t—“
I can’t hear him say he didn’t know, because he did. Everyone in my life did. So I cut off the lie before it even has a chance to cross his lips. “Where’s Calliope?”
He sighs, then gestures to the hallway behind us with a nod of his head. “She’s in the playroom with your nanny.”
I give him a curt nod before slipping out of his hold and moving in the direction he pointed out. He calls after me, but Christian intervenes.
“No, this is actually going to be a conversation between you and I, Raymond.”
“Okay,” my dad says, more serious now. “Then let’s sit down and have a talk.”
I don’t stop to hear what’s said. I’m single minded, making my way down the hall to the playroom. Calliope is sitting like an island in a sea of toys, smiling at Mackensie while she hands her a colorful, plastic ring. The joy on her face makes the hollow ache in my chest dissipate, like the dying breath of a dust storm. She looks up as I start towards her, and somehow, that joy reaches a new crescendo.
“Hey, Calli-lilly!” I nearly cry, sweeping her up in my arms and hugging her tightly against me. I take a deep breath, inhaling her scent and letting it flood through me until every ounce of trepidation has left my body.
“Hi, Mommy,” she repeats, reaching into my hair and playing with the ends of the strands. I lean forward and kiss every inch of her face, then bask in the wholesomeness of her responding giggles.
“How was grandpa’s house?”
“Pop-pop,” she says, then starts babbling a string of non-words. It doesn’t matter. I stare at her, soaking in each and every bit of nonsense like it’s the most engrossing conversation I’ve ever had.
“You don’t say,” I laugh when she finally presses her lips together in a silent pout. She throws herself forwards and leaves a wet raspberry on my cheek. I sit with her cuddling for a few minutes, listening to Mackensie tell me all about her morning, until she’s suddenly drowned out.
“BULLSHIT! WE HAVE ONE FUCKING RULE!” Christian’s voice comes up the hallway in a thunderous echo that immediately catches Calliope’s attention. Her eyes go wide and her mouth forms a perfect little ‘o.’
“Yeah,” I reply, cautiously. “Let me just go see what he’s doing…” Handing her back to Mackensie, I quickly dart from the room. The shouting only intensifies the closer I get. It makes me cringe.
“I don’t care what you meant! No. Pictures. On. The. Internet. It was that fucking simple! And you weren’t even careful in how you worded the fucking thing. Now, not only do I have to worry about how you’ve put my daughter’s safety at risk, I also get to read stories in every gossip magazine across the country about how Anastasia has been unfaithful to me. What do you think that does to our relationship? What do you think that does to the way I look at my security team? Because now, I have Google Alerts popping up on my phone every five fucking minutes telling me that I need to be concerned about the relationship between my wife and the man that I have hired to protect her and my daughter, who you have now put in danger.”
“You can’t really be blaming her for the way some trashy rag has twisted something completely innocent!” my dad shouts back. His tone makes me recede back into the wall, just like I would have when I was seven. “She was pointing out how similar you are! The fact that they have somehow made her saying, ‘no paternity test needed,’ into Ana demanding a paternity test is absolutely ludicrous.”
Christian’s eerily calm response comes through clenched teeth. “I’m not blaming you for how they twisted it, I’m blaming you for posting the fucking picture in the first place. This was something we have both been very clear about. No. Pictures. On. The Internet.”
“How was I supposed to know all these people would see it?” Kim says, tears welling in her eyes.
“We have a combined twenty-three million PixC followers!” Christian shouts, generously omitting that over twenty million of those followers are his. “You tagged us both.”
“But I didn’t know that’s how it worked. I thought that’s how I sent it to you! All I wanted to do was show Ana how cute that picture was, I didn’t think it would become a national headline.”
“Then why didn’t you just send it to me?” I speak up. Everyone turns in my direction, so I push off the wall I’m leaning on in the archway and move to Christian’s side. “Why didn’t you put it in a text and send it straight to me?”
Kim stutters, looking to my dad for help as she flounders. He takes a deep breath and turns a look on me that pleads for understanding.
“We had no idea this would happen. We made a mistake and I’m sorry, Annie. You know that we’re sorry. She’s deleted the picture, if that means anything.”
“It doesn’t,” Christian practically growls. “Do you have any idea how hard I have been working to make her feel safe again? To take that look,” he turns and points directly at my face, “out of her eyes? I have been killing myself for almost a year to get us back to this point, and you just shattered it.”
“Christian…” my dad begins hesitantly, but my husband holds up a hand to stop him. He starts pacing, shaking his head as though he’s continuing the argument in his mind while he figures out what he’s going to do next. When he decides, he returns to my side and puts on his CEO persona in full force.
“You’re no longer welcome in my home.”
“Christian!” I protest. He shoots me a warning glare, but it’s not enough to make me fall silent. “You’re not banning my father from my house. That’s out of the question.”
“I agree. Kim, however, is not.” This time, my dad is the one with the indignant reaction, but Christian doesn’t allow my father to stop him, the way he allowed me. “I should have trusted Ana’s instincts from the beginning and I’m sorry that I ignored the warning signs. She was right. You can’t be trusted, Kim. So, you are no longer welcome in my home. You are no longer a welcome part of my family. You are no longer welcome in the presence of my daughter.” He turns to my dad, who has gotten off the couch now. “Calliope will not go to your house anymore. If you would like to spend time with her and Anastasia, you are welcome to visit them here any time you’d like.”
My dad blinks in disbelief, then slowly turns to me, waiting for me to say something. To contradict what Chrisitan is saying. When I don’t, his brow creases with pain. “Annie?”
I stare back, unsure what to say. I can see the hurt I’d feared written clearly across his face and I want nothing more than to make it stop, but… there’s nothing Christian said that I want to refute. I don’t want Calliope going anywhere without security anymore. Even if it is the middle of nowhere, where he lives now. I want her here, behind my gates and under the ever present watch of my cameras and my security team. My desire to have any kind of relationship with Kim was already tenuous at best. Every effort I did put in was only for my father, and now…
“I don’t trust her,” I say quietly, looking down at my feet because I can’t bear to say the words while seeing the heartbreak that stares back at me. “I love you, Daddy, and you will always be welcome here. But I can’t let any more people in who I don’t trust. Not after how I’ve been burned in the past. And I just don’t trust her.”
He takes a shaky breath, processing what I’ve said. I expect a fight. I expect excuses. I expect disappointment. To my surprise, after several eternal seconds, he nods. “Alright. I get it. From one overprotective father to another, I get it.” He turns and reaches a hand out for Kim. “Come on, we should go.”
A tear falls over Kim’s water line as she takes my father’s hand and slowly comes to her feet. She looks like she’s going to say something, try to make a final plea. But when Christian puts an arm around me, presenting us again as a united front, she swallows the words teetering at the edge of her lips and follows my father silently from the room. Christian and I stand there, not moving or saying anything until we hear the beep from the security alarm, and the soft closure of the front door.
“Was that too much?” he asks. “I guess I’m not very good at keeping my temper under control after all. I’ll call and apologize to him tonight if—“
I lean up on my tip toes and cut off his words with a kiss. “Thank you.”
“Always.” The whisper lingers in the space between our lips as he carefully rests his forehead against mine. I reach my arms behind his head and wrap them lazily across the backs of his shoulders, but just as he leans in to kiss me, Taylor appears in the entry from the foyer.
Christian exhales sharply, but pulls away. I shift my gaze to the head of our security team, then raise an eyebrow when I realize he isn’t alone. The men from outside are flanked on either side of him.
“Ana, this is Smith and this is Wyatt.” Christian gestures to each of them. “They’re your new bodyguards.”
I look at him in horror. “New bodyguards? What about Luke?”
“He’s not going anywhere. But we’ve decided you need a driver and an extra set of eyes for when you have Calliope with you. Just until the noise dies down a little.”
I look back at them, feeling an overwhelming sense of foreboding. Beefing up my security team last time was the opposite of helpful, so naturally, my initial reaction isn’t a trusting one.
But if there was ever a time to get me to agree to more security, Calliope’s picture floating around on PixC is definitely it.
“Okay,” I concede, trying to smile at each of them. “Hello.”
“Hello, Mrs. Grey,” they respond in unison. It’s creepy, but at least they’re talking to me now.
“We’ll be ready to leave momentarily,” Christian says, a clear dismissal. The three suited men in our foyer disperse and he turns to me, once again taking me into his arms. “Anything you need before we go?”
I frown. “How upset would it make you if I didn’t go to China?”
“Very upset.” He tilts my face up to his and holds my gaze. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” He raises an eyebrow that tells me he doesn’t believe me, so I sigh and push out of his embrace. “I’m just drained. I have no idea where I’m even at with The Greenwich Library and I don’t have the energy right now to deal with that while dragging a fifteen month old through a foreign country. Especially if you’re going to be in meetings the whole time. I don’t want to go.”
He doesn’t respond immediately. Instead, he closes the distance I created and brushes his thumbs under my eyes as though he’s tracing the dark circles I’m sure are there. “Okay. We won’t go.”
My brow crinkles. “We?”
“We,” he confirms. “I told you before, I don’t want to be separated from you and Calliope anymore. I travel with you, you travel with me. If you’re telling me that you can’t, then that goes for me as well.”
“But… you’re meeting with the president of China. This isn’t just some routine trip to a manufacturing plant in the middle of nowhere, this is… I mean, it’s China!”
He shrugs. “I’ll handle it over the phone.”
“You’ll handle it over the phone.” I repeat the words slowly, hoping hearing them out loud will help him realize how ridiculous they sound. He just rolls his eyes.
“Or video conference, whatever. The point is, they’ll come to me. It’s fine.”
I think back to the event I attended with Christian weeks ago where he’d made the first Endurance reveal. He’d said the same thing about Senator Blandino, and he hadn’t been wrong. The man flew half the government all the way across the damn country just to get that contract. Everyone keeps telling me I’m underestimating the magnitude of the Endurance project and what it means for Christian. Maybe I am.
There’s a sudden ruckus behind Christian, and I peer over his shoulder to see what it is. I expect it to be Andrea, but it’s Luke. In his rush to get back home, he comes through the utility room hot and immediately trips over the cooler of snacks Gail had been putting together. With two long steps that slam hard against the stone floor, he manages not to fall face first to the ground, but only because he reaches out to catch himself on the wine rack. A crystal glass rocks violently from its resting place and Luke kicks out his foot, managing to hurl the glass back into the air with the tip of his shoe. It bounces back and forth between his hands a few times before he finally gets a firm hold on it. When he holds it up in the air to inspect it for damage, the kitchen light sparkles over the pristine perfection of the crystal.
“Okay, but did you see that?” He grins.
“You’re the man,” I laugh back.
He slides the glass back on the rack, then saunters into the living room looking very pleased with himself. Christian doesn’t look so enthused.
The blonde head bent over the kitchen counter looks up from the tablet in her hands, her finger going still over the glass. “Yes, sir?”
“Cancel my trip. Let them know that we’ll conduct our negotiations through teleconference.”
She stares back at him, utterly befuddled. “Cancel?”
“That’s what I said.”
“Okay… but… To be clear, you’re asking me to call the representatives of the Chinese government and tell them that you’re… not coming.” She says the words in exactly the way I felt them, as though their utterance is completely insane.
Christian just tilts his head to the side and blinks back at her, clearly not in the mood to repeat himself.
“Does Ms. Bailey know?” Andrea tries again.
“Ms. Bailey will defer to my judgment,” he tells her, though she obviously doesn’t buy that one bit. Christian takes a deep, calming breath, then turns his attention back to me. “I need to make a phone call. Do you need anything?”
I shake my head and he leans down to kiss me before turning and leaving the room. I notice Gail dejectedly picking up the cooler and unloading everything inside while Andrea starts to gather her things to go. I probably should offer to go help, since I’m the reason for all the rework they’re about to do, but I’m too distracted by Luke.
“Where were you?” I’m trying for innocence, but he’s so onto me that he might as well be a freckle.
“Reading to the blind.”
I cross my arms over my chest. “Is that why you have lipstick on your earlobe?”
“What?” His hand shoots up and he starts to scrub his fingers against his skin. When he pulls his hand away and sees the smear of red staining his thumb, he smiles. “I didn’t say what I was reading. You’d be surprised how quick you can get these women going with just a little erotica.”
“I’m in publishing,” I tell him, plopping down at his side. “I’m very well aware of the avarice appetite for porn out there.”
“Avarice appetite.” He repeats the phrase a few times. “Impressive wordplay there, Harvard.”
I narrow my eyes at him again, and he pushes me away in exasperation.
“What part of ‘I don’t want to talk about it’ makes you think that what I’m actually saying is that I want to talk about it?”
“I’m your best friend. If you’re not talking to me, who are you—“ My words are cut off by the doorbell, and Luke grins excitedly.
“Oh, sorry. I’d love to finish this conversation, but I gotta get that.” He jumps over the back of the couch and walks with a quick pace into the foyer. I follow after him, hovering in the archway, and am surprised when he opens the door and it’s Carrick who is standing there waiting.
“Oh good,” he says, spotting me behind Luke. “I was hoping I’d catch you before you left for China.”
“We’re not going,” I say automatically. “What’s up?”
Luke steps aside and let’s my father-in-law step through the door. He comes to me and wraps me in a hug. “We finally did it, Ana.”
“Did what?” It’s Christian’s voice that asks the question. He comes up behind me and rests gentle hands on each of my shoulders. When his father looks up to give him the answer, a grin spreads wide across his face and he holds up a manila envelope.
“Your senator has completed the investigation. I’ve got the names of the officers who helped Lincoln.”
The envelope disappears from Carrick’s hand in an instant as Luke snatches it away and starts ripping the golden paper apart. I feel like I’m still processing what Carrick has said, but my bodyguard is already tearing through pages, muttering to himself.
“That son-of-a-bitch, I know this motherfucker!”
“Let me see it.” Christian reaches his hand out for the dossier, and after a great deal of hesitation, Luke gives it to him. He’s much more patient in the way he flips through the thick stack of pages held together by a lone staple in the upper left hand corner. He only just barely starts to scan the list of names on the third page before he lets out a disgusted sound and tosses the documents back at his father. “There’s why we had so much trouble starting an investigation. The chief of police is at the top of the fucking list.”
“I know,” Carrick says. “I’ve spoken with his replacement and we’re handling it. He was one of the few arrests we made this morning. The rest of them will be detained by 5 PM tonight. I’ve heard that because it’s you, the judge will be setting an extraordinarily high bail to keep them where they are. With the evidence in this file, I don’t know how they’re going to fight this. Speaking as a defense attorney, this is a nightmare for each and every single one of those men.”
“Nightmare,” I scoff, then I reach out my hand towards Carrick, expecting the file. He looks at Christian as though he isn’t sure I should see it, but hands it over when he nods. The summary of the investigation is pages long and I skim most of it. I don’t even take that much time to read the full list of names. My focus is on the pages of evidence collected behind all of that, things I need to be certain will stick. There are phone records, internal communications, and different kinds of messages with Lincoln himself. On page twelve, there’s an email from Lincoln to the chief of police.
To: Harold Seymore
Subject: [Encrypted] Re: Surveillance
Date: March 13th 2011 08:20 PM
From: Andrew Lincoln
I don’t understand what’s taking so long. She is CONSTANTLY out in the city with only Sawyer watching her. Drop the fucker and snatch the bitch off the streets.
There are text messages that show both of the men who attacked me in that alleyway downtown were Seattle PD.
I toss the file at Christian, unable to get through it all. “You’re sure that’s everyone?”
“Yes,” Carrick says. “We’ve already started interrogating the officers we’ve arrested and of the three, two immediately cracked. They gave us different names, but none we didn’t already have. We’ve got them all, dead to rights.”
I nod, letting myself accept the truth of that statement. Willing myself to let this be the end. Taking respite in the lack of emotion rising inside of me that would make both of those things impossible.
It almost works, until Luke starts trembling with rage.
“No, this is bullshit. Grey, you know as well as I do that these fucks are all buddy-buddy with the city prosecutor’s office and they’re going to get a slap on the wrist at best. Let me take care of this.”
“Mayor standing in the room,” Carrick says, shooting a serious look at Luke. He doesn’t seem to care. He’s focused only on Christian. He looks thoughtful for a long, tense minute, then takes a deep breath and shakes his head.
“He said arrests will be made by the end of the day. This is why we have a criminal justice system, to deal with people like this.”
“Thank you, son.” Carrick shakes Christian’s hand before finally pulling him in for a hug. Then he moves to me. “I wanted this for you.”
“I know. Thank you.” He hugs me, then refuses my offer for lunch, so I walk him out. When I turn back to look at Luke and Christian, they’re muttering quietly to one another.
“I don’t want any more violence,” Christian hisses at him, which makes Luke press his lips together so hard they disappear. “We’re going to let the courts handle this.”
“And when they’re back out there?”
He frowns and tosses the file back at Luke. “You have names now, so get to work. Find out what Lincoln had on these people, and make sure they know we have it too. I want everything you can find on their families. We’ll let the law handle this, but that doesn’t mean we can’t make reassurances.”
Luke straightens his back. “Yes, sir.”
Christian reaches a hand out for me, but stops before he fully leads me out of the room. “Oh, and Sawyer…”
“Failure to report is unacceptable. No more nights away.”
His mouth drops open. “But, sir!”
“I pay you to protect my wife. If she’s in this house and you’re not, what am I paying you for?”
“I-I…” His shoulders deflate. “Yes, sir.”
“I’ll expect daily reports on your progress.” He nods to the folder in his hands, then turns and pulls me from the foyer and straight to Calliope’s playroom.
33 thoughts on “Chapter 38”
Stupid stupid Kim. I feel bad for Ray.
That’s what I’m talking about! Sometime you gotta let Christian, be Christian! I think he was nicer then I would have been. Kim can take a hike, I’m glad Ana said what she said. You always need to go with that gut feeling.
I hope they get every single one of those crooked cops too!
I’m excited to see where everything is going!
Thank you for the update. I hope you had an awesome bday and holiday!
I did, thank you so much!
Words can’t express how much I look forward to Monday’s because of you!!!! Thank you!!!
What a compliment! haha
Was Kim oblivious? Poor Ray paying for her mistake. I hope they manage to prosecute the police. Have a great New Year.
Even if it only went to Christian and Ana her comment about the paternity test was very inappropriate. She could have conveyed how much Calli looks like Christian many other ways.
Man, Ray is in between a rock and a hard place. Hopefully, he can work out what she was up to. Ana didn’t trust her for a reason. Now to see how Ray handles it. I love that Christian went off on the both of them. That was great!
So Carrick got the names. Good. Wonder how many will see a court room?
Lukey is in trouble. LOL… horndog!
Hope you have a Happy New Years!!
Hey Debbie! Julia Garam from FB. I haven’t been on in weeks. Hope all is well over there. Have a nice holiday💋💋❤
In a way, I could understand Kim’s point. Like being totally stupid, because if you cannot understand that one thing, you are really incompetent. However, it was everything wrong: from her uploading the photo to the paternity test comment. I won’t venture myself into saying she did it on purpose, but it’s difficult to make it worse even trying to.
And what is even worse is Ray plotting with her and excusing “their” bad move, including him in the doing (althought I doubt he knew about Kim posting it). If I was Ana I wouldn’t go easy on him because he better than anyone should understand how things would go after posting that photo. Maybe not dumping Kim but neither deffending her so bluntly. It didn’t sit well with me, mostly because he was the one making the excuses, even when they were void of meaning and sense.
Btw, I love mad Christian. Sometimes you should let him be his CEO persona and spank some asses. And I also love powerful Christian who doesn’t give a shit about anything or anyone aside his family. Talk about a more devoted man…
And finally… Tara, thank you for making this year memorable in your own way. I totally understood your reasons to left this story unfinished but I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I’m glad to have you back. You know, Mondays are the shittiests, but 2020 Mondays would be unbearable withouth you. So Happy New Year in advance! I wish you the best of luck 🤍
Lots of love,
I also love mad Christian, but when he and Ana are so happy there are so few reasons to have him around. And thank you so much! I’m glad I could do something to make 2020 just a little more bearable– cause it’s really been the worst. Here’s to a much happier and healthier 2021!
I’m so glad Carrick finally got the names of all the men that were working with Lincoln. I hope they bury them. I feel so sorry for Ana. I feel bad for Ray also. I trust Ana’s instincts. She never did trust Kim. I wondered why at times but I don’t believe her for some reason. Like Ana said why not text her the picture. I think this is going to be a mess and I feel bad for everybody. Kim ends up being no good Rays never going to trust another person again. And with this endeavor All In Christian’s hands that’s scary also. The world’s going to be after trying to get a hold of the Endeavor steal it from him he’s just more of a walking Target than ever. It’s a worry. Having great power is a worry and Christian has great power. I don’t think Sawyer should have been in trouble. Sawyer would like to have a little bit of free time with a woman every now and then. I like Sawyer I love the friendship that he and Ana have. I’m loving the closeness that Christian and Ana have. She can depend on him always and he’s just so in love with her. I love love love your story. Mondays are wonderful now because of you. I hope you had a wonderful Christmas and I pray 2021 is a healthy and happier year for all of us. I hope you and your family are well. Take care be safe
Hot damn Christian!! Ray needs to ditch that bitch. She did that shit on purpose.
Well, that went better for Ray than I thought. Annnnnd, I am very curious about Ana’s extreme exhaustion, hmmmmmmmm.
Can we just talk about Luke for a second. I mean, what is up with this guy. It is not Ike him to be late let alone not show up for a shift. I am dying to know what it up with him. He is like a whole sub-story that really like book 4 1/2 in your world. 😊 I have a feeling that he and Christian will insure that the dirty cops won’t ever make it to trial. I know that sounds harsh, but Christian can literally make that happen now, and keep it six degrees from him completely. His thirst for total power and no one crossing him is now fueling revenge business moves. Carmen will be an example, and it looks to be extremely harsh.
All I can say about Ray is…..he had better not be double crossed by Kim. If she is up to no good, Ray will make mad Christian look like play time on Sesame Street. I get the sense she just wants people to know that she is “in” with the Greys.
It has been a good week- wonderful Christmas, another Seattle Seahawks win, and, your Chapter today.
I feel like I am all cuddled up. 🤗 ♥️
I agree with you on the “extreme exhaustion”.
I want to start off by saying it was an amazing chapter in its entirety and it has a lot of different talking points that flow together really well but my big thing this chapter is that kim is lying she not that much of a fool where she doesn’t know the basics of how social media works and another thing this is just me being a cynic But kim was giving me Elena vibes like how Elena use to manipulate Christian I feel she’s doing it to ray and I will say this about ray in his position in this situation “love is blind”because I feel like If Carla was alive and say her and Ana were on good terms and she did this ray would be on Ana’s side 1000% percent like he would probably try to mediate but still he would be on Ana’s side but well so how it goes again great chapter
No, sorry doesnt mean anything. Kim revealed Callie to the world! When one is an amateur, a pupil, like Kim, you dont expose anything in social media, especially with such high profile parents and their insistence on no pictures! Does Kim not understand? She disrespected Ana and Christian. I am glad CEO Christian is in the house to ban her in their lives. It is hard for Ana to face Ray but from this incident we can see how united and on same page Ana and Christian are in their relationship. They’re so strong together. It is extra loving to see how deeply they love the other. Christian prioritizes Ana in his life! Carrick certainly brings good news, hope all the stinking cops are apprehended and charged. Oops, Luke!
Very heartfelt Thank You To You, Tara💕 You give and dedicate unreservedly your time and talents. Such amazing works and legit, I love them❤Sending best wishes To You and Your Family. Happy, Blessed and Safe New Year. With lots of appreciation and ❤🌹🌻
Oh wow. One time I’m not pissed at Ana and Christian for nipping that crap in the bud. K-impossible MUST go.
This was better than I could have ever imagined 🙂 I am so glad Carrick got the names of those cops. I’m with Luke though. Those guys are friends with the prosecutor. I just hope and pray they don’t get off with a slap on the wrist. I know Luke will make them pay.
WTH is up with Luke. He’s taking this break up terribly. He’s definitely soaring his wild oats, sheesh, lol. I hope Ana can help him work through his heartache.
Annndddd….Kim is a liar. I do not believe she didn’t know what she was doing. Ana’s question was valid. Why didn’t Kim just send the picture to Ana via text? Kim had enough knowledge of social media to tag Christian AND And in the picture. I’ve always HATED Kim. Ray is so blinded by love and being lonely for so many years. He should’ve listened to Ana’s concerns about Kim. Ana has never liked/trusted Kim. Ray apologizing for Kim pissed me off. Ray knows the rules. He knows Christian and Ana don’t want Calliope’s face all over social media. It’s time for Ray to dump Kim. What else is it going to take for Ray to realize Kim has ulterior motives? I can’t wait for those motives to come out in the open. Kim has been spiteful and saying rude things to Ana since day one. It’s time for Kim to kick rocks and go back to hell.
Another great chapter, Tara. Thank you for continuing this story ❤
Happy New Year 🙂
First, thanks for a great chapter. And a meaty one at that. I agree with everyone’s comments that this story brightens each and every one of our Mondays, thank you. 💕
Second, yay Seahawks! I was cheering heartily.
Third, (cue whisper voice) is Ana preggers?? 🤔
But Christian has been so clear about not wanting more kids!
Hah! Well….? So was I after I had my twins and….whoops! Teasing. We hear words like “faint” and “light-headed” and that is where some of our minds go.
You and Grace would get along haha
Great chapter. Lots of movement in everything that’s been on the front burner for the Greys.
Believe it or not, my late mother and late sister are like Kim. My sister did in fact make the remark to me many decades ago about the paternity of her son compared to mine!! (Her infant son was a double of her hubby.) Her remark was so hurtful, I remember it like it was yesterday.
Kim is thoughtless, foolish, jealous, unaware, oblivious and may be using Ray to boast of a relationship with Christian and Ana. Kudos to Christian for losing it with Ray. Ray was through the worst with the Lincoln Massacre, and should have chastised Kim, instead of taking her side. Hope he will re-think their relationship.
Yeah, Luke is off his feed, but he’ll get his bearings again, He is fueled with anger after seeing the email from Lincoln ordering the cop to off Sawyer and grab Ana. If it is felt that the Seattle court is too “cop friendly”, a change of venue to Tacoma might be in order. If these killers get bail, I can see Luke and Christian hiring more undercover men to keep an eye on these guys.
Christian, don’t cancel the China trip. Move it up a couple of days until both you and Ana get over the shock of the Internet pic of Callie, and the arrest of the remainder of the bad guys.
I can’t blame Christian or Ana and especially since Ana didn’t trust Kim before. Ray has to understand that what Kim did was unacceptable, posting Calliope on the internet. Kim is now banned permantly from coming near them and Ray can only see his granddaughter at Ana and Christians home. No more trips to grandpas for her.
So happy that they have the list of police officers that helped Lincoln. Luke is going to try and dig up dirt on those officers to make sure that they rot in jail and don’t get off easy. Can’t wait to see what Luke comes up with.
Love angry Christian and CEO Christian as he gets things done. Christian being the one to out the gauntlet down and tell Ray how it’s going to be is good. Poor Ana having that doubt regarding Ray is heartbreaking. He’s her dad and their relationship is everything to her. Kim has go to go. I haven’t trusted her from the beginning. Ana’s gust is telling her not to trust her and she needs to go with it. Your gut is more than likely never wrong. So happy Carrick was able to get the police involved with Lincoln. Hopefully they stay behind bars like they should be. Luke will define get all the inside info needed to have reassurances for them to keep them away from the Greys. Luke not reporting is so not like him. Yes he needs his free time but like Christian said he pays him to protect Ana and is he’s not where Ana is what’s the point.
Hope you had a wonderful Birthday and Christmas. ❤️
I have a feeling Kim just got what she’s always wanted, Ray all to herself. She did it on purpose knowing how they would react. She’s been trying to erase Ana from Ray’s life and she just succeeded. I hope Ray is sharp enough to realise what she’s doing. Compliments of the season.
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Wow what an action packed chapter. Kim what could I say that everyone else hasn’t said before. She needs to go. I hope that they nail all the dirty cops to the wall.
Happy New Year! As far as Christian Grey is concerned, first and foremost Anastasia and Calliope are his priorities before his business and others. What would life be for him without them. We would never know because he would not allow it to happen. Could it be that Ray is blinded with Kim being her the only companion to fill in any loneliness commonly seen with older people, and he just did not pay attention to what she was doing? Kim must be a fan of gossip tabloids and just imitated whatever she had been reading and tried creating a gossipy post using Calliope’s picture. Well now she could become famous for for the media in extracting more information about the Grey family. Never know what could happen next. Thank you very much and hope 2021 will be a better year for all.
I hope those dirty cops also get charged with being involved with Linc setting Gresham’s apartment on fire and destroying other people’s apartments, injuring others, anyone die in the blaze?, etc. And who picked up the suitcase with the rest of Christian’s bank account money that Alexis was going to get but the fire prevented her?
Sólo espero que Ray habrá los ojos y vea que Kim lo hizo a propósito. Siempre ha sido muy inteligente y protector de Ana y sabe porque son tan protectores. Más cuando aún no habian conocido a todos los culpables. Espero que Ray recapacite y la relación entre ellos no se rompa.
Happy New Year! The part of this chapter that has stuck with me is Ray accepting the boundaries Christian put in place for Ana. It did break my heart that Ray left without saying a word to Ana and I’m curious what that reconciliation will look like. Just like the previous reviewers, I’m curious about the exhaustion and light-headedness Ana is experiencing, granted she’s not violently ill this time, so maybe you’re just throwing us off. 😉
I also get the feeling a few more shoes will drop before everything starts to fall into place – and I can’t wait to read every chapter you have for us.