New story something different... I LOVE our little fifty shades of fucked up grey BUT I wanted something different. I love how much of a hardass he can be I decided to write a story with more of that. In actuality the Grey's are a very powerful family. Their wealthy and have connections. SO in this story I decided to make them the head of Cosa Nostra (Italian mafia) it's fun and different. My Christian will be an arrogant hard ass. He knows what he wants and gets it. He's ruthless until he meets Ana of course. That's his kryptonite. It's going to be a fun ride here is the prologue let me know your thoughts!

Prologue:

I smile for the family photo as I count the number of bodies I had in my damn trunk this past week. Way too many for my fucking liking. I would have to get a new car. I hated when the blood would ruin the interior of my car. It wasn't like I was riding around in a damn Honda! I had a fucking 1962-63 Ferrari 250 GTO Berlinetta. That shit was a classic and costed me 38 million. I hated to give it up maybe I would have Elliot fix the interior up for me. I would still need a new car though.

Smiling into the camera for the last time I sighed internally. We had shit to get done. Nothing in life was free and it was time the Kavanagh's understood this. They were another Crime family in the streets of New York. The second biggest organization besides us. It was always a fucking competition with those pieces of shits but today they'd learn who owned New York. The Grey family had been in the mob lifestyle for centuries. My father's father and his father before him were all bad ass fuckers. Nothing could stop us once we hit American soil. My great grandfather emigrated from Italy when he was 16 years old. That bastard had nothing when he came to America and left this earth with everything.

He owned all of New York and now because of his passing my father owned it. My grandfather was Dominic Luciano. He never even had the chance to take his turn on the "throne" because the same year his father passed a heart attack came in like an assassin and took him in his sleep. Carrick never really wanted this lifestyle but that was too damn bad because he was born into it. The same way he didn't have a choice neither did Elliot and I. It's what we were born into and what we were expected to be. Mia was known as a Mafia princess. Basically fuck with her and your eyes wouldn't live to see tomorrow.

It wasn't too bad when you thought about the fantastic fucking life we lived. It's like we were royalty in the streets of Manhattan. Forget about it we owned this whole damn city. Manhattan was our home base though. Nothing and no one would be able to stop us. We were known for my great grandfather Giuseppe Luciano. He was a sadistic bastard. Took over New York in the blink of an eye taking down any enemies he had while he walked right to the top guns blazing. We were technically the Luciano family from Sicily, Italy but according to the public we were the "Greys" a nice Italian – American family living the dream.

We had money falling out of our asses but the feds could never catch us. Trust me they tried day in and day out to take us down. It just wasn't happening. Carrick had too many dirty cops working for him. They would rather lose their jobs than fuck with us. Plus they were getting paid triple their salaries. They didn't give a damn about our illegal activities as long as they got their cut.

"Ma really I love you but we need to get going we have business to attend to." I say as I button my suit. Tom ford was my favorite suit to wear. Simple Elegant and downright sleek. Yea I was a conceited bastard but I had to be. I was taught form the ripe age of 8 years old that no one could ever be better than a Grey. We were the best hands down. That's been my mentality since then and I would say it's done well with keeping me alive. La Cosa Nostra aka the Mob was a fucking shark tank. I had to be the best at all times. One slip could cost me my life.

"Christian really? Right before Easter you have to go on a job right now? We're taking our Easter pictures for goodness sake!" My mother fans herself as she gives me a cold stare. I didn't know what the hell she wanted me to do! Dad was the Capo dei capi otherwise known as the leader of all bosses. He was the big shot in the streets and he was the boss when it came to the family business. If my father says we have to go then no questions asked we were going; simple.

"Ma you'd have to speak to dad you know if he says work calls then we have to go." I try to reason with her but there was no point. My father may be the leader of this family when it came to the job but everyone knew Grace was the true boss when it came to her kids. I love my mother dearly. In an Italian family nothing was more sacred than the bond of a mother and her son. It was unbreakable.

"Carrick! Really do you have to go now? We need to prep for church and Easter dinner tomorrow." My father slides his shades on as he kisses the side of my mother's head. Putting my own shades on I roll my eyes. The fucker was a pain in my ass but I loved him dearly. Still he'd kick my ass seven times to Sunday if he saw me rolling my eyes. Disrespect wasn't tolerated. Period. Doesn't matter who you are.

"Grace I love you and we'll be back in less than two hours. We have some clean up to do. Don't worry I love you." Still upset about the whole ordeal my mother mutters to herself while retreating to the kitchen. I'm pretty sure I heard something about "Fucking hardass husbands and I'll show you who the real boss is", but we just laughed it off and went to meet Elliot outside. That kid was always getting out of situations. I swear he walked like the dead. He was so silent you could never hear him coming. That's why he was so good at what he did. No one ever saw Elliot coming and by the time you did you were already looking down the barrel of his gun.

Leaning against his car with his legs crossed and a huge ass smile on his face I see Elliot wave us over. I swear this kid was always fucking happy. Especially after he got married it was like he found the end of the damn rainbow. Marriage wasn't for me.

"So pops what business do we have with the Kavanaghs?" I roll my eyes as I get in to the car. If my dumbass of a brother would have kept his shit in his pants and left John Kavanagh's daughter at home we would be smooth sailing right now.

"What the fuck do you think? We got to go collect our shit since fucking Kavanagh thinks he can pull a fast one now that you married his whore of a daughter." I laugh as I see my brother get heated up. He was too easy to rile up. We were all shocked when he said he was marrying another Bosses daughter. I mean it wasn't that uncommon but the Kavanaghs were our biggest enemy. Now her fucking pansy of a father thought he could get over on us just because his daughter was a Grey.

"Fuck you Christian stop being such a fucking arrogant asshole." Before I could even respond I felt a slap on the back of my head. Wincing in pain I glare at my father. That shit fucking hurt.

"Alright enough of the bullshit. We have a shipment to collect. I want all my shit by the end of the night no exceptions. Kill everyone except John and Ethan you know Katherine will blow our heads off if we touch them." My father says as he orders Elliot to drive off. That was the problem grandpa Giuseppe had with my father, he believed he was too soft, and there was no mercy when you messed with biggest crime family in the city. Unless of course you were Carrick Grey then he was always letting little things pass. That would be his downfall. I just hoped I could become next in line to actually run this place the way it should be before that happened.

I pull the bottom of my pants up and take my Colt M1911 out of its holster. This was my baby of all guns. It was the first gun ever given to me by my father and it had my initials engraved into every bullet. Motherfuckers knew when I was coming. I was ready to take this whole family out but I knew until I could take the reins that wouldn't be happening.

Elliot was older than me and rightfully so the family business should be passed down to him next but even he know he would run this family to the ground if he took over. He was a beast at what he did but he could never be taken seriously. He was a joker most of the time and he was okay with it. My father knew he wasn't going to accept his offer at taking the family over once he retired which is why I've been training for this since I was 15 years old.

Pulling up to the Kavanaghs warehouse I crinkled my nose in disgust. You could hear the damn Irish singing their heads off no doubt drinking Guinness. They were loud obnoxious and frankly just pissed me off.

"Alright boys. Remember what I said. We're here to pick up shipment. If things get out of hand you take everyone out except John and Ethan. Although I have a little surprise for John. That fucking bastard should know better than to steal from me." Shaking his head my father walks into the warehouse Elliot and me flanking him on both sides.

Walking into the building we're immediately stopped by a guard standing to our left.

"Who are you here for? We can't just let you in." His gruff voice questions. Rolling my eyes I pull out my gun and hold it to his temple before he can even blink.

"Don't act like you don't know who were and what we came for get John now." My father sent me a disapproving glance but I didn't care. We came here to get shit done not to jump fucking rope. Watching the guy walk with shaky legs down the hall I felt satisfied.

"Really Christian? Learn to control that temper. I came here to handle this my way not yours." Casting my eyes down I begrudgingly showed my father submission. He was in charge and until it was my right I had no say in the matter.

"Boys! How do ya do! It's been too long Carrick. We're family after all." Grinding my teeth I fight to keep my mouth shut. There was no point is starting shit now; my father would no doubt kick my ass if I disobeyed him. There was no such thing in our family as being too old for a good ole fashioned ass kicking.

"Yes well duty calls John. I want my shipment. We had 20 kilos of Cocaine coming in and yet I see nothing." Carrick was pissed I could tell it was do too the fact that this man was technically family that he wasn't putting a bullet through his head.

"Carrick please! Stop with the formalities. As for your shipment... Well no can do Carrick it's going to take me another week." Growling in frustration I forget all about my father's warnings and jump at this fucker's throat. Pinning him to the wall with my forearm blocking his air way I lean down to speak in to his ear.

"We're done playing games John. This is the FIFTH time you have screwed us over on shipment. If you think for one second that I won't put a bullet through your fucking skull cause your daughter married my brother you're sadly mistaken." He was turning purple and all I wanted was to teach this scumbag a real lesson. It wasn't like he ever treated his family right anyway. That was a big rule when it came to us. Wives and daughters get treated like gold and if you were blood related you stuck together. It was simple really but this fat fuck didn't seem to like following the rules.

Before I could even move I feel the cold metal of a gun touch the back of my neck. Next to me I see Elliot pull his out without a second thought and blow the guys brains out. Quickly I turn and take out the last two guards. Grabbing a chair in the corner my father takes a now wheezing John and sits him down. He ties him up and steps back to admire his handy work.

"Alright John that's enough where's my shipment if not where's my money? If you can't provide either of those we're going to have a problem" My father says as he checks the chamber of his weapon. What the fuck was he doing that for? I thought we were supposed to keep the bastard alive. Maybe he had a change of heart.

Trying to catch his breath a now blue John stares into my father's eyes.

"It's in the desk left drawer there's a false bottom all your money is there I never even got the chance to buy the drugs." Scoffing out loud I walk towards the desk to collect our money. Never got the chance to get our shipment? More like the cafone was trying to steal our money.

Putting the money in a black duffel bag I walk over to my father as I sling over my shoulders. I was beginning to get antsy and I just wanted to get out of here. I had some hot chick down at the club I was fantasizing about and needed a release bad.

"I'm really disappointed in you John I thought you knew better than to mess with my money I guess not." My father's says as he puts his leather black gloves on. I see Katherine's father to protest but it's too late Carrick blows a hole through his right shoulder before turning around to face me. Leaving his yelling in pain.

"After church we're having Sunday dinner look forward to seeing you there famiglia!" He calls over his shoulder. I take once last glance at his screaming form before heading out. That's what happens when you try to fuck us over; we come to collect what's ours.

GUYS! if you read this YAY! So this story will be different! The family is completely OOC ! Trust me there will laughs tears and action! Lets not forget romance! Grace is still sweet as ever.

This is the Mob we're talking about so this will have ALOT of bad language and other gruesome stuff if you cant handle it please don't continue the story. BUT it will also be about a hard ass arrogant mobster finding love with a sweet caring Anastasia Steele. Its going to be great I swear. I just felt like we needed something different ! I wanted to see more sides of CG besides the whole BDSM thing so here ya go tell me what you think! *italic words are Italian* if you want me translate in the future i will