Ana's POV

This guy is eating out of my goddamn hands. What a fucking fool. He really thinks I am going to miss this shot and he's got that idiotic looking smug on his face. Well, I will wipe that shit off real quick. I raise my pool stick a little higher so that I can give the ball enough of my momentum to jump. I've been playing pull ever since I was able to carry a pool stick. I know what I'm doing. I draw the pool stick back and hit the ball. It did what I wanted and it earned me two hundred bucks. I don't see that smile on his face anymore. Nope, he is pissed and I'm eating it.

"Now, how about that two hundred buck?" I asked with a wicked grin, my hand held out.

"You fucking gambled me, you bitch."

"Please, you knew what you were getting yourself into. It's not my fault you thought I couldn't play, now hand it over or I'll wipe you real clean." I said.

"Hell no, you're a cheat." He is starting to piss me off.

"Give me my money or I will take it from you." I gritted through my teeth. I needed that money. That was going to buy me food and some more clothes.

"I said no. You cheat me. I ain't giving you shit, bitch." Oh so this is how he wants to play.

"Alright, but don't say I didn't give you a chance."

"Fuck.." he didn't finish. I didn't let him. I grabbed my pool stick that rested on the table and swung around, hitting him in the head. This guy broke my pool stick! He fell back, but tried to come at me, I hit him with the stick in the knee and kicked his gut, making him fall backwards. I threw my broken stick at him, hitting him right in the face. The crowd was getting loud and people were yelling and laughing. His friend tried to stop me. Once he got close enough I punched him in the throat, than grabbed his pool stick, circling around him at hit him the back. He fell to his knees as the bouncer finally made his way through the crowd and grabbed him by his arm, taking him out of the bar. "I'll be back for you." He said as he left.

I stood over the guy who tried to cheat me out of my money. "Give me my money." He reached into his pocket and handed it to me. "Try not to cross me again." I grabbed a shot full of tequila; I'm guessing was his, and threw my head back. It burned my throat, but it felt good. I walked off before the bouncer came back and saw a guy who has been gawking at me ever since I got here. He was mighty fine, I must say. His copper hair was perfect and his eyes were the color of storm clouds. He was delicious. I gave him a smile and then took off, before I was caught.

I went out the back entrance and started to walk down the streets of Brooklyn. It was quiet, almost too quiet. I kept my guard up and looked around. I saw nothing but I felt like I was being followed. The winter breeze was pretty damn cold and the wind made the night seem a little more creepy. I took in a deep breath through my nose and then let it out. It was a long walk to my apartment, but it gave me time to think.

It's been three months since I've seen my dad. He didn't come back like he said he would. I was hoping and praying that Jack didn't get a hold of him. My father was in serious debt and I was even being used by Jack in order to pay my father off. Of course I did my job and now my dad is debt free, but that doesn't mean Jack won't still do something horrible. My father, Ray, and Jack went way back, to when I was born. He used to work for him and at an early age my dad taught me how to play pool, to count cards (so I could easily win at poker, 21, and black jack), and to rig any type of game. I was a gambling pro and that was my life. It's always been my life and I couldn't change even if I tried. I've been in countless fights and I have taken beatings from Jack and his men. That's how it's always been up until five years ago. My dad loved me and didn't want me in that situation, so we ran. We moved from Chicago to New York. We go from city to city just so he doesn't find us, but we have never left the state. My dad got us a new apartment six months ago and we have been living there ever since. It's peaceful. We can't get real jobs because Jack could easily find us, so we do what we know, we gamble people. I do most of the work because men are sexist pigs and think a women can't do shit. Well I prove them wrong; occasionally it ends up in fights because they refuse to give me my money, just like tonight. These last three months have been hard, I have to wing it on my own and get myself out of trouble. My dad would always spot me when it came the time to make money. And now, well, I'm alone and have to do it myself, which isn't hard. I'm a pro and can handle my own.

Foots steps from behind, pulled me out of my thoughts and I turn to see the guy from the bar. He's wearing dark fitted jeans, a tight black v neck and a black jacket. He looked good, a little too good. "Following me, I see."

He didn't answer.

"Are you just going to stare like an idiot or are you going to say something?" I put my hands on my hips and waited for an answer.

"Why are you walking out here alone?" He asked in a hard tone.

"Excuse me?" I said.

"You heard me."

"Yes, I heard you. What I meant to say was 'who the fuck are you to ask me questions?'" I spat out.

"Fiesty." His lips curled into a smile.

"Why are you following me?" my patience is wearing thin.

"Look, I saw you at the bar and I don't think you should be walking out here a lone, it's dangerous." He said. He seemed genuine, but I don't trust him. I trust no one.

"Thanks for your concern, but as you saw back at the bar, which I know you did because you've been staring since I walked through the door, you could see I can take care of myself." He moved his hands and placed them in his pockets, causing his jacket to move back. Is that a….. "Are you a cop?" My eyes grew. I really don't feel like getting arrested. He didn't look like a cop. I always searched the bar for them just in case, but apparently I missed one. This is just fucking perfect, exactly what I need right now. Well if he wants to arrest me, he'll have to fight me. I am not going in easily.

"Uh, no, not really. I'm a PI. Although I do have the same abilities as a cop. Meaning I can arrest you for what you did back there, but I won't?" He said.

I cocked my head to the side, a tiny bit puzzled. "A PI?"

"A PI is a private investigator."

Ugh. Really?

"Do I look like an ignorant fool? I know what the hell a PI is, you just look young." I retorted.

"I'm thirty." Huh. He doesn't look thirty, more like twenty six or something.

"I see, well thanks for your concern but I better be going." I turned back around and began to walk at a fast pace. Thank god he wasn't going to arrest me, but just to be sure I walked faster.

Ugh I wish my dad were here. I thought.

I stopped in my tracks. Wait a second…

He never left his position and I walked back towards him. "You said you're a PI." He looked at me with confusion. "I need your help."

"What is your name?" I told him I need his help and he wants my name? Well I guess it makes sense.

"It's Ana."

"Ana.." he held out his hand. I rolled my eyes and took it. "Anastasia Steele."

"It fits you well. I'm Christian Grey. It's nice meet you." He grabbed my hand and I felt and electric mist wrap up and around my forearm, all the way to my neck and down my spine. I pulled my hand away.

"Alright, enough with the formalities. I need your help."

He hesitated before he spoke. "What can I assist you with?"

I knew this was my one chance to know what happened to my father. I needed to know and I needed to get him back. He was my rock, and I could always count on him to be there, but right now he's gone and it will be my mission to find him. I will do whatever it takes.

"I need you to find my father."

***Please tell me if I should continue. Comments and thoughts are appreciated***