Fifty Shades Forgotten.
Christian's POV.
Holy shit! It's Jack, and he has a gun. How in the hell did he elude us? And, how did he find us? This guy must be smarter than I gave him credit for. I don't usually underestimate people. I step in front of Ana in protection mode. I don't want her or the baby to be in the direct line of fire. There's no telling what's going to happen here. I don't like not being in control in any situation, but especially this one. I fight the overwhelming urge to attack Jack. I know it would stupid to rush a man with a gun, especially an insane man. My temper is boiling.
"Jack." I say calmly to him.
"Christian." He says calmly back to me, with an evil grin accompanying his words.
"You two know each other?" Ana asks from behind me.
Jack looks at me, confused for a second, then he laughs. "Yes, we know each other." He's caught onto the fact that Ana still hasn't regained her memory.
"Jack is an old colleague." I say to Ana, as I glare at Jack.
"Jack, this is not what it looks like." Ana steps around me. "OK. Maybe it is, but why did you hit Taylor? I wasn't seeing him. Did you think I was seeing him?"
"No." Jack laughs at her. He's amused by the situation.
I put my arm in front of Ana, and push her back behind me. "Ana, let us take care of this." I order her.
That doesn't go over too well. She steps from behind me again. She certainly hasn't lost any of her stubbornness with her memory. "I'll take care of this, Christian." She insists.
"Ana. No! He has a gun." I yell to her. "For once in your life, listen to me."
She looks at me totally shocked, appalled that I would speak to her that way. Then she looks at Jack. "Jack, I'm sorry. If you let everyone go, I'll go back home with you, and forget I ever met Christian." She says sweetly to Jack.
Jack ponders her proposition.
"Ana. No! No way in hell are you leaving with this mad man. I won't allow that." I yell to her, before I realize what I'm saying.
"He won't hurt anyone if I leave with him quietly, Christian. I think Taylor might need medical attention." She explains.
"He'll be fine. I slipped a few sleeping pills in his coffee when he wasn't looking, then I clobbered him over the head. No big deal."
"He's bleeding." Ana says as she steps over closer toward Taylor.
I try to inch closer to Taylor as well, trying not to let Jack see me.
"Ana, stop. He'll shoot you." I yell to her.
She turns around to look at me. "No, he won't. He's my husband. He loves me." she says easily.
Could she be that naïve? Husbands shoot wives all the time. Has she lost more than her memory with that bump on the head? She walks closer to Taylor, then reaches out and examines his head.
"Is he OK?" I ask her. I can't believe my best bodyguard is out of commission when I need him most.
"He'll need a few stitches." Ana says to me.
I hear Taylor grumble and groan. Thank goodness he's still alive and waking up. He opens his eyes, and looks around. His eyes grow wide in shock. He's just realized where he is and what is happening. "Shit!" he says dryly.
"It's OK, Taylor. Jack's not going to hurt anyone." Ana says.
"I'm not buying that." I say to Taylor.
Taylor looks at me. "I'm sorry, boss. I don't know how he got the jump on me. Or how he arrived undetected."
"Bus. Cash all the way." Jack says proudly. He's overflowing with pride in the fact that he's outsmarted us. It pisses me off.
"Let Ana go. We'll stay." I say to Jack, bartering with him for the two lives that are the most important to me at the moment.
"I'm not sure which one I want more right now, Christian." Jack says, then makes believe that he's debating. "Hmm. Make you agonize for the rest of your life over the death of your first true love, or make you wonder what I'm doing to her for the rest of your life. The choice is mine, really. Isn't it?"
"You won't be walking out that door either way, Jack." I threaten him. I walk closer to him, daring him to take action. I'm not sure which way this is going to go. I have my hands raised in the air.
"Want to bet?" he asks me snidely, then suddenly he grabs Ana by her waist and pulls her to his body. She struggles for a second, then relaxes. She's decided not to fight him.
I freeze in my tracks. I know I can't outrun a bullet. "Please don't hurt her, Jack." I'm begging. It's probably the first time in my life since I was a little boy, begging my Mom's pimp to stop hitting me. I feel weak, but I'll do anything to save my wife and child.
Jack laughs. He's taking great pleasure in my agony. "Oh, the great Christian Grey. Oh how the mighty have fallen." He mocks me.
I'm so mad that I could spit nails, but I can't give in to the anger. "Please, Jack." I beg again.
"Jack, I'm pregnant." Ana says. "Remember we wanted a baby. We're going to have one. I came here tonight to tell Christian the news, that I was going to be faithful to you, so we could raise our baby together."
Oh shit! I wish she wouldn't have told him that. Now he knows he has more leverage than he will ever need to make me do anything he wants, not that he didn't have it already. I watch as Jack's mouth falls open, then he shakes his head. "This is too easy. Two for the price of one!" He smiles, then pushes the gun up to Ana's head.
I run toward him. I've lost all control, and all reason. Just as I'm about to reach him, I see that Ana has grabbed his neck with both hands, and is bending over. Jack flips over her shoulder, landing on the floor in front of her. I hear the gun go off. I'm not sure who has been shot. Please don't let it be Ana. I see Taylor stomp both feet onto Jack's legs. He's attempting to hold him down. I jump on top of Jack and begin punching his face repeatedly. I look up to see that Ana is fine. She's rushing to untie Taylor's hands. I continue punching Jack. He's yelling out in pain, not making sense with his words.
I feel Taylor tap me on the shoulder. "Sir, if I may." He says firmly.
I step off of Jack, and he attempts to roll over to protect himself better. I see that his leg is bleeding profusely. Taylor lifts him to standing position with one hand gripping his shirt, the he punches him in the stomach hard. Jack yells out, then doubles over. Taylor lifts him again, then punches him in the face, hard.
I look Ana up and down to make sure she's OK. I don't see any blood. "Are you OK?" I ask her.
She nods her head up and down quickly, unable to take her eyes off of Taylor. She's in shock still.
"Where did you learn that trick?" I ask her, trying to distract her.
"My dad?" she asks me, as is she's unsure. "Ray?" she mumbles the question out.
Holy shit! She's remembered her dad. I'm ecstatic to say the least. "Yes, your step dad." I answer her.
Jack continues to resist Taylor. He is not relinquishing control. "I've been shot. I need a doctor." Jack yells out to us.
Taylor ignores him and slugs him again.
Ana screams. "Stop, Taylor . He's my husband."
Taylor looks at me, confused. I shrug my shoulders. I'm not sure what to do.
"Ana, he was going to kill you." I explain to her, as if she's a small child. Surely she understands what has just happened.
Jack laughs, and spits blood. He's enjoying the moment. "She's my wife, Christian. In every sense of the word. She's carrying my baby."
I know he's lying. But, is he trying to tell me that he's slept with her? That would kill me. "That baby is mine, Jack. Blip is mine."
Ana jerks her head toward me. Her mouth falls open in surprise, and her hand falls to her stomach. She gives me a quizzical look. "Little Blip. You really didn't want this baby. I remember now." Her face falls and fills with disappointment. She's hurt. Tears are filling her eyes and starting to spill.
I put my arms around her and try to pull her close, but she resists. She pushes me away, and bites her lip to keep herself from bursting into tears.
About that time, I hear Taylor yell out to me. I turn around to see Jack coming at me with his fist. I block it, and throw him to the ground in a body slam. Taylor jumps on top of him. He pulls Jack's arms behind him. He grabs the lamp from the bedside table, and yanks it to himself, pulling the plug from the wall. He wraps the cord around Jack's wrists to bind them together. Jack is lying face down, with a lamp on his ass.
Taylor steps up. I look over to see Ana running out the door.
"Ana, stop. Wait!" I call out to her as I run toward the door after her.
"Christian." I hear Taylor's voice call to me in a really loud whisper, in desperation.
I turn around to see Taylor fall to the floor. He's passing out. I run toward him just in time to keep his head from bouncing on the floor. "Taylor?"
There's no answer. I can't leave Taylor. I can't leave Jack. I have to let Ana go. I'll find her later. Surely she'll be OK since Jack is here with me. I assume she will go back to Jack's house. I'll collect her later. I pull out my cell phone and call the front desk. I ask them to get a doctor up here immediately.
An hour later, Taylor regains consciousness just as the doctor ties his stitches closed. He groans in pain. He looks up at me. "I'm sorry, sir."
"You're sorry?" I ask him. What does he have to be sorry about? Great! Someone else with a head injury!
"I know I owe you more than an apology, sir. I'll collect my things and be on the first bus back to the states." He says as he tries to get up from the bed.
It hits me that Taylor is reeling from his recent perceived failure. He's a diehard military man. Failure is not an option for him. He's kicking himself for being drugged. I know there was nothing he could do.
"Taylor, you aren't going anywhere just yet. You have a head injury. You need to rest and heal. And if you're going to resign, I'd appreciate a proper two week's notice, and a chance to counter any offer you might have with another company. Until then, I consider you part of the family, Taylor."
"But..." Taylor starts, then hesitates. "I really fucked up this time. He must have drugged my coffee in the coffee shop. I should never have been caught off guard like that, and he made it back to Mexico without me knowing a thing."
"None of that was your fault, Taylor. I don't expect you to be superhuman, just be by my side and protect me and my family when possible."
"Yes, sir." Taylor says as he sits up completely. He's still feeling weak. He's wobbling a little.
"Lie down, Taylor. Get some rest. I'll have one of the guys take Jack back to Washington where he'll receive the maximum penalty. Then I and one of the other guys will track Ana down. You can join us when you're feeling better, Taylor."
Jack is lying on the floor, knocked out cold, thanks to the doctor's injection. Taylor looks at him, and then shakes his head. He's still having difficulty believing that Jack got the better of him. He got the upper hand on both of us.
"Did she go back to Jack's?" Taylor asks.
"I thought she would, but so far, she hasn't shown up there. We're looking for her again. We'll find her, Taylor. I've got Jack's house staked out, and the guys are doing everything they can to search the city."
"As soon as I'm able, sir, I'm all in." Taylor assures me. He all but salutes me.
That's it for this chapter. I'm planning one right now from Ana's POV, from wherever she went. I won't give it away here. This isn't nearly the cliff hanger I left everyone with the other day. I'll get to the next chapter in the next week. I'm working on my future published book for a few days. I love this fan fiction stuff. I'm so glad you are reading it and liking it. Please review and let me know how you feel. I'm loving all the suggestions, and the comments.
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