Disclaimer: All characters belong to E.L James

Date: Friday, June 19, 2012

Standing in front of the Marino brothers, Christian, Jarius, Xavier and Alex checked and counted the shipment. 15 riffles 15 glocks and 25 handguns. 10 knifes.

"Here's a special order for your father" Julio points to one of the wooden crates displaying on the ground "it's just for his eyes only. That was the deal" his voice thick with warning like that was going to make Christian retreat. He simply didn't give a fuck.

"Julio, I like you but I don't give a fuck" Christian shrugs off but his jaw twitched "He didn't tell me about this deal so as VP it's my duty to know what we're loading in the van and carrying on us"

Opening the wooden crate, lifting and moving the first wooden plank, the wanna be fruits they use as cover up, Christian sees there's at least 10 grenades. What the fuck is this? Was his dad planning a war he knew nothing about? Can they not get more creative at hiding this shit? True it's been eerily quiet at Blossom as it should be the shipment last week proved that but why wouldn't his dad let him know about the grenades? They are the ones risking their lives loading this shit in the van. God forbid they get stopped, how were they going to explain all this shit. Christian doesn't ask questions, instead he pays the Marino brothers off and they get back on the road after they load the ammunition in the van. He still had to help Mia "decorate" and get ready for Ana's party.

As they ride on I-95 Christian thinks about just that. First why the fuck Ana never mentioned her birthday was coming up to him? They've been spending every night together. Everyday he picks her up from school, takes her home and every night sneaks up to her room. So why hasn't she mentioned it to him? Second why the ever loving fuck was there a party at the Compound, a party she knows nothing about? He doesn't mind, it is for his girl but she has no friends there, knows no one other than just him, Mia and his family. So why throw her a party with people she doesn't even know?

"Yo G" Jarius hollers bringing Christian to the now "Seems we have company" Christian looks at the rear view mirror and notices motorcycles approaching fast. "Fucking Mexican" Christian growls "Press on the gas J"

"I am"

Picking up speed, the van flies by I-95 the other cars on the interstate blurring past them, and the motorcycle's speed up, moving right behind them. Xavier and Alex toy with them swirling their bikes on the street, giving them no way to pass. But more of them gains speed moving right on the side of the van.

Christian takes out his gun from his waistband on the back of his jeans. Sticking his head out the window he draws his gun, aiming at the tires of the crews bike and shoots.

"One fucking down" he says as the bikes goes in the opposite direction of the intersection losing control and falls down, going for another tire he pulls the trigger that one loses balance, he repeats the same action on the other bikes. But there's too many for only just 4. Sticking his head back in, a bike comes roaring to the front of the van, pointing a rifle at their direction, "Get the fuck down" instead of breaking Christian swings his legs over, his foot on top of Jarius pressing down on the gas. The van picks up speed, hitting the bike's back tire. Dude swivels of the ramp shooting a shot mindlessly in the air.

"Make a quick turn mother fucker and shoot" Jarius does a quick U-turn, all that's heard is the honking of horns, screeching of brakes, Christian doesn't afford to look back if there were any crash vehicles, what he does instead is leans in to Jarius side, both of them, drawing their guns again, shooting out of Jairus window, taking bikes down.

Xavier and Alex right on their trail. Shooting and losing the rest of the crew. No one was following behind them know. Getting off the interstate and taking the back roads to stay in the clear.

"What the hell happened?" Carrick roared back at the compound at the chapel room once they got there. No one was sitting down, too agitated and hyped up with the shit went down. Nothing was taken everything was accounted for. But fuck they left lots of aftermath on the interstate.

"Marcus crew that's what happen"

"We still have the merchandise?" Carrick asks

"Yeah. But this shit is gonna hit and it's gonna hit hard. We don't know the Jamaicans plays and now the fucking Mexican's on our ass. No way this shit is not gonna make waves"

"This is fucking war" Jason roared

"No shit Sherlock"

"You feel like the man cus you finally aimed and shot your bb gun? When your gonna have the balls and shoot their fucking brains?"

"I'm not taking a life"

"Be less life to take if you got rid of em"

The crew looks up at Christian wary. They all know he wasn't one to take a life. Probably figuring if he would take a life if it came down to it. If it came down to pull the trigger for one of them. He would.

"Too many witnesses" was his way of explanation "Lots of shit leads back to us that fucking detective has pics of us. Who knows what else?."

"Oh yeah cus your "source" said so" Jason quirp with sarcasm

"How do we go about to clean this shit up?" Christian asked ignoring his brother's antics due to being riled up of today's outcomes

"Store it at Elena's with the rest" Xavier suggests

"No" Christian shakes his head" Get rid of it. Its for the Reapers that shipment needs to go out today asap"

Carrick agrees sending this time Jason, Elliott, Alex, Tony and two prospects. The rest of the members leaves the room leaving Christian and his dad alone.

"Could've gave me a heads up on those grenades"

"I could have but I didn't" His father says lighting up a cigar.

"We're all in this together"

"Don't you tell me what I already know"

"So why the fuck keep it from us" Christian snaps

"Let's get this straight. I'm the damn pres. I make the decisions"

"That's bullshit and you know it. We take votes. We make the decisions yeah?"

"Really Christian" His dad asks in a condescending voice blowing out the smoke from his cigar "Do we take a vote when you disappear every night as well?" leaving Christian stunned his dad leaves but not before tilting his head sideways stating "I didn't think so"

Nothing good could come out of this. Hopefully seeing Ana could calm his nerves. How the fuck was he suppose to stay away from her and keep the crew from finding out 'bout Ana and him. He had a bad feeling about this fucking party.

Going back to his room his thoughts drift to Ana's. He wanted to give her something special. Something she should be proud to wear. Something no one else was privy to at least from him. She couldn't show it off yet, but just knowing what it meant to him and hopefully to her, Christian figured Ana could get creative. Like hiding a tattoo or a love bite. Although he smiled his nerves were shot. The life he has. The life she has. What kind of life could they have together especially since it was one no one knew about? What else could today bring? And why the fuck were they being followed, how the fuck did they know?

"I can't wear this" Ana exasperates looking at herself in the mirror "I don't think I could move or breath"

"You can and you will"

"I don't know Mia" Ana interjects feeling self conscious looking at herself in the mirror at her bedroom

"No one ever says no to a cancer survivor" Mia says with a pout. Trying to make Ana feel guilty

"I'll be your first then"

"Nope" Mia shakes her head, twisting he lips "Won't work. Plus Christian bought this. It's his gift to you. He'd want you to wear it" So it was a fib. Christian gave her the money to shop for Ana. He was going to flipping flip when he sees Ana in this get up. Mia beams to herself proudly

"He bought this really?" Ana asks with a quirk of an eyebrow surprise that Christian would be anywhere in a women's department store, picking clothes. For him maybe

"Well he gave me the money" Mia rolls her eyes at her friend in the mirror "same thing. Now go do a catwalk in those heels. Practice makes perfect"

Ana stumbles a bit. In her mind she was taking her converses just in case. Nothing good could come out of 6 inch heels. Sure the booties are to die for, but a sprained ankle hurts. She would take the pain for Christian though so she tried harder to walk in them.

"Werk it Ana. Act like your shit don't stink" Mia encourages with a hand on her hip.

"I'm trying" Ana laughs out loud. "I'm trying to work it like my shit don't stink"

"A bit more sway and sash on em hips" Mia demonstrates swaying her hips, then pauses looking thoughtful, like if a light bulb turned on in her little head "Girl, just think my milkshakes brings all the boys to the yard"

He felt her before he saw her, every inch of him went on alert. Turning around he saw her. She was hopping off from Mia's bike. He took her in, appreciating every fine detail, every curve on her delectable body, every expression. Her black leather pants ripped at the knees and a red and black leather jacket ruched on the elbows. The outfit looked hot on her and fit like a glove, like it was painted on her and shit he was in trouble. Ana had on fuck me heels.

Mia whispered something in her ear, making Ana blush. Mia's exasperated expression had Christian frowning. Ana then opens up her jacket and his dick stands in appreciation. She was wearing a black tight halter style corset with leather embroidery gliding down her hips, defining them. He adjusts himself in his jeans trying not to make his erection obvious. How the fuck was he suppose to stay away? His eyes moved around, scanning the outside perimeters, but kept on going back to Ana, he was fixated on her.

Damn she stole the scene, every fucking eye was glued on to her, even his fucking brothers who were surrounding him and shitting the shit, were quiet, watching her. Christian notices Ana stumble on her shoes, grabbing onto Mia's arm for support, her head bowing backwards, her beaming smile penetrating him, she was laughing it out. It made him smile. Fuck she was adorable.

Anytime he passed her either outside or inside the compound, his hands would brush hers. At one point he stood close behind her, inhaling the back of her neck, she had her hair fix in a ponytail, giving him the perfect dose. He needed her. Craved her. Dying to touch her. He clenched and unclenched his hands, fighting the urge to touch her, till he almost lost it, saved when someone called out his name. Ana stood oblivion to Christian standing behind her. His scent invaded her space, knew he was behind her she felt him. The little shivers awakening her body from his presence. The little strands of hairs stood up like static only when he was around. It had nothing to do with the summer's night breeze.

Inside Carcass, Christian was not listening to whatever Helena and Taylor were going on about. He couldn't care less if they told him they found a cure for cancer or that the ebola virus had striked and they had to Quarantine. What his main focus was on was Ana. What he did care about was Ana laughing and dancing with Jarius and Mia.

She looked good to eat and that was exactly what he was going to do. Planning to devour her pussy till it was red and raw. Slapping it, punishing it, letting it know who its owner was. He wouldn't stop till she begged him, till she couldn't take it no more.

Christian prowled towards the dancing crowd slowly with a tent in his jeans, his balls were heavy. His menacing glare locks with Jarius eyes. Fucker takes the hint and hauls ass taking Mia with him. Smart Christian not being much of a dancer, puts his hands on her hips, pulling her ass close to his groin, one hand joining hers and the other, caresses her stomach, gliding up towards her breasts, her collarbone, till it finds her neck, wrapping his fingers around it, pulling her head back to his chest.

Leaning down close to her ear, he whispers "Happy Birthday baby. I don't know whether to spank you for not telling me, or for looking like sin. You're mine" It wasn't a question it was a statement. Biting down on her earlobe tugging it with his teeth. "What's mine doesn't let any man touch her"

Instead of feeling appalled at his barbarian behavior, she feels her panties getting wet when he tightens his hold around her neck.

Letting go of their joined hands, turning her around, he takes Ana's hand, placing it on his visible bulge "Feel that yeah? You own it" his hand skims lower palming her pussy "I own this pussy" brushing his lips around her ear, jaw, shoulder, inhaling her scent, his mouth making the same movement brushing up towards her ear again.

Oh god. She could climax just by his words, and have a word-gasm. She loves this side of him. The possessive side. The side that makes her think she's someone special. The side that makes her feel worthy, taken.

"Say it he demands" biting the side of Ana's neck sucking hard. Bound to leave its mark, not giving a fuck anymore, all secrets out the fucking window.. He tried. He failed. Fuck it. "Say it baby. You're mines" he holds up her chin between his index and thumb.

"You're mine" she bites her lip, a sly smile displaying her pillowy glossed lips, a sparkling gleam in her blues

His eyes roam her face, landing on her mouth. Christian presses his lips on hers, smirking "smartass" his mouth moving lower, indulging on her neck, nipping tiny pieces of flesh, hips flexing on hers, slowly losing his control. He wanted her. Needed her. A vicious growl escaped his lips tightening his hands on her ass squeezing her butt cheeks, pulling her closer.

Ana whimpers, her hand reaching for his hair grabbing a fistful, tugging his head back and bites down on his neck. Fuck. She's feisty and untamed. They need to leave the dance floor before they give everyone a show. He takes her hand and quickly leaves making his way to his room at the compound.

Once he locked the door Ana pounces on him "mine" she says trying to lift his shirt off his body. But Christian hold her hands down.

"Wait baby. I want to give you something first" walking her over to the mirror "Close your eyes". Ana smiles nervously but does as she's told. Instantly she feels something slightly heavy on her shoulders and when Christian tells her to open her eyes, she sees she's wearing a black leather vest that matches his. Instead on the back it reads 'Rare Diamond' in pink on the bottom of it says 'Property Of Grey'. Silence fills the room other than the music blasting from the club. She didn't want to bother with words. This right here, spoke volumes.

"Here" he whispers placing a small box in her a hand

"What is it?"

"Open it" he urges with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. He's nervous but why? Ana opens the box and inside are 2 patches 'Men of Mayhem'- and another 'Grey'

"My first patch. You belong to me. I'm claiming you"

"Yours?"

"All mine baby" Ana pulls his head down crashing her lips on his, their tongues hungry for one another.

"Skin" he growls lost in her touch, her lips, he lifts his shirt off.

Ana hands roam his body frantically, he buries his head on her neck, licking and sucking

"Please" she begs

"Please what?" he asked voice hoarse, hands fumbling with the button on his jeans

"Fuck me"

"What?" He stops, his chest heaving rapidly, his hooded eyes looking intently in hers. He was so wound up and turned on, but realizing he didn't want it here. Not Ana. Not where he fucked others. His dick not registering with his thoughts was pulsating with anger.

"Pleeease" Ana begs again, taking his silence as an rejection "I'm yours" her hands shimmies down his chest cupping his balls.

"Tonight you're riding my face yeah?"

"Where we going?" Ana ask pulling him back when he joins their fingers together, opening the door, stepping out

"To my house" he answers over his shoulder, then stops when Ana looks confused. Holding up a finger placing it on her lips when she was about to open her mouth "Don't ask why, at least not now" He didn't want to tell her the Compound was where he usually fucked. "But I will say this to ease your pretty little mind, I never brought a girl over, you're the first" She lit up in front of him like a christmas tree, he had to smile back.

"Leaving your own party?" Grace counters her hip leaning on the door, her arms crossed in front of her chest, her expression unreadable.

"Taking Ana to my house" Christian replies narrowing his eyes, daring her to go against it. Before Grace could open her mouth Mia bounces, literally bounces over to them.

"OMG" Mia shrieks jumping up and down like she's on prozact "Property Of Grey" Mia reads then goes and smashes her body unto Ana's, hugging her tight "I always knew" she whispers. Ana smiled back, looking up at Mia when she let her go, dreading to look up at Grace. The woman appeared like she was about to explode.

"Save us some cake mom" Christian winks pulling Ana out the door with him.

As soon as they made it to his house, Christian opened the door with one hand the other holding Ana by her waist. Their lips never letting up once they got off his bike, fierce, uncontrollable, lust spurring them on. Her hands wildly touching, scratching, grabbing, his hair, his neck anywhere she could put her hands on. He never did put back on his tee just his cut, his jeans hanging low on his hips and damn he was sexy and glorious.

Once inside he kicked the door closed with his foot and locked the door with a few attempts. Her legs latched on to him, around his waist, grinding her heat on his dick. Not bothering to turn on the lights, lamps fell with whatever particles laid out. Trying to keep control of his movements and holding on to Ana, legs walking and scrambling upstairs to his room. Their bodies hitting the walls, frames that were hanging on it fell down.

Giving up halfway through the stairs, he peels off Ana's leather pants stripping off her vest, unbuttoning her corset, her perky breast coming into view, groaning loudly he pops one in his mouth, sucking hard and does the same to the other. He grabs the vest lying on the stair, and puts it back on her, "Tonight this is all that your be wearing"

They both jumped when they heard a voice booming out, Christian wraps his arms protectively around Ana, moving her lithe body behind his, she almost stumbles on the stairs. Damn shoes.

"My bad G. Door was unlocked" Elliot smirks

"Bullshit. I locked it" Ana bashfully buries her head in his neck, hiding her discomfort and embarrassment of being naked.

"Oh. That's right I have a key" Elliot laughs holding up a key in between his fingers. "A word bro"

"Kinda in the middle of something Elliot" Christian grits through his teeth

"Oookay. A quick word then. I'll be outside" Elliot closes the door behind him.

Standing he let's Ana know he'd be right back or else Elliot won't go away. Christian mumbles underneath his breath, something that sounds like motherfuker. Break his neck. And fucking hard and wet.

Christian meets Elliot outside. Standing by him is Helena. "What's the intervention for?" his eyes darting to his brother and Helena

"How much do you know bout Ana's father?" Elliot asks

"E. I love you but don't have time for this bullshit "Christian huffs annoyed "Tell me what you know"

"Steele" Elliot seethes with a tilt of his head, his fists on his side. Just saying this and knowing what that man did to his little brother had him on edge. Now shit was about to hit the fan

"Sure?" Christian frowns, his fury taking over the lust from earlier. Elliot and Helena nod their heads at the same time.

Opening his door, Christian stops to take a deep breath, before he lashes out but seeing her there did nothing to how he felt in that instant. To say he was livid was a understatement

"What?" Ana ask sitting on his couch, already dressed - not knowing if Elliot was going to stick around -, coming face to face with a look she's never witness before on Christian when he came back inside. She felt the atmosphere change, rage vibrated from him. He prowls towards her, his eyes dark with something she couldn't place but it wasn't nice.

"When were you going tell me?" He asks calmly but looks anything like it. His eyes were dark and wild.

"Tell you what?"

"Who your father is"

"My dad? What does he have to do with us?"

"Everything" he spoke through a clench mouth

"Is this about introducing you?" Ana stands but Christian grabs her by the shoulders and pushes, her back hitting the wall. Long gone was the Christian she knew, replaced was mayhem.

"We don't need introduction. I know him well enough"

"How do yo-"

"And your gash of your mother"

"Gash?" not understanding the terminology.

"Tell me are you a whore like her?

Ana's eyes go huge and anger rippled through her chest but he continued his assault "If you are I wouldn't have treated you so fucking special".

He palms her pussy and she tries to squirm out the way "Christian don't-"

"Don't act all innocent now, you've been begging for this dick" his anger was clear and cut, pulsing in his veins, any moment, he was going to detonate like a bomb

"I don't kn-"

"You never know shit" he spat "when were you going to tell me? He roars so loud the windows vibrate, his calm dissipating "Fuck were gonna tell me who your fucking father was?" he repeats slamming his hands on the wall, between her face making Ana jump.

"I don't understand where this is all coming from?" Her lips quivered, her bones trembled

"Thought you can get shit from us? Thought you could break this club this family?" He yelled then his tone went frighteningly soft "Just a whore like your mother. Acting innocent. Gotta admit you're good. Trying to weave your magic pussy to bewitch me".

"Let go of me" she whispers in fear. His body weight pressed on hers. His hand squeezing her cheeks together.

"Whores get treated dirty. Tell me my sweet Anastasia" he seethed barely a whisper "is that why you so badly want to give me pussy cause you're trained already?

"Let go" she rasp trying to wiggle her way out.

"You're just like her right?"

"Get the fuck off. You're hurting me"

"Oh no sweetheart. We're about to get rough and dirty"

He was blinded by uncontrollable rage. His past, the club and his parents suffocated him. Sunk deep, stealing whatever sanity he had left like a thief in the night.

Leaning in she bit him hard on his lip, squirmed out of his hold, elbowing him across his face, making contact with his jaw, then knees him hard in his groin. Loosening his grip clutching his cock in his hands, his body folded she runs hearing him behind her garbling out in pain "Always fucking running"

Once she got to the door she kicked off the shoes and ran. She forgot her damn bag with her converses at the Compound. Damn if she was going back there again. She saw Helena standing with Elliot outside, tears streaming down her face now this chick had to see her weak.

Let her go" Elliot says loud enough for Ana to hear, when Christian appears standing at the front of his door "She knows her place now"

"You're not one of us" Helena quirks loudly "Don't come back. He's ours"

Ana stops her run, her head bowed in shame and regret. Quickly wanting to get rid of the clothes she projected to be. This is not who she was. They knew. She was not welcome. She knew. A tactic to remind her and embarrass her to ever show her face again. They succeeded. With tears in her eyes she took off the vest he had given her lifted up her head in pride, dropped it on the grass and, walked away barefooted.

"What happened? Mia asks when she sees Christian back at the Compound but no Ana

"Your friend that's what happened" he yelled pacing the club back and forth "she's a fake"

"Wheres Ana?"

"I'm not her fucking keeper Mia" he growled out

"Well you fooled me. Where is she you jerk?"

"Don't give a fuck" as he said this he felt his fucking lungs given it. His heart beating rapidly. His head and body pounding with excessive adrenaline.

"She's not at the club" Mia cried out worried "I brought her here, where is she?"

"Thought she might've come here" it seemed logical to him, the bar was only a few minutes away from his house. She lived a good hour away and that was on wheels.

"Fuck did you do?" Mia screamed violently. "You let her leave your place thinking she came back here and then you end up here? What kind of game are you playing? And on her fucking birthday Christian" Mia accuses, her arms flailing around in the air "Goodness. You really don't know what you have till you lose it"

"She's not mine to lose Mia" he seethed stopping his pace. His heart jumped in his throat, beating down his words. Why the fuck did he come back to the club? She's not his anymore.

"You're really an asshole. Can't seem to think for yourself. What's with everybody huh?" Mia shoves her brother back, her hands on his chest "Is this all because she spoke to the cops. Mind you she didn't have too. She didn't even ask for a lawyer. Why? Because she didn't have anything to hide and anything to say. Get your facts straight"

"There's more to it Mia. Ana's not who she says she is"

"Everyone's been on her damn case since day one. Cause she's different? Cause she's not one of us?" Mia questions her voice laced with ice, shoving her brother's chest again "Y'all would've used whatever against her, even if she fucking farted ya'll would assume she blew toxic poison out her ass on purpose"

"They're my family. I fight for them. Fight for what's right you know shit Mia" he spit getting all in her face

"Fight for them huh, who's fighting for you asshole?" and with that she left him there dumbfounded.

He got back on his bike and hauled ass to go look for her. He couldn't wait around and see if she came back to the club. She had no car and left her shoes back at his place. Her vest too asshole. She's not yours anymore. Let her go.

But shit went down earlier today, so who knows who might see her and snatch her up.

Ana sneaked up behind a garbage bin when she heard the roar of an engine. It was dark he couldn't see her. She saw him though. Christian riding slowly down the street, looking around most likely for her. Ana couldn't help the tightness in her chest. The pain he planted there. They couldn't go on. They weren't strong enough to stand against chaos. Her soul was fragile his loyalties laid elsewhere.

She didn't hate him but she would give him an out. His lifestyle was all he had and Ana wasn't going to go up against it. She'd give him up before he had to make that decision and leave her dry like everyone one else in her life. It was the right thing to do but her heart constricted tightly, like a boa wrapped around it, sucking the life outta her. She couldn't help the sob that escaped her lips. The tears rolling down in a frenzy. The open wound that only she could heal. Everybody leaves she thought. It's her against the world.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Raymond yelled when he opened the door, seeing Christian standing there.

"Mr. Steele I just want to know if Ana made it home safe" Christian tried to do polite as least to know if Ana was home safe. That didn't go as planned.

"What's it to you?" When Ray didn't answer, Christian shouldered his way in, barging through the door calling out "Ana!"

"Get the fuck outta my house. I won't hesitate putting a bullet in your head for trespassing" Ray growled trying to grab a hold of Christian from barging in. Christian stopped walking the few steps over to Ray seething "Just like you won't hesitate planting evidence yeah?"

"You listen to me you fucking lowlife."Ray yelled grabbing a fistful of Christians tee "I don't want you around my daughter damaging her. Tainting her future with your lifestyle".

"Tainting her?" Christian growled surprised, pushing Ray's hand off his shirt "How bout you almighty Ray? Have you told her what you fucking put me through? Two fucking years you took away from me…. From my family" his voice going a few octaves high

"You would've ended there anyway" Ray spat

"So you were just playing God, is that it?"

"I was doing my job"

"Your job?" Christian yelled taken back "Fuck that. You hurted and envy consumed you. You did what you thought was right for you".

"Get. Out. Of here".

"I want my two fucking years Ray" Christian roared furiously in his face. Stomping out before he pounds the ever loving hatred outta Ray. He sits down by his bike near the tree by Ana's bedroom, calling Mia to see if she got any word on Ana's whereabouts. She didn't pick up. Breathing heavy he decided to wait instead for Ana. For what he wasn't sure. But he knew he had to fix what he already knew. He royally fucked up.

"You were with the Men of Mayhem tonight?" Raymond asks in a harsh tone once Ana made her way inside the door barefooted. He glanced down to her feet but didn't comment.

"Doesn't matter" Ana says in return heading up the stairs to her room

"Yes it does matter Ana. You're going to end up screwed by this delinquent punk" Raymond continues yelling, following Ana but not going up the stairs. Ana stops from going to her room, turning her attention to Ray who continues "Look at you. Make up smeared and no shoes on. Your neck has love bits. What happened to my little girl?"

"Your little girl Raymond? She snarled, holding on to the banister "You don't even know who this girl is"

"I'm trying" Raymond roars, arms flairing in the air. "I'm trying to get what I lost. You are not to see this guy anymore do I make myself clear. I know this crew. They take what they want without remorse. Don't throw your life away. Don't become one of their whores"

"Whores?"

"I know how they treat woman. You think you matter?" he asked incredulous "When they're done with you they hand you over to the crew. They don't give a shit or have any respect for anyone. Don't throw your life away for this prick"

"Why do you hate them so much?"

Ray stared at his daughter's swollen eyes, red snotty nose contemplating on telling her. "Their bad news Ana I just know from experience" He huffs, hanging his head "They stick to their own. You're nothing to them but a pawn"

Ana swallows back the hurt in her chest that keeps on expanding. That's exactly what she saw today. She means nothing to Christian his crew does, why did she choose to believe any different? She meant nothing to her dad, he'd given her up for his job. She meant nothing to her mom. Her friends did. Crushed and defeated from reality she mumbles "I'm going to bed"

"Sweetheart did you um.. You know with this guy?" Raymond ask looking sheepish. Ana knew what he meant.

"No" she barely whispers, her tears rolling down her cheeks. She swipes her hand over them but she can't keep up at their pace. If he only knew that his only daughter was begging to break her hymen. Begging and pleading. Could she be any more pathetic?

"You deserve better. You always have" Raymond turns around but stops "promise me Ana no more with these people"

"I promise" but she didn't look at him, fearing he might see the pain and vulnerability in them. Her heart hurt. Her head pounded. Her self esteem gone. Christian broke it but she couldn't deny she still felt something. Still she vowed to stay as far away. Her life, her choices, her future was what was important. Raymond nods. Content on hearing Ana promise.

Ana shuts off her vibrating phone, that's been going off non-stop. Not bothering to look at the thread of messages or the incoming calls. She deletes everything. Without contemplating she blocks Christian. It didn't make her feel better but it was a head start to heal.

"Ana" She hears Christian whispers in agony when she closes her room door. She stays standing looking at her door. She didn't want to look at him so she simply said "Go" in a harsh whisper

"I want to talk"

"Talk or belittle me?"

"You don't understand" She turned around exasperated "I understand very well. It seems you don't understand. Go Christian" Ana points to the window, his way in and out. She wanted him gone.

"I'm not going anywhere till we work this"

Ana strides quickly over to him, standing by her window and starts pounding her fist on his chest. "Leave me alone. Get away from me" She yells hysterical. Christian tries wrapping his hands around hers. Trying and failing to calm her.."Go... Go" she continues shuffling from his hand, hitting him repeatedly wherever she could land. Now he wanted to talk. Fuck him he had his turn and he degraded her.

"Ana" Raymond yells behind her door.

"Go" she shrieks losing it, backing away from him "you belong with them"

"Open the door" Ray roars. A thumping sound being heard. No doubt shouldering the door trying to break it down

"I'm not leaving" Christian says determination and sadness in his voice "we have to straighten this out"

"Ana" she hears Raymond again then a booming crash this time breaking her door down. Ray's eyes goes wide when he sees Christian standing there "I called the police. They'll be glad to have you"

"Don't give a fuck"

Raymond pounced on Christian "stay away from her you're no good" Throwing frantic punches. Christian blocks most and tries not to hurt Raymond instead he goes behind him and puts Ray in headlock.

"Stop!" Ana cries out "Christian just leave please. You ruin everything" she chokes on a uncharacteristic sob

Her words pierced him. True, but still they hurt like a bitch. He swallows back his pain, defeated but locks eyes with Ray's indicating their shitstorm was not over.

Hearing sirens in the background, Ana looks to her dad bewildered "You called the cops?" she shrieks at Ray. He said he did but Ana thought it was just to put fear into Christian.

No one answers her. Christian lets go of Ray quickly, and lands a good fucking hit to Raymond's jaw, making Ray stumble back. Christian then punches him in the stomach. Throwing his body across the room, striding towards him in rage he grabs a fistful of his shirt, pulling Ray up.

"This is ain't over old man" he warned in a low venomous growl his nostrils flaring, then drops Ray. Striding towards the window, about to climb out, Christian stops, and speaks over his shoulder at Ana fuming with pent up aggression, he couldn't even look at her "This has been fun" and heads down.

All that's heard is Ana's sobs and the words from a pa speaker sounding out loud "put your hands up in the air"

A/N: Not beta'd. All mistakes are mine

Thank you Lanie Loveu, Carmel Rhodes (check out her stories and Follow her author page) And Kelly Corbett Russo for your time and feedback.