I watched as Christian tied his black tie with a level of dexterity I wish I possessed. Flipping down the collar on his black linen shirt, he then slid on his black suit jacket. He looked sad and defeated, his shoulders slumped. Yet somehow, dressed completely in black, he still looked beautiful. He caught me watching him in the mirror and gave me a sad smile. His eyes were glistening with unshed tears and my heart ached for him.

We had been woken up the morning after by the shrill ringing of his phone at seven. The sound resonated within our bubble, shattering the peace we had found in each other. Watching Christian break down as he spoke to his mother about the different types of caskets while we were still intertwined was one of the most heartbreaking things I had ever seen. Even more heartbreaking than learning about Ray's death. Christian blamed himself for letting Mia get lost, for letting her run into the arms of someone who couldn't protect her. He wasn't sharing any details of her death with me, but I knew with certainty that she was gone when the words "dental records" were whispered.

"Love you too, Mom," he whispered, his voice hoarse as he hung up the phone and buried his face in his knees, covered by the white sheet. I gently stroked his back, placing light kisses to the top of his head every so often, waiting patiently as his breathing evened out. There was nothing I could do for him.

We stayed in bed for hours, waiting for the clock's little hand to point to three- when we would leave for the cemetery. He would tell me short little snippets about Mia as a child before breaking down in tears once again. There was so much I wanted to ask him, especially about the day Mia was brought home, but I refrained. Christian needed someone to lean on and I had a feeling he would isolate himself even further from the rest of his family after this. I couldn't fault him for loving his little sister this much.

I stood up from the bed and wrapped my arms around Christian's waist, letting my cheek rest against his back. I felt his own hands grasp mine tightly, my heart breaking even more when his body began to vibrate with silent sobs. There was nothing I could do for him, nothing to ease the pain. Seeing him this distraught brought memories of Ray's death crashing back to the surface and I was blinking back my own tears. Christian needed me to strong for him, considering everyone else around him who he trusted would be in pouring as well.

"It's time to go," I whispered, untangling myself from him. He glanced down at me and nodded, grabbing a pair of black sunglasses. I kissed his cheek before trailing out of the closet, leaving him to follow me. I caught a glance of myself, dressed in a black dress, stockings, and heels that had arrived in a familiar silver bag. Now was not the time to fight with Christian about figuring out my living situation.

Taylor met us in the foyer, dressed in black, looking more somber and stoic than I had thought possible. He had to have been to too many of these. He nodded at us and whispered in my ear. "Christian will need you today."

Christian's hand wrapped around my own and he didn't let go until we reached the cemetery.

As we climbed out of the car, flashes blinded us and I was instantly thankful we all had the forethought to wear sunglasses. Questions were being screamed from all sides, and thanks to Taylor and another security officer, we were able to escape into the sanctuary of the cemetery. Christian's hand still didn't leave my own.

There wasn't any fanfare like a usual funeral, just the burial of the closed casket. Christian still held onto me as I said a quiet hello to the rest of his family and Ros and Gwen. Gwen was glowing and her hands were conspicuously clasped in front of her stomach. I gave a her a knowing smile. There were quite a few other people around, standing slightly away from Mia's immediate family, and I recognized one face. He was an alleged Italian mobster and I could tell he was carrying- his left pocket was hanging slightly low. Taylor took notice of where I was looking and nodded at me.

Christian's hand tightened on mine as we approached the open hole in the ground to place a flower on the sliver casket. At this point, the tears that had been welling up in my eyes spilled over. It was too familiar, and too much. Keeping my head bent down, I studied every detail on the ground, from the patent leather of the heels I was wearing, courtesy of Christian, to the color of the grass. I tuned out the words the priest was saying, trying my best to control my emotions and stay strong. Because in that moment, it didn't matter that I had no where to live. It didn't matter than my father was dead. It only mattered that Christian was hurting.

As the service ended and the rest of the crowd dispersed, Christian and I were still standing over the hole. Reading the epitaph on the headstone brought tears to my eyes.

Mia Trevelyan-Grey

Beloved Sister and Daughter

Forever and Always in Our Hearts

Christian was just staring at the hole in the ground, down at the silver casket covered with red roses. I felt like someone was watching us and I pulled my head up and glanced around. Members of the paparazzi were still around, obsessed with the mysterious Grey family and I spotted Taylor watching with the other members of the security staff. I let my eyes trail over to the mausoleums, and squeezed Christian's hand before releasing it and heading towards the one that was barely out of sight. He looked at me, slightly puzzled before following me. I glanced back over at the crowd of photographers that was being broken up by the security team and the police.

I headed off in the direction of the mausoleum that caught my eye- the wrought iron door was slightly ajar. I turned and placed my hand on Christian's chest.

"Christian," I whispered, looking up into his tormented eyes. "Go home, be with your family."

Alarm bells were sounding in my head and my gut was telling me to leave. I couldn't be responsible for Christian getting hurt if he was distracted.

"No, I'm not leaving you," he said, clenching his door. His eyes flashed with anger and I watched him take a steadying breathe.

"Please, just give me fifteen minutes then," I said, kissing his cheek softly. He glared and gave me a stiff nod before turning around and heading back towards the SUV. I scanned the area around me, breathing a sigh of relief when I realized that there was no way anyone could see me. I slipped my hand into my stocking and pulled out the knife I had tucked into the top.

"You son of a bitch!" I exclaimed harshly, slamming my forearm against Luke's throat and pinning him to the solid marble wall of the mausoleum. I saw red as he pushed back against me, having the audacity to glare at me. It was his fault.

A wave of anger passed through me, leaving me more clear headed than I had ever been in my life. I knew what I had to do. He was fighting and in my heels I was losing strength fast. Too fast for my liking. This man in front of me was the cause of so much pain and suffering- my own and Christian's. Before I could think, before I could rationalize how to get out of that situation, I thrust my other arm, forward, relishing the feeling of the lethally sharp metal cutting through his clothes and skin. I pulled my arm up, the knife still embedded in his torso, slicing through the skin. He chocked, and slide down the wall. His breathing was labored as blood and what looked like parts of his intestines began to fall down. I wiped the blade of my knife on his pants, careful to wipe the door of my prints and wipe his neck down with the edge of my dress as I watched him take his last breaths. I slipped the knife back into my stocking and took off my heels, jumping over the pool of blood that was bright red and staining the white marble.

Stumbling out of the mausoleum, I took deep breaths trying to calm my racing heart and get the adrenaline out of my system. Despite having just murdered someone, I felt a strange wave of relief flood my body. I felt powerful, unstoppable even. My new phone starting ringing and I came crashing back to reality.

"Hello?" I answered, not recognizing the number.

"We will take care of the body, Miss Steele," said the same garbled voice that warned me to get out of my apartment. The line clicked and I dropped my phone like I had been burned. Who was calling me?

My hands were shaking as I grabbed the phone off of the grass and raced back to the SUV.

"What the fuck, Anastasia?" Christian barked as I climbed in besides him.

"I thought I saw someone," I said making sure to keep my right hand hidden in the folds of my dress.

He glared at me, his eyes narrowed. It was the same expression that had scared me. "Don't do that again."

I rolled my eyes, to keyed up to be lectured by him. "Leave it alone, Christian."

Christian huffed angrily besides me, running a hand through his hair. "It's very dangerous for you to be out by yourself right now."

I turned to him appalled. "If it wasn't for my quick thinking, it would be you we'd have to lower into that grave."

He froze and looked shocked. That was a brutal his below the belt and I instantly regretted it.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean.." I trailed off.

"You're right," he said simply, turning to look out of the window as we traveled through downtown Seattle. I couldn't see his face and I couldn't tell what he was thinking. "I'm talking with Dr. Flynn tonight. I'd appreciate it if you'd stay in the guest room. Considering how you don't like him."

I bit my lip at his harsh words. He was pulling away faster than I could think of a way to react, lashing out at me for abandoning him. I blinked back tears. I knew I was getting in too deep, too fast. I was royally fucked.

He didn't wait for me to enter the elevator and I was scrambling to keep up with him, still shaking. Taylor glanced in my direction and I could see worry in his eyes.

"Thank you for driving, Taylor," I said once we reached the penthouse. He nodded and headed towards the security suite, pausing as he passed by the kitchen, looking for Mrs. Jones. I darted out of the great room and headed straight for the guest room and locked myself inside, before breaking down.

Pulling myself together slightly, I threw my dress and stockings in the sink full of cold water, hoping to soak the blood out of the fabric. using toilet paper, I began the tedious process of cleaning the shoes. It calmed me somewhat and I found myself staring at the knife, sitting in the pristine, white bath, dried blood caking the steel blade.

I wrung out the dress and stockings and hung them on the empty towel rack. Frowning, I headed back into the clinically white bedroom to try and find some towels in the closet. Opening the multiple drawers, I found the towels, but not before I pulled open a drawer that was empty apart from a large dildo and a pair of handcuffs. I didn't want to know.

The bath was full when I returned, the water slightly pink from the knife that was sitting at the bottom of the tub. I fished it out and wiped it clean under water, placing it by the sink when it was shiny again. I drained the bath, rolling my eyes at myself for wasting so much water to wash a stupid knife, but it felt necessary because it was a murder weapon. Taking a deep breathe, I let my mind wander.

Christian's face was a constant as I stood in the shower and lathered my body in his fragrant wash. I was pissed he thought he could control me, but I knew that it was because he cared about me- to a certain extent. I needed to talk to someone.

Wrapped in a fluffy white towel, I stared at my phone, wondering who had called me. They had my new number, and unlisted number and were able to help me twice. Sighing, I picked up the phone and dialed the mysterious number.

"Hello, Anastasia," the voice answered. I froze, feeling shivers trail up and down my spine.

"Who are you?" I asked, trying not to sound too aggressive.

"Your guardian angel," they deadpanned. I bit back laugh. This whole situation was ridiculous. Mysterious phone calls that somehow managed to save my life, twice now, were not common. And it was scaring me how much they seemed to know about me and what I was doing.

"Why are you helping me?" I asked, biting my lip.

"Would you rather we didn't?" they responded.

"No!" I explained quickly. "I'd just like to know who I owe for all of this."

"You'll know soon enough. We're always watching," they said before hanging up. I quickly threw the phone down and closed the curtains, even though I knew the glass was mirrored on the exterior for privacy reasons. My heart was racing as I headed back into the bathroom and quickly pulled on the bra and panties I was previously wearing and the slightly damp and ruined dress. I pulled my hair into a damp bun and grabbed my phone, before sneaking out of the guest room. I stopped at the top of the stairs, straining to hear any voices from the great room, but there were none. I sprinted down the stairs and straight into Christian's bedroom, slipping into the closet to grab the black boots, leather jacket, and gun I had left in his room from the day before. I slid on the jacket and shoved the gun in the front of my bra tucking my boots under my arm before bolting towards the elevator. Once I was safely inside, I pulled out my phone and dialed the familiar number. He picked up on the first ring.

"Jose?" I asked breathlessly. "Can we meet? I need to talk to you."

Why is she running and calling Jose? Dun dun dun... The plot thickens! (Yes, I know this chapter is really a filler...)

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