Disclaimer: All characters belong to E.L James

Date: Saturday, June 20, 2012

Christian couldn't sleep in his jail cell, he tossed and turned and completely gave up. The cot he had the pleasure of rooming with was hard as fuck too. His thoughts kept drifting to last nights events. It wasn't because he felt guilty, already knowing they had nothing on him, he already knew that. This was Ray's MO. Bastard shattered his fucking life all because his ex wife couldn't keep her legs closed. It wasn't no one's fault she gave her snatch up so willingly. Chicks dig the bikes, tattoos and the power that do the crew holds. Living life dangerously, carelessly and freely. While others feared it, others loved it. Wanted an in. Except Ana.

Her. She was the only one he felt guilty for. Could she be like her mother, deceiving? Is the saying true, an apple doesn't fall far away from a tree. Worse could she be like her father, selfish?

Fuck. He should've talked to her. Except he let his blind hatred for Ray devour him entirely. To make matters worse he fucked up her birthday. Royally fucking screwed it up. Can he came back from this? Can he make it up to her? Could she ever forgive him? Did he even trust her? Ana never gave him any reason not to. He degraded her in the worst possible way ever.

The pain in her eyes was evident. He put it there. She left barefooted, humiliated. She took off his vest, alone. She basically said it was over without words, numb. The one girl that turned his heart and thoughts to mush, he broke, destroyed. Fucking party. Knowingly knowing nothing good was going to come out from it. Then a thought crossed his mind. How long did Elliot know? Why did they choose to tell him last night?

Is their hatred for Ana all because she's not one of them or is it because of who her parents are? Sure he's pissed at that information. But he's more angry at himself. Never asking her personal questions, instead his hands and mouth took over whenever he was around her. Not her fault his dick responded so easily to her.

"Good morning Grey" looking up Christian sees Barney standing by his cell, shoulders leaning on the steel bars, ankles crossed, toothpick in his mouth "Whachu' get into now?"

Christian laughs "Haven't you heard this one before sheriff. I'm innocent"

"Listen Grey I know Ray a long time. Had a long talk with him, he's not pressing any charges as long as you stay away from his daughter and from him"

"Tell that prick to press those charges then cause I'm not staying away from her. She should know the truth about what her father did"

"Is that gonna make matters better?" Barney asks sounding irritated.

"We shooting the shit sheriff or you're gonna let me out?" Christian retorted, ignoring Barney's tone and words.

Barney breaths out hard staring intently at Christian "I'm letting you out son. Your mom's out there raising hell" Barney says opening the cell.

Standing and pulling his arms over his head stretching out the tension from the day before and the uncomfortable cot he had the unfortunate gratification to spend the night with. Christian strides towards Barney in a low voice asking, hands on his hips, arching a brow "heard anything about The Tribe Called Quest crew?"

"Only thing I heard is that they're trying to recruit as much people in their crew"

"For what? What the fuck could they want in Blooming?"

"Well son if you hadn't have knocked him out you could've asked him yourself" Just when Christian was about to open his mouth a brown haired, skinny, tall woman spoke instead. "Are you always this close to your inmates sheriff?" though she asked Barney her brown eyes bore into Christians grays "seems awfully intimate"

"Hell Detective this is my precinct" Barney spews, plucking out the toothpick from his mouth "I run it the way I want to run it. It'll probably do you some good 'round here to get close to someone since clearly you're not welcome" Detective? Christian thought this must be whom interrogated Ana, who is also investigating the club. His club.

"No one told me we were holding a celebrity"

"No celebrity Detective" Christian smirks cocking his head to the side "Maybe most wanted" Walking past Barney and the detective he leaves hearing Barney yell out behind him "Stay outta trouble will ya"

Turning around with a mischievous twitch playing on his lips he answers "Hard to do sheriff when nothing but trouble follows you" ain't that the truth.

"Trouble with the in laws huh" Leila quirked up matching his smirk. Glancing down to her bare ring finger Christian responds "If you were married, I'm sure you'd get the same reaction… Detective"

"You think you're cute" the Detective spits narrowing her eyes, stalking slowly towards him. Her calm demure, gone. "Where were you yesterday afternoon?"

"Sorry Detective. You heard the sheriff, I'm free to go"

"We're just talking" She tsks "Nothing wrong with that unless...?"

"Seem to have a boner for me detective"

"What I have a hard-on for is for your crew that think they are untouchable"

"Think you should get that checked at Detective" pausing he stares at Leila, his eyes darkening with a spoken threat behind them "sounds awfully painful" With that he turned around, but not before he got the reaction from the detective he was looking for Fear. Enforced or not, they could make her disappear in an instant. Hopefully the skinny bitch backs down and they won't have to go there.

"Can't believe that bitch put you behind bars. This shit isn't over. Helena is going after her, hope her father's smart and let them hatch it out" His mom shouted once Christian got inside the car, closing the door afterwards. Grace pulled out from the precinct looking rather disheveled.

"No one touches her" he said firmly in an even voice

"Christian she can't get away for what she did to my son"

"Let her be mom. It was my fault anyway" he breaths out annoyingly "You claim peace but you keep fucking with her" His conclusions on Ana was that she was an innocent in all this, a pawn to her family though. She had no idea what she was getting herself into. She had no clue about his past with her dad or the indiscretion with her mom and his dad. Ray never told her. No one did. But he will.

"I did no such thing" his mom retorts defensively

"Come on ma. How long have you known about Ray? Why'd you want her birthday at the compound?"

"She..she's Mia friend" Grace stammers "why wouldn't I?"

"Bullshit mom. You hate her. You wanted to embarrass her. So" he pauses looking out the passenger window "How long you've known 'bout Ray?"

"At the station when he was waiting for her"

"Almost 2 weeks ago?" he asked incredulously and pissed "Why'd you wait till yesterday?"

"You were taking her to your house"

"Yeah. And?"

"You never take anyone there, not even Helena"

"Yeah. And?" he urges. What's the big fucking deal. Its his home. She should be glad he's not a manwhore. Women coming in and out his home. Now the compound is a completely different story.

"Christian you fucking claimed her. What's with yeah. And?" Grace yells gripping her hands tightly on the steering wheel "This child parents fucked you over. Fucked us over. Don't give me that yeah, and, shit"

"Can't deal with this shit today. Pull over mom"

"No. You're going home"

"Pull the fuck over ma"

"Language" Grace yells losing her shit. Christian grabs onto the steering wheel and steers the car over to the curb. A car passing by curses at them for not using their signal light.

"Why'd you choose her birthday to embarrass her?"

"No son that one was all on you"

"Yeah. It was" he sighs frowning "but you knew how I would react. You did it purposely. Take that hate out your heart ma before it becomes you" grabbing the handle of the car door he opens it and climbs out.

"Christian" she yells but he ignores her closing the car door behind him, hovering over the window to ask one more question.

"Why did you have her birthday at the compound anyway?"

"Because Christian you're blinded with this girl. You leave every night. I wanted to keep a close eye on you two. God knows what would have happened. I don't want no grand babies yet especially from her womb"

"Go home ma" walking off pounds the hood of the car twice with his fist, he leaves his mom yelling out his name in the car, choosing to walk over to Ana's instead. He had to talk to her somehow. Make her see reason for him going off like a nuclear bomb. She had to know the truth about her dad. About her mom. He had to win her back or at least gain her trust. Mia words comes back to him you never know what you have till you lose it. Who's fighting for you? Did he really lose her? Would she fight for him?


Sunday, June 21, 2012

Holy hell a broken heart hurts. Ana understood that saying now the pain in her heart apparent. The feeling of crying and screaming and hitting something growing in every deafening silence. She would think that her tear ducts dried out but the heaving torture plaguing her chest was overwhelmingly uninvited.

How could she be so stupid? Grace, Helena, Jason and Elliot couldn't stand her. Why did she go over there? So what it was her birthday. So what? No one even yelled surprise. No one wished her a happy birthday other than Mia, Jarius and Christian. Ugh. She didn't even get a piece of cake. There goes his name again. Wishing she could forget about him. Forget how his body use to feel pressed up against hers. His lips kissing her. His strong hands possessing her. His teeth biting her, marking her, nipping her. Damn. A shiver ran through the length of her body. Don't get carried away Ana. Bed sheets still smelling like him was not helping. She should change them but it was the only thing keeping her in one piece.

Ana hadn't talked to Mia yet. It's not her fault her brother's an ass. She just didn't want to hear anything about him. Her heart and her confidence couldn't take it.

"Ana" Ray groaned knocking on her door "you alright?"

"I'm alive Ray"

"Not what I'm saying Ana" Ray objected

"Ray" she rasped "Not in a talking mood" Pissed off at him that he would call the cops on Christian. He already had a record, he'd stated before. Sure he was mean and made her feel like shit. But he didn't deserve a cell. His crew must hate her even more. Did Mia?

"Yeah well you have a visitor"

"Ray" Ana sneered losing her patience

"Ana?" Damn it's Mia. She was hoping to sulk a bit more in her pity party for one. "Ana please open the door. I've been worried about you" Although Mia's voice was soft, Ana conceded rolling her eyes and got up from her bed, opening her door with a huff. Ray fixed it last night when Ana lost her last bit of logic. Her door was truly needed she had overly paced and stressed out about it.

"Hey" Mia stepped inside, arms wide open, ready to hug Ana. But Ana stopped her in her quest holding up her hands.

"Please. No pity hugs"

"How bout some pity shopping" Tilting her head to the side, Ana gave her 'a are you serious glare' "What? Proms in a couple of days".

"I'm not going to prom"

"What?" Mia yelled surprised, when Ana didn't reply Mia continued shaking her head exasperated and a bit of reprimanding in her voice "No. No Ana. As a cancer survivor-"

"Mia" Ana warned with a groan "don't guilt trip me"

"It's not a guilt trip Ana" Mia eyes darted at Ana's 'are you serious expression' again "Okay. Maybe a little guilt trip, but seriously, I missed out on a lot. I don't want you to do that because my brothers a dick and then regret it later on for not going. Live women. Live your life. Don't hide. Don't give up"

"It's only prom"

"It may be just prom" Mia quoted emphasizing the word prom "but it starts out with the small stuff. Then your life flies by you while you're living in your robe eating a bag of Doritos with dozens of cats"

"I'm guessing you're not accepting no"

Mia smiled proudly wearing Ana down "not today"

Ana huffed and stomped to her bathroom to change her clothes like a child that couldn't get their way, taking a pair of sweats and a tee shirt with her. When she came back inside her room fully clothed, Mia eyed her assemble tragically

"Honey" Mia stands from the bed, grabbing Ana's elbow turning her right back around, walking her back to the bathroom "you are not going to walk with me looking like death nor smelling like it. Shower and I'll pick out something"

Returning once again to her room when she was done, Mia had place a pair of jean shorts, a yellow lacy tank top and a pair of tan wedges.

"It'll make up for how you feel" Mia explained when Ana looked at the clothes with disdain. Groaning to herself knowing she couldn't get out of Mia Grey's wrath she took her clothes to get changed.

They shopped and walked and talked and walked some more in the mall. Ana gave up, suggesting she would just wait outside for her instead when Mia decided to enter another department store. Setting her bags down beside her on the bench Ana sat and waited for her friend.

Half an hour had already passed by when Ana decided to look for Mia and pull her out from whatever store, most likely kicking and screaming like a toddler, when a familiar scent invaded her space and those occurring goosebumps betrayed her body stopping her. Looking up through her lashes she sees Christian.

Bastard looked how she felt. Yet still so freaking gorgeous. So not fair, but why is he smiling?

"Hey" he waves standing there limped dick reminding him of the first time he visited her outside her bedroom window. Easier times "Can we talk?"

Shit where did her sidekick go? Damn mall. It'll be like looking for a needle in a haystack to find Mia.

"I don't think that's such a good idea" Ana bit down on her lip, fidgeting from one foot to another "I'm sorry about Ray calling the cops"

Christian shrugs, running a hand through his unruly hair, his lips in a tight line now. "We should talk about that"

Ana looked uncertain. She did want to know about Christians history with her parents but at the same time she couldn't trust being herself being too close with him again. What he said was uncalled for. His words gutted her more than his actions

"If it's time you need… I could give you that" that was a lie, he couldn't nor did he want to give her that. But he had to try… say anything "Unblock me" she saw a hint of sadness in his grays, that little passing gleam almost made her crumble. Almost

"I think we need space. This" she gestures between them "is not healthy for either of us. Maybe for you but I've never been in a-" She stopped talking, holding up her hands when he started walking the few steps towards her. He wanted to go to her, hold her, assure her, breath her in. Stopping. He looked away resolved. Fuck. He ruined her. Ruined them. With deep regret in his heart, he couldn't even look at her.

"You shouldn't have come by yesterday" Christian laughed with not trace of humor, still looking at the opposite direction from her. He'd went by her house yesterday after his talk with Grace. When he tried opening her window an alarm started blaring. Having no time to climb back down the tree he jumped down instead running off "could've gotten yourself locked up… again"

"Can I pick you up from school then?" this time it was Ana to turn her head, shaking it "how am I supposed to talk to you then? Tell you the whole story"

"When I'm ready to talk and hear it" she snapped, looking back at him, fire in her blues. There's my girl he thought to himself. Fuck. He missed her and it's only been a day and a half.

"Look Ana I know I fucked up. I know sorry isn't going to cut it either-" his phone started ringing cutting him off, checking the screen he saw it was his mom. Hitting ignore he continued "I let my anger presume me and fuck" He growled out in distress, his phone started up again. Pressing ignore again and silencing it he continued again "I regret you were on the receiving end. You didn't deserve-"

"Christian" Helena calls out jogging over to him "something's happened at the compound"

Christian looks at Ana rubbing his hands over his face "I gotta go babe" he says walking away backwards in a hurry "Unblock me please" turning around, he ran off leaving her standing there her mind in a fog her hand holding her heart protectively

"He's mine" Helena sneered, cutting Ana's daze. She turned her attention to her.

"You don't seem so confident Helena"

"Maybe this will assure you" Helena smirked pulling her barely there tee collar from her neck exposing a purple mark. Same as the ones Ana's neck and inner thighs resembles. Ana swallows back the lump in her throat Did she have them there too? This hussy will never see her weak again. Ever. "You can keep him" Ana replied conviction and ire in her voice

"I plan to"


When Christian got back to the Compound, earlier that day he found out Mia went to the mall he had already assumed with Ana. Mia had no other friends. How Helena found them there, he didn't know and now wasn't the time to think about it. Standing outside there in the aftermath of what was a direct hit to them he took it all slowly. Some of the men were shot. There were guns on the floor. Some men were trying to clear the scene. Blood fucking everywhere. But each one there were handling and take care of one another.

Walking slowly inside of Carcass he stepped on some bullets, shattered glass from the windows, mirrors and their booze. Wood that were blown out of their establishment. Chairs and tables were thrown around, some in a heap, most likely to take cover.

"What the fuck happened?" Christian roared when Elliot came into play "How the fuck they get past the fucking gates?"

"They used one of our supply truck G" Elliot responded in the same tone. "They wore masks but when they finished shooting up the place they yelled out 'Tribe Called Quest'" Elliot pauses rubbing his palms over his face exasperated like it was going to clear out his vision "Dad got shot he's at the house" Christian looked up at his brother in disbelief and rage, his hands balled up in fists beside him "Jarius is bringing Ana in to treat him"

"Ana?" he asked shocked they would even call her.

"Yeah. We can't take him to a hospital G, and she's the only one we know with that type of experience"

"Oh. Really. So she's good enough now?"

"Look. I have no real beef with her. Just her parents. I did what mom told me to do"

"You know Elliot. That's why dad didn't choose you for VP. Jason's a fucking hot head but you, you're a fucking puppet. Get your strings pulled to tight you'll choke brother"

When Ana got to Mia's house she didn't know what she was expecting, but when Jarius lead her downstairs to the basement it wasn't what was lying in front of her. Blood and lots of it. Oozing from one of Carrick's shoulder and one on his thigh. He was laying down on a clothed table. There was already a first aid kit lying beside him, while Jason cleaned his father's scrapes and lashes. Blood spattered his brooding face as well, when he looked up at her "Are you just going to stand there or help little girl?"

"Jason" Carrick softly scolded in a gravelly filled voice, his eyes closing and opening in a haze "I don't need her pissed of working on me" Jason took a deep breath and nodded once, a pained look in his eyes. He was worried for his father.

"Floors all yours Doc" Jason whispered, moving out of Ana's way. Ana walked the few paces to where Carrick was lying. Closing her eyes, inhaling and exhaling deeply, swallowing her nerves and her trembling hands. Calming and sedating herself. You got this Ana. You can do this.

"Jason can you get me the strongest bottle of rum you have"

"No time to drink now, plus you need to bring your A game, can't-"

"Not for me it's for your father" she cut Jason off "its to numb him" Jason quickly left the room without further words.

"You know what you're doing?" Carrick asked hazily

"Not really" she confessed "I've only read about it. Dissected some frogs and learned how to give the heimlich to blow up dolls at school.

"Give your best Ana. I trust ya" Carrick slurred lazily. Ana knew she had to keep him talking till Jason came back. What's taking him so long? She asked for a bottle not the whole liquor cabinet.

"But my neighbor when I lived in California showed me a few stuff though. She was a nurse in the army" Ana says cutting off Carrick's bloody shirt with a scissor inspecting his wound. "It looks more like graze. But we have to make sure a bullet isn't lodged in there" feeling a familiar hand on her shoulder. She closed her eyes and breathed in deeply. Glancing over her shoulder she saw grey eyes drilling in her blues. Handing her the bottle of liquor, tipping his chin down once then Christian moved to the the other side of the table, restraining his dad's other arm with his.

Placing the bottle of whiskey to Carricks lips, he gulped it down like water, sneering afterwards from the burn of the alcohol, in his throat.

After Ana cleaned his wounded shoulder and examined it, pushing a what looked like a tong in his fresh cut, under further examination, while Carrick growled and huffed, trying to level his breathing, there was no bullet. A graze just like she guessed. She disinfected his wound, cleaning it up again. Then she stitched his shoulder up and bandaged it up. Ana let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding, rolling her head back dramatically when she felt a wet cloth pressing her forehead, her head now leaning back on a muscular chest, his body pressed so close against hers she heard him swallow.

"Thank you" she whispered taking the cloth from his hand, squirming out of his heat. "I should look at his thigh now"

"Do you need my help?" he asked solemnly, standing beside her, - within him was a tornado of a storm brewing.

Ana shakes her head "he looks pretty out of it now" their head pivoted towards Carrick's lying form. With the painkillers they had given him mixed with the rum he should be knocked out for awhile. Christian nodded "Holler if you need me. Gotta talk with the crew upstairs" passing Ana, he lightly brushed her chin with his fingers, tilting her head back, his thumb skimming her bottom lip, eyes roaming her face till they fell on her eyes, starring intently "thank you" he whispered placing a swift kiss on her lips, then he left the room, leaving a piece of him behind.

All heads turn to Christian once he reached upstairs, the crew sat in the living room, waiting for instructions with different expressions on their faces, but same body language telling the same story. Retaliation. The atmosphere was filled with doubt, dread, yet bone crushing adrenaline. Taking out a joint from his cigarette pack, placing it between his lips. He lights it up, puffing while he considers the fucked up plan that's likely to get a few of them wounded or killed, most likely lying beside his dad. Pulling out the joint, blowing smoke out in the air, in a eerily calm, controlled tone with out emotion, inside him was pent up aggression and extreme ferocity.

"Pearl Harbor style, while those motherfuckers sleep"

A/N I did not do any research on cuts or wounds. I shoulda but didn't. So for all I know Carrick's shoulder might come out it's sockets. Also no disrespect to Pearl Harbor.

Thank you Lanie love u