Christian is freaking me out. One minute he's here all calm and collected and then the next he's running out of here like a bat out of hell. As I sit in my seat staring at the left overs of my dinner I can't help but worry about what just happened. Without thinking I throw my napkin down on the plate and run into the master bedroom. I quickly change into some comfortable jeans and a t-shirt, throw on my tennis shoes and run through the foyer until I'm out the door.

The hotel hallway is completely empty. The crystal lights handing on the wall light a path for me as I quickly walk down the hall. As I'm walking I stop and think to myself for a moment. I don't even know where Christian went. I can feel myself start panicking as I look around for some kind of answer. I walk all the way down the hallway, passed the elevator and stairs until I reach the end. I start walking back just as the elevator doors start to slide open. A wave of hope surges through me but is quickly shot down as a large, suit covered man steps thought the doors.

"Taylor? What are you doing here?" I am genuinely surprised to see him. I mean I know that he's always where Christian is, but usually he won't bother us unless something is seriously wrong. The realization causes my stomach to drop.

"There you are." He races towards me and there I see the panic look on his face. "Miss Steele do you know where Mr. Grey went?" He reaches out and grips my shoulders tightly. This is so unlike Taylor.

"No, I have no idea. He left a few minutes ago. I went out looking for him."

"Miss Steele, I don't mean to frighten you, but this is a very serious matter. It appears that an outside force has sent a message to Mr. Grey's phone implying that it was from myself."

I'm confused at first, but when his words finally sink into my brain I can't help but gasp. "You mean they sent that message to his phone? It wasn't really from you it was them?" I look up at Taylor who perches his lips and nods his head once. I can feel my dinner start to creep back up my throat. I peel myself away from Taylor and bolt towards the hotel room. I manage to make it to the toilet before I empty my stomach into the bowl.

"Miss Steele. I'm sorry for upsetting you, but I really need to find Mr. Grey. Something bad could happen if we don't get to him first."

"I want to come with you." I say as I rinse my mouth out with some toothpaste.

"No. Out of the question. It's too dangerous and Christian would have my head." That was the first time I've even heard him use Christian's first name. Either way, this man is crazy if he believes that I would just sit back and let him go by himself.

"Taylor, I know you're just trying to do your job, but I'm coming with you weather you like it or not." I absolutely refuse to take no for an answer.

Taylor just stands in the doorway shaking his head slightly. Under his breath I hear him mumble the word "stubborn." "Fine." He gives in. "But you stay close to me and by no means are you to take matters into your own hands. Got it?"

"Yes, sir." I nod my head and follow him out the main door. "So how do we know where he is?" Taylor pulls out a black cell phone looking device and presses a button, which causes a small screen to light up.

"I put a tracking device in the motherfucker's phone so I could keep an eye on you him. You have one in yours as well." He shows me the screen and all I can make out is a grid made up of a bunch of lines and a large triangle is blinking in the middle of the screen. "He's in the basement."

"Let's go." I rush towards the elevator door and hold it open as Taylor is right on my heels. He reaches over me and presses the button that leads us down to the basement floor. The severity of the situation hits me and I can feel my heart beat wildly in my chest. What if something bad has happened to Christian? It would be all my fault.

Before I have time to sink further into my thoughts, the elevator doors ding open and Taylor immediately steps in front of me. "You stay behind me." I nod in response and creep behind his large frame as we venture out into the concrete hallway. "This way." He speaks softly and motions for us to walk towards the right down the hallway. The air down here is extremely thick and very cold. As I try to control my breathing I can see my breath as I exhale into the dim light.

We stop in the entryway of a storage closet and Taylor holds a finger up to his lips for me to remain quiet. He tilts his head towards the door and I do the same. It's very faint, but there is indeed some type of mumbling coming from the other side. The adrenaline surges through my body and I jump in front of Taylor to push the cracked door open.

"Ana!" Taylor yells at me and tries to grab my arm, but it's too late. I'm already inside. The scene before me would have definitely brought up my dinner if I already didn't do that earlier. In the middle of the medium sized room there are three large sized men and they are all surrounding one lonely chair in the center of the room. In that one chair sits Christian. With the men hearing my bold entrance, each one of them turns their heads over and stare me dead in the eyes. Two of the men look familiar, but when I set my eyes in the third one my heart immediately falls to my feet. It's the black-eyed man that haunts my dreams almost every night.

"Well, well," He turns completely around and steps to the side. "Look who decided to come to the rescue?" I try to ignore him and glance pat him to look at Christian. Christian is tied to the chair with rope at his hands and at his feet. His head is leaned back slightly and I can see all the damage that has been done to his beautiful face. Fresh blood streams down from his temples, the sides of his face are covered in a mass amount of bruises and welts, one of his eyes appears to be sealed shut and dry tears are stuck to his cheeks. His clothing appears to be intact, but blood has dripped from his face and onto the material of his shoulders and chest area.

"Oh, no. Christian!" I try to step forward, but Taylor is already in front of me with a gun pointed in his hands.

"Drop your weapons now!" Taylor points the gun at the men who hold baseball bats in their hands. "I've already informed the police. They should be here soon." The guys with the bats looked at each other before throwing them down on the cement floor.

"Fuckers." Black eyes mumbles while holding his hands up in the air. All three of the men slowly kneel down on their knees with their arms still stretched out in the air. Taylor goes over towards them and ties each of their hands behind their backs with a pair of handcuff. Once they're all secure and I'm sure they can't get to me, I run over towards Christian who hasn't moved an inch.

"Oh, God." I sigh as I gently hold his face in my hands. I bend down and untie the ropes at his feet and move around to undo the ones at his hands. Once his arms are free they fall limp at his sides and swing slightly.

"Ana," He grunts and tries to pull his head up. I help him out and cradle the back of his head with my hands.

"Don't move if it hurts, Christian. The ambulance is on its way."

"No. No ambulance." He mumbles and I can feel him stir under my fingertips. His face twists in pain as he leans up in the chair and he rests his elbows on his knees. "I'm fine."

"Christian, you are clearly in pain. Please just wait until the medics get here." I rub his back with my fingers and plead with him to stay put. I watch as Taylor drags the men out one by one until they're lined up on the outside wall. Even though I'm sitting here with a broken Christian in my hands I can't help but breath a sign or relief. The weight holding me down has finally been lifted.