I DO NOT OWN the Fifty Shades of Grey Trilogy. All rights belong to E.L James.

A/N: Hey guys! Got a break this week. Very excited to spend some time with my family and friends. I'm going to try and update as much as possible but it's going to be tough, guys. Stay with me, alright?

Chapter 38.
Anastasia POV

No matter how sore or completely exhausted my body felt, the moment I heard the safety of the gun Christian and I now stared down click off, the adrenalin surge like a blazing fire through my entire body. Every siren in my brain was going off and I buzzed against Christian as he tried desperately to cover my body with his.

The green eyes behind the gun were blazing with fury, the dark pupils almost non existent from rage as angry, ragged breaths floated in the stagnant, silent air surrounding us. Christian looked shocked and furious all at the same time, he mouth curled up into a sharp snarl while his grip tightened on me.

"Mr. Grey," Jack's shaking voice greeted Christian. "I would say it's lovely to see you again…but that would be a lie."

"Same here, Hyde," Christian said back smoothly.

"Ha!" Jack barked, holding the gun steady. "I bet, Grey. Right now, I'm pretty much your worst fucking nightmare."

I paid no attention to their banter, their snarling tones snapping back and forth like two chained dogs foaming at the mouth, just dying to rip at one another. I focused further on what Ray would have done in this situation. What position he would angle himself at to get the gun out of Jack's hands. I thought back to so many years, remembering twisting the wrist and breaking the arm to release the gun but that required a closeness I would never gain with Christian around. None of my tactics could be accomplished with Christian clinging to me as he was then.

"What are you doing here?" Christian finally snapped icily.

Jack's eyes flashed with rage, the blue flame inside him now turning white before his glance slowly shifted to me. I didn't flinch due to Christian's arms tightening around me but rather because of the look Jack gained when he stared at me. The look of hunger and lust as he took in every inch of my body with a primal hunger I couldn't escape.

"You took what belongs to me," Jack said flatly, never taking his eyes off mine.

"She belongs to no one," Christian hissed quickly.

"Really?" Jack shifted his gaze once more back to Christian, his head tilted slightly to the side. "So you don't make her bow down to you like you do with all those other whores?"

Christian stopped, shocked and looking repulsed.

"You think I didn't know about your little lifestyle, Grey? I do my homework, Mr. Grey. Then that Lincoln woman. She was more then happy to spill the beans after the beat down Ms. Steele put on her," he chuckled, his gaze landing on me once more. "You make her bow down to you, Grey. Beg at your feet for mercy or more. You may say she belongs to no one but it's obvious that you claim her as your own."

Christian looked horrified at the realization Jack had bestowed upon him, making Christian swallow in disgust.

"No," I whispered to myself, shaking my head. "That's not true!"

"Ahh!" Jack smiled brightly. "She speaks."

His words reminded me of Leila and the first encounter I experienced with her. Yet another time when I faced down death.

"I belong to no one. Not even Christian," I said, reassuring myself of that fact.

"Then," Jack paused, licking his lips as he looked over my body once more, taking one step forward. "Who do you belong to, Ms. Steele."

"As I said before," I ground out through grit teeth. "I. Belong. To. No. One."

"Such fire," Jack sucked in a breath of pleasure. "I've always admired that in you, Ana."

I could see his weakness becoming blatant. His purpose for being here was to hurt Christian through me. He wanted me and it was obvious that if he didn't get me, there was a large possibility that none of us would be alive by the end of all this.

"What do you want, Jack?" Christian asked once more. "What ever you want, I'll give it to you. If it's money, it's no object."

"I don't want your money, Grey," Jack snorted. "Okay, maybe I do. But," he paused, his eyes darting straight to me. "First, I want you to feel the sting of rejection I felt. The feeling of envy when you cannot attain something you so desperately want," he groaned in pleasure, staring over my body.

Christian growled in fury, letting go of me just a fraction to step forward in attack when Jack raised his gun, pointed straight at Christian's head.

"NO!" I screamed, pulling Christian back as best I could by the wrist. "Wait! Wait! J-Jack…" I breathed shakily, Christian's massive form now fighting against my back as I restrained him. "L-let me speak to him. I-I'll make this right with you," I said, my eyes shifting into a sultry gaze as my voice lowered into a soft whisper. "I promise."

"Always taking orders so well," Jack reached out, stroking my cheek and shoulder with the gun still pointed at the both of us. "I knew you were perfect Anastasia."

His touch made my skin crawl. It took everything in me not to throw up right there but I had to fight to keep it back, fight to keep Christian safe and alive. I nodded, eyes to the floor in response to Jack, trying my hardest to keep my act up as I quickly turned to Christian.

He was still seething, his grey eyes blazing as he snarled at Jack. I was surprised he wasn't foaming at the mouth and snapping his teeth at Jack.

"Christian," I called his attention to me. It took a moment but soon, his worried gaze looked over me quickly. I placed a hand on his cheek, desperately trying my hardest not to break out into sobs right there.

I had to keep him safe. Christian had already been through so much and deserved more then this. More then me. I had known that since the day we met, even as children, but I loved him none the less. I needed him alive, his heart still beating.

"D-do you remember the day we met?" I whispered, the lump in my throat threatening to cut off all air supply.

"What? Ana we are-"

"Just answer the question," I breathed, smiling up at him with pleading eyes.

He swallowed, his gazed softening slightly but still filled with worry.

"Of course I do," he whispered.

"Do you remember how scared I was and how you promised you'd never let anyone hurt me? How kind you were," my voice faltered slightly as my hand slid into Christian's, our forehead's pressing together.

"I loved you so much…" he paused, his eyes closed. "Even then. Even as young as I was."

"I loved you too," I began to sob silently. "So much, Christian."

I squeezed his hand, relishing in what could possibly be the last time I would have held his hand. A warm hand reached up to touch my cheek, our bodies saying their silent "I love you"'s to one another. Even if Christian didn't know it, I was saying goodbye. Even if it wasn't goodbye, I had to do it. I needed to fight to keep Christian safe because in the end, he was all I ever had.

I reached up quickly, placing my hand on his cheek with gentle caution weaved with love. My eyes looked up into his, pleading with him one last time and remembering the words Christian had said to me so many years ago as tears streamed down my eyes and pain twisted my face and soul.

"I will never let anyone hurt you," my voice shook one last time. "Ever."

"Wha-" Christian started, confused before, I spun around in his grasp as best I could and slammed my bare heel into his chest.

He let out a harsh breath, his body landing against the wall outside the bedroom. He flopped down to the floor, shocked and in pain as I slammed the door just as he tried to get up with a new realization of what I was doing. I locked the door, all three bolts, behind me and tried desperately to ignore Christian banging on the door and screaming.

"ANA! ANA! NO! ANA! OPEN THE DOOR!" he repeated his screams, loud banging coming from the door as I took a shaky step away from it.

I knew Christian was a man of means and his room was not only sound proof but the doors were made of wood and iron. Too heavy to penetrate or break down without an incredible amount of force.

Before I could take in another breath, a hand cupped over my mouth. I didn't scream or flail, remaining calm as Jack dragged my willing body toward the bed and flung me down there. He stood at the foot of the bed, mere inches from my feet as he pointed the gun in the direction of my head.

"He couldn't make you feel what I can, Ana," Jack sounded overly excited, his hungry eyes scanning every inch of flesh that was exposed under my dress. "Strip for me."

I nodded slowly, remaining silent as I crawled off the bed, standing right in front of Jack as I reached behind me, unzipping the dress I had put on the morning with a slow preciseness. Jack's breath hitched, taking a step back to get a better view as my dress fell to the floor, revealing the black lace panty and bra set I had placed on earlier in hopes of Christian seeing it.

"Fuck, look at that body," Jack hissed to himself, shifting the gun's weight in his hands. "Come here, Anastasia."

I could still hear Christian's furious and desperate attempts to get inside the room, making my charade only that much harder to uphold as I sauntered over to Jack. I stopped just as my breasts touched his chest, his eyes instantly dropping down to my cleavage.

"What do you want, Jack?" I whispered, sounding sensual and confident. Nothing like how I thought I would sound.

"You," he breathed, sounding just as desperate as Christian's please outside the bedroom.

His free hand reached down, his fingers roughly gripping into the flesh of my ass cheek. I flinched gently, but not obvious enough for him to see, at the sting of his rough touch. This was nothing like Christian's rough side. Christian was coarse and rough but he was never intent on hurting me. The pain was for my own pleasure with Christian. With Jack, my pain was all for him.

When he was done placing what was sure to be bruises all along my ass, he reached up once more, gripping a chunk of my hair and ripping my head backward so he could bite and nip at my neck, leaving marks there as well.

"Jack," I panted just as he ripped off my bra, leaving me feeling exposed. I forced my arms to stay at my side, willing myself not to try and cover myself up for fear of Jack getting angry. "Jack, please."

"Yeah, baby," he moaned into my skin, squeezing at my breast far too roughly. "See how I can make you feel."

"Jack, sweetheart," the nick name tasted caustic on my tongue. "Listen to me."

"Sorry," Jack grinned slyly, pulling me hard against him so that his obvious erection pressed into my hip. "I guess I got a little carried away, huh? What is it, Ana?"

Slowly, my eyes shifting to his, reassuring him that I was going to do as he asked, I reached up to gently place my hand on his arm that held the gun. Slowly, I pushed it down before launching at him. I attacked his lips with mine, making him drop the gun to the floor with a dull thud. After a moment of kissing, Jack spun me around, the sound of his zipper coming down as adrenalin crashed through me once more.

My eyes darted to the gun on the floor as Jack ripped down my underwear and latched his teeth onto my neck.

"I want to make you scream so loud that Grey can hear how good I can make you feel," Jack's hand gripped onto my breast once more. "Make him hear how much you love my cock inside you. Not his. How's that baby?"

"You can never have me," I whispered, my tone hard as my eyes rested on the gun, never leaving the small pistol.

"What?" Jack chuckled, not believing his ears.

"You can never have me," I said a bit louder. "And you never will."

Before Jack could react, I jumped for it, my hand gripping the gun quickly but not before Jack slammed a boot covered foot into my side. I felt nothing, coughing at the slightly winded feeling I felt and shoved myself harder to move. When I couldn't, Jack made his move, jumping on me just in time while we wrestled for the gun in my hands.

He twisted my wrist so I couldn't shoot but I did kick and knee his ribs hard enough to make him angry, reaching out to slap me across the face.

"ANA! ANA!" Christian still screamed and slammed on the door.

I focused as hard as I could but before I could shift again so that I had the advantage over Jack, the gun went off. Christian's screams became louder as something warm began streaming down my arm and naked chest and torso. Even Jack paused, staring at something in the area of my shoulder. I looked down in shock, seeing where the bullet had entered.

My shoulder had a hole in it, even if I didn't feel it, streaming and gushing blood down the right side of my body. With the distraction, I took advantage of Jack's disoriented state and twisted his hand off my wrist and slammed the barrel of the gun right against his heart.

"You will never have me," I seethed before pulling the trigger.

Jack gasped, blood splattering all over my face and body, but slumped against the gun right after. I gasped at his weight, shoving him off of me with the little bit of force I had left in me. He flopped onto the floor, his dead body unmoving as a pool of blood began to grow around his corpse. I fumbled around on the floor, hearing nothing but my own slow heart beats and Christian's rasped screams.

"Christian," I whimpered, desperately attempting to stand up but finding the loss of blood too much for my body to handle.

I was covered in blood. Which was my own and which was Jack's, I wasn't sure. I didn't care, either. All I wanted was Christian. To see that he was safe. After an attempt to stand, my body became too heavy and I fell to the floor, my heart's beats becoming far too slow to be considered normal.

My blurred vision attempted to focus on the door I knew would open anytime now. I tried to control my breathing, remembering visions of the past that were only good. Nothing painful. The first few were of Atlanta, Momma, Ray and Granny then the rest were of Christian.

The first time we met, all the times we played with one another, my first recital and Christian bringing me pink roses after. I thought of the engagement and how we made love in Atlanta under the stars. Every bit of beauty in my life, every bit of joy and love poured over me like warm water just as a loud crash happened and the dark abyss of peace and warmth enveloped me.

…

"Her heart rate is coming back up!" a stern voice barked out.

My blurred vision swirled around the haze covered room. A bright light stunned my eyes while scrub covered figures worked on my blood soaked, naked body. Breathing was easy but focusing wasn't as I was pulled this way and that.

"We need to keep her stabilized, Doctor. The blood is coming in momentarily," a softer voice said over all the ruckus surrounding them.

"I need it now if she's going to live!"

Live? I thought to myself. Aren't I already alive?

I desperately attempted to lift my hand, wave or move to prove that I was alright. That I felt no pain but it was impossible. My hand felt as if it held the weigh of ten elephants on it, making movement far too difficult to even attempt.

"Blood pressure is lowering. Heart rate, lowering."

"Fuck!" the harsh voice hissed. "WHERE'S THAT BLOOD?"

…

"He's dead, Mr. Grey," a frustrated voice said over the soft, steady beeping of a heart monitor.

Was that my heart?

"And you're fiancé is in a coma," A more feminine voice cut in, sounding just as frustrated. "I think we need to know what happened."

"I already told you what happened," Christian hissed, sounding furious. "I've told you a hundred times. Why do you people insist on bringing all of this up over and over?"

"We need to understand why Hyde did what he did. Ms. Steele could be charged with murder of the first degree if we don't get everything straight."

"He shot her first!" Christian yelled, his temper getting the best of him. "He broke into our home, tried to take advantage of her and you're saying Ana is at fault? She was trying to protect herself!"

Oh, my poor Fifty…

"I'm sorry officers," Grace's voice came into play. "But my son has been through enough for one night. Please come back tomorrow. When we've all gotten over this…initial shock."

I didn't want to but the blackness overwhelmed me, sucked me in and forced me back into the thick pool of peace and calmness.

…

"You did this!" Momma's voice wailed out in horror. "You did this to her!"

"Clara," Ray tried to soothe, sounding as if he were struggling to hold her back. "Sweetheart, calm down. You'll make yourself sick."

"You didn't protect her!" Momma screamed as someone sobbed loudly. "You promised us you would protect her and you didn't you let him hurt my baby!"

"I tried," Christian pleaded through the sobs. "Clara, I tried…"

Oh no…

"Clara, that's enough now," Granny's voice sounded somber, serious.

"Mother, he-"

"None of this was this boy's fault and you know it," Granny snapped, probably helping Christian up. "Leave him be, Clara. Let it go. Let it go, baby."

"She's everything I have," I felt a hand grip onto mine, Momma sobbing. "Everything I love."

"I know, baby," Ray whispered, Momma's cries becoming muffled. "She'll be alright. Ana's a though girl. She'll get through this."

Ray sounded pleading, as if it were a prayer to whatever God was out there instead of a reassurance.

So it was Hyde...oh shit...what's going to happen now?

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-fighter