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WHEN THE BOUGH BREAKS...

Its a sort of closure chapter so you may need to read more than once be warned lol

Chapter 53: The assassins are coming...

Ana's POV:

Gage, Ryan and I, we head to Mrs De Lucca's in the hotels motor launch. We are at the back entrance and see what looks to be an ambulance, type of a boat thingy. Our man drops us off and we head in. What the hell is going on?

"Gage, we need to go up a level and the grand floors there. I wonder what the hell's going on. Ryan, stick by me she doesn't understand a word of English."

"Ma'am, stick behind Gage and I as we head up."

"Okay." He used Ma'am, so I follow them up three steps behind. "Ana, is that Mrs Da Lucca?" I peer over his shoulder and she is sitting in the chair and looks like she is dead. Holy shit balls...

"Ryan ask what's the matter please." He walks over and he speaks to the medic. He comes back and he smiles.

"It seems Ana, that she got a registered letter from Mr Grey senior, and fainted. She had friends around and they called for the ambulance. She is fine, but lost for words."

"Okay, so she is not dead and yet she looks like a corpse why?"

"She had a shock. She wants to see you."

"Okay then, but am I safe?"

"Totally, she is happy."

"Oh gawd, I'd hate to see a sad face. Gage come with me Ryan translate, please? Ask her what the letter said, please." He did and his brow arched.

"She says the amount of money she has been offered is too much."

"What four hundred thousand, I worked it out, it's all she was owed and she is having it, its hers, tell her please Ryan..." He speaks to her and he tells me what she said.

"Ana, it is four million euro's. You didn't carry a figure over."

"Oops, I wasn't ever any good with figures, shit I did mess up. So she is very wealthy then, no wonder she looks so pale, she needs to go on a bloody holiday?"

"Very rich, very happy and is going to go spending, her husband was a miser and told her they were as poor as church mice..."

"Ask her does she want a check now?" Ryan speaks to her and she is shaking her head no. "What, she doesn't want my money?"

"She has your money, they did a wire transfer to the bank and she has to go in and see the manager. She is very happy and plans to make the house beautiful again. Oh and your packers emptied the room and it is on its way to America. She, Mrs Da Lucca, she would like to speak to you Ana." The ambulance people leave and they are happy to leave her with her friends. I inch forward afraid of her actually dying on me.

"You Ana are nothing like your mother, I am sorry."

"You speak English?"

"Of course, I had to know what you were really up to."

"Sneaky. So what will you do now?"

"Me, oh I intend to throw away my widow clothes, get a haircut and have a spending spree, go on holiday and make myself a beautiful home, and get myself a lover." I nearly choked. "Well that is my plan after I see the bank manager. I do not know what to say, thank you seems so very inadequate for what you have given me."

"You have given me far more by taking the money and the house back. I will leave my address and phone number, if you need anything, anything all will you please call me?"

"Yes, yes I will. Are you okay now, you and your husband?"

"Yes, it was all a misunderstanding."

"Good, good, now a package came for your mother an hour ago, before the letter from your attorneys."

"Your English is amazing."

"It is much improved since I heard my late husband tell her your mother I did not speak it, the fool I never had any reason to speak English, I was a house wife in Venice, he never took me anywhere but to Italian speaking places, but as a bonus she didn't know I knew half of what she did and now I know I can trust you I have some things you should have." She beckons me to her rooms and my security come with me. She opens a cupboard and takes out a familiar box, why does it look so familiar?

"She had two; she took one away with her. This one she left here for some reason. There is no key I am afraid and I did not know if she would come back for it. So I did not open it. I heard her telling her sister on the phone she was giving her back her box and to shut up. I do not know where the sister was but she left that day with another box and she never came back." I look at the box and try to think where I have seen this.

"So Gage have you got your lock pick?" Ryan pulled out a bloody Bowie Knife, jiggled it about and opened the darned thing... "Is that company issue Ryan?" I asked. I sat on the bed and tipped out papers and photos. I scanned them and I scanned them again and again... No... Really?

"What's the matter Ana, what do they say?" Gage asks. She moves closer to inspect the contents with me.

"It seems my mother and her sister were part of something very clandestine? According to this paperwork, Chimera was real, it was the code name for something iffy, as in an actual spy thing, a secret scheme to impregnate women with twin embryos and have one live in one country and the other live in Russia, they would then swap places, allowing the girls to come and go as the real American deal. Then do exactly what they did, marry rich and stupid men and the money went back to Russia, the plan only worked if the twins were identical and my mother and aunt were. No, this can't be right? According to this it was started by my grandmother, my Nene, she was the brains behind this, she left one of her children there and went to America, why Gage why would Nene do this?"

"It seems she was sick as her daughters."Gage says.

"More so Ana." Ryan says. "She used her own children to do some bad shit, and it looks like she was training you to do it too. All that sports and fighting." No, that wouldn't work, because I wasn't a twin.

"Fuck!" I say... "The reason this box looks familiar, is because Nene has or had one. Oh god, the fire, they are closing down their operations, tying up loose ends, they burnt down my house to get to the f... I mean to get to the darned box. Shit, shit oh crappy shit. Mrs De Lucca, what is your name, by the way?" I ask.

"Cinzia, your mother called me chin-chin, she was very nasty."I bet. My mother the spy and I did joke about it. Now it seems I was right, it's very clichéd to say Russian and spy go hand in hand. "I should have said, now little one, what is the matter?"

"Is there anything in this house that means anything to you?"

"No, everything here now means nothing to me, my life here was a lie, so no why?"

"Grab a bag, take what you need and get out of here, I think they will be coming for this box. They have burnt Nene's what's betting they have Olga's. This is the only box left."

"Ana, they do not know I have it here."

"They seem to know a lot of things, what's betting they have eyes everywhere." I sound as loony tune as my mother and paranoid, really this shit is a wind up it has to be or it is a book she was writing, I mean spies, blackmail, twins born to be trained killers and whores, god my life is a disaster. Carla was a spy and my grandmother was a spy master, oh god am I taking drugs and I don't know it? Yeah, all this is a drug induced bad dream, I mean am I the one in a coma and this is a book being read to me? I look around and I feel lightheaded, weird and afraid.

"You could have a point Ana. Cinzia, Mrs De Lucca, can you stop with friends?" Gage asks. I then spot a letter and an attached photograph. I shush them. Holy shit...

"No." I grab my phone and call Alex. I speak in Russian and Gage and Ryan look confused.

"Hello, Ana." Why did I think he was expecting this call?

"I know this is a really weird thing to ask, but have you or Anton got a twin?"

"Yes, we both have or rather had one."

"You know why I am ringing don't you?"

"Yes."

"I'm not safe am I?"

"Yes, Ana, that is one thing I can assure you, you are very safe."

"Are you trying to kill me Alex?"

"No, I am putting things right and making sure you are left alone."

"How?"

"I can explain Ana, I am here in Venice, and if you are calling me then can I presume you have found your mother's box?"

"I have, its filled with photos and several torn pieces of paper."

"Come back to the hotel, please, Ana. I swear you are in no danger from me."

"How can I trust you?"

"You are part of this Ana, whether you like it or not your mother was a Russian spy and America would hate you and in turn would hate your husband, he would be guilty by association."

"Are you blackmailing me Alex?"

"No." Is he threatening Christian?

"I will have my people with me and they armed up the yin yang, brother."

"Ana come back. Please. The house you are in will be safe as will Mrs De Lucca. Oh and bring the package that came for you today, Olga posted her box to your mothers place there." How the fuck, I look around, what am I expecting to see, spy cameras, fuck are there cameras, I wouldn't put anything past this 'spy ring' I sigh, wake up Ana, wake the fuck up. Gage nudges me, because I zoned out, and because this shit is hard to take in. I mean it's just too crazy not to be actually real, because nobody makes this shit up, they couldn't could they?

"Okay, I am coming, and the lady here is safe to stay if I bring the boxes?"

"Yes, you have my word, she was never in danger. Ana, it was just the box or boxes we need. I promise you."

"Which means Jack Shit to me Alex, your word and your promise seem rehearsed and fake, does Anton know about all this too?"

"No, as I have only just found out the full extent of this shit myself. When I went back home, to search through his things, I stumbled upon what is now is turning into something quite unbelievable. I found my father's files in his office. When I met you and heard the extent of what Carla was capable of I had to find out where else she had infiltrated. What I have found out Ana, is beyond crazy, its I don't know very odd, very unusual, very, as I said unbelievable. My father was some sort of megalomaniac, a deranged sort of mad professor, and some sort of a bad spy. What I have uncovered is a type of greed and needing I have never seen before and believe me I have seen some bad shit in my business, but nothing on the scale of this wacky, yes wacky happening. It seems my father, with the help of your Nene, had a big bad business going on and together the intended to get rich and be powerful enough to do anything they wanted. My father was cut off from his father with good reason; he knew what he was doing, and disowned him."

"Okay, enough. I'm coming with the boxes and Alex I will shoot you if you try anything. I swear I will."

"Spoken like a true Russian, you are after all the daughter and granddaughter of a spy. I will be waiting." I hang up and smile. "Cinzia, you are safe, it's the box they want and the package that came this morning."

"Ana, what's going on?" Gage asks as I call Christian, I pace the room and am jumpy, I hear a sound on the water and jump, a bang of a door and I jump. Ryan is watching the canal and I feel like my world is going to implode, explode and or get really confusing, shit I am confused now, knowing my luck, hearing more could be worse. Fuck, my husband has married into a truly lunatic set up of a family, I was born into it and feel like crap, will he stick by me, if I am a spy's daughter, will I have to go to prison, will I have to go to Russia, and if so will I be sent to Siberia? I am panicking, when something icky is snapped under my nose, eke...

"Gage, thank you. What was that for?"

"You were having an episode Ana, now where are we going and what are we walking in on?"

"I don't know, but I am not going in there without all of your guns on Alex."

"You don't trust him?"

"I don't know Gage? But, and this is the thing, what he is saying is too kooky not to be true, but whatever it is this spy thing, the answers are in these two box's and he wants them. He even knows we have Olga's box."

"Do we?"

"Yes it came today, he knew it was here and he only wants the boxes." Cinzia pats my back and gives me a glass of water.

"I am going away for a while, so do not worry about me, I have a little money behind me." I need humour right now, because my head is exploding with three words, what the fuck...

"Um, so Cinzia, be on the lookout for the playboys." I make light of this and pile all the papers in the box and grab the other, my damned husband is not answering my calls. We say goodbye and head to find him. We don't have to; he is outside when we get there, because apparently Alex called him before he called me.

"Ana..." He holds his hand out for me and I gladly take it and the kiss and hug I get. He knows this crap just got more kooky.

"Do you know when I said I didn't want any more drama?"

"I think so." He says as he hugs me.

"Well here take the boxes; they are the next bit of even more drama."

"Apparently not, they are the answer to shutting down a big problem with a cold war spy thing being used by two very greedy people, two greedy people who used or wanted to use their children to do heinous things." He has spoken to Alex about it then.

"Nene and Yuri. I know." We head back and I feel sick. We land by our terrace and Alex is sat at the table, he is alone and Reynolds confirms this, he let the fucker in.

"He is unarmed and alone Mr Grey. Ana. He is clean." Oh god more spy crap, what's next a horse's head in ma bed? No, no that's the mafia, not the Kremlin and the KGB goon squad. Oh hell this is a spy novel.

"I told you I did not mean to cause you harm. Please sit." We do and as we do I see he has his boxes. "My father's was filled with ledgers in code and these torn shreds of paper."

"My mother's has torn paper in it too and I haven't opened the other box. How did you know where it was?"

"It is in my father's box that there are three active boxes, his your mothers and your aunts. The document's we took away from the house in Paris were the actual hard evidence, but when we delved deeper, we found out there are several places where similar things are kept, backups if your will, should their secret be discovered. They it seems distrusted everyone, even your Nene was no longer in their gang, she hadn't been for a long time, she apparently couldn't be trusted after your mother had you, they had her watched, but they did not see her as a threat."

"Okay then, so she was out of it you say?"

"Yes out of it, but she and a few other mad scientists and power hungry old Russians still started this branch of the spy world."

"How do you know all this?"

"My father kept amazing records. The files we were asked to get, we did so thinking it was just blackmail, but it goes deeper than that, much deeper. People have been made mega wealthy off what was in those files and from what my father procured for these power hungry men. I know it goes high up the power ladder, I have just scraped the surface and I do not like what I have found out so, I took it to a friend and he is helping me close it down and finish what our family started Ana."

"Who is he?"

"I cannot say, but he is a good man and he knows how to handle this. Please do not push me for more, but I swear on all that I love and hold dear, he is a man you can trust, he has already made sure your mother, aunt, Andre Vasin and his brother too and many others have been dealt with and cannot hurt you or I or our families, he can be trusted Ana I swear he can."

"Okay, will we know who this person is one day too?"

"No, it is how he wants it. Ana, please do not look so worried, the worst is behind you I swear, Christian sit, and your security can sit too."

"Thank you, I will stand Sir, Gage over there and keep your eyes peeled, Reynolds over there Ryan by the front door to the suite please." Luke looks pissed off and so too does Christian.

"That is over kill Mr Sawyer, if I do this." He waved his hand and everyone on the terrace had a fucking red dot on them."

"You bought laser sight snipers to a knife fight, and you say I can trust you Alex." I scream.

"Yes, I have had them watching you for a while. Ana they are security you didn't know you had and I know you have needed it, you did not know the danger you were in."

"Thanks for sharing."

"If I had wanted you dead Ana, yesterday I would have stormed into the De Lucca home and killed you there. When I said you were family Ana I meant it, you are family."

"OH CRAP... Am I your sister for real or something just as stupidly sickening?"

"No, no, no, but it would be funny if you were, I mean not really but amusing. Especially with what I am about to tell you."

"Okay, my Nene always said family was not just blood and bone, but it was what you made it. Hit me..."

"Alright... My father was a genetics scientist with the Russian old government, he answered to a specific department in the old KGB, you may have heard of them, yes?"

"Yes... The Kremlin's own police and bad boy department. Carry on." I snap.

"Your Nene was a key member of the team; she came up with the idea of using genetically altered children as spies."

"That has been going on for many decades, Alex it is a conspirator theorists wet dream, the Russians placing ordinary families in America, where they would spy and report back to the powers that be, often getting jobs in the government too." Christian says. "It has some truth as during the eighties and nineties there were many such families uncovered and there were poor women who did not even know their American husband was a Russian spy." Christian says and he continues to ponder, I see the look, he believes this shit, where as I am still bloody well confused.

"Yes, this was similar, very similar, but they went a step further, they had this idea to make their families interchangeable."

"What... Oh I think I am getting this, the twins... They used twins for something more didn't they?" I chip in.

"Yes they used women to carry genetically altered embryos."

"This is nothing new, they say Hitler had himself cloned, the Nazis worked on this too. They apparently cloned doubles to interchange with each other. Yet again though more conspirator theories." Christian says.

"I saw a couple of old movies about that and a couple of made for tv films about spies."

"Yes Ana, there have been you are right."

"So, who had these babies for the New Order?"

"Ordinary woman, wives of the team, the team themselves and girls who were used to host the twin embryos, those where the ones who played the bigger part, one would be left in Russia and trained, the other placed in an already placed established family in America and what was later to became Europe."

"Why split them up. Was it meant to be permanent?"

"The foreign families would start taking their twin to a clinic for tests, when they were small; they were being monitored and compared with the one in Russia, when they hit puberty they were injected with all sorts of their sick drugs. In many cases, they were chipped like pets, with something much like control devise, it is beyond my limited knowledge, but I believe they were at some point going to kill off one twin and bring in the second, but something happened with your mother that stopped this happening, she was..."

"...Yeah I know, she was molested and had Elliot."

"She had two babies Ana, two, they were starting impregnating the American twins too!" It turns out this Doctor Clifford was a part of it, he was a part of their sick plans all along and was councilor in a few schools the second twins were schooled at and did the same there, only he pleaded that Carla was too young, but her mother said they were to do it, to control her, after that he wasn't happy, she was wrecked by this action and was to be terminated, according to the notes my father has, the godly Doctor Clifford, he turned to drink and the rest you know."

"So he wasn't the baby's father," I ask, "he wasn't Elliot's dad and the other twin..."

"Fuck, Elliot has a brother?" Christian says.

"No there is only the one. The other died it was not born right? The home that he was born at was not a church place it was ran by my father and the team, right there under the noses of the establishment, and they were hoping to infiltrate America with an army of ruthless money soldiers. They used girls they found at slave auctions and planned to birth a new race of assassins, women and men who would do as your mother and aunt did, marry murder and disappear into the night. It is big business."

"Okay, no this shit can't be real; can it really, can it?" I ask.

"It would seem it can and it did. My mother, she was a part of it, she had six sets of children for the cause, Anton and I are the only ones who survived past a year, it is worse than a bad b movie and I have watched some killers with Anton. Ana when I said I mean you know harm I meant it and I will not hurt you. We are family; we are part of their twisted plan to rule the world."

"How many are left Alex and how many have had second generation twins?"

"Out of the original three hundred, it was down to below a hundred, the twin sent away often died before they reached a year old. There were many more who went mad and killed themselves when the voices in their heads took over."

"Like my mom?"

"Yes Like Carla, they too became mad, depressed and suicidal. You name it, they had it."

"How come you are okay then?"

"I wasn't part of the program, my twin died as did Anton's so we were raised by our mother and were fine."

"Good, at least they did not kill you or send you mad. What did they do to the remaining twins?"

"They started injecting the non Russian with an experimental drug early on at the clinics they attended when they were in their early teens, it was meant to make them smarter and it rid them of their consciences. Ana it made them a drone if you will, a high thinking set of monsters. The majority suffered some sort of psychosis and either killed themselves or were killed when they got sloppy, and started to use drugs to stop the voices in their heads, the drugs normal doctors gave them made them twice as bad as they were meant to be."

"I guess my mother's wasn't helped by her supposed assault, are you sure Elliot is you know a single not a twin?"

"Yes, I am sure and there were not many twins born to the second generation, they used girls with problems and drug addiction, in truth according to the records I have most of the babies were born with health issues, they stopped their plans when Elliot's twin died. They burnt the place to the ground and fled. I guess they stuck with the remaining eighty pairs."

"Eighty fucking sets of what, what are they? Blackmailers, killers, what was their purpose?" Christian asks.

"They were money makers and I am sure there were plenty of other ways they could have made money, cheaper ways, much cheaper. Hell drug smuggling would have paid them more."

"Why did it stop?"

"The cold war ended and the new and evolving technology meant they didn't have to plant a person in the office the home or in the school to get the same information. Their program was disbanded or so the Russian government thought, but my father he took over and used the girls to build up his vast wealth."

"Nene was not rich."

"She turned her back on them when your mother had you. She wasn't in it for money she really believed in Russia ruling the world. A true communist and lover of Russia and hater of all things American, she only married your father to get into the country."

"Okay, so who is my father then and how did I pass the Brooks blood test? It doesn't sound like her, but hell my whole life has been a lie, so hey what I know."

"Your grandfather, was in a Russian hospital for weeks, he was your grandfather Ana, and possibly father to more children, your grandmother was a nurse there at the hospital. There were a lot of men used as donors Ana, unwitting ones in most cases." I scrunch up my face. My Nene did that? Really? Bugger...

"How many are left then?" Gage asks.

"None now, I think Olga was the last one on the cleanup list..."

"Alex, who killed my mother and Olga?"

"The same man who killed Anton and his twin and has made sure you are safe Ana, he is my friend and if he says you are safe, you are they call him the caretaker. It seems someone in my home town found out and well they started shutting it down two years ago. They killed my father and your Nene, then as the twins started to disappear the others went underground, making them harder to find, however your mother, she did not run, but instead with the help of another of the twins, Anton Vasin they began blackmailing people, just so they were left alone."

"Fuck no..." Christian said before I could. "How did your father expect this shit to end?"

"He always said the right piece of knowledge used at the right time could start a war and or end a career, he had a lot of information on some high people in high places, people who ride Air Force One, have government positions, run governments, hell some of them still run countries, then there are the arms dealers, drug lords, and human traffickers. Chris, you name it he had it covered, he had information on it, information that Carla used. Unfortunately for her and the remaining twins, they overstepped the mark, blackmailed the wrong guy and it was then just a case of 'hasta la vista' anything can be bought for a price."

"Oh, so what was his plan then, before he was executed by the Russians? And are you sure it wasn't my mother, it was after all her kill style?"

"He bought the place in Seattle as a base for them all to return to. A sort of commune, its huge and already set up as a sort of health retreat? He got back and the warnings came and he ignored them they gave him the choice stop and desist or face the error of your ways. And Ana before you ask, yes it was the caretaker and not Carla, I know someone who confirmed this, he was the first one whose files I sent back he was happy to help, he was happy to get his company back too. I haven't slept in days trying to sort this out, I have a crack team of hackers and helpers wading through the files, making sure we the children of the cause are left alone and are no part of it."

How many more children are there, children like Alex, Anton and me? We are not children, we are fairly normal adults, from what I thought I knew of my step brothers that is. Why did he then marry one of his engineered killing machine, was he in love with my mother or afraid of her? Do I want to know more crap? No. Do I now care? No again. All I want is closure, real closure and after all this do I have a cross on my head am I an accident waiting to be killed off. Will the damned house he bought for me make me easier to find? Epic fail, on my part, I am married to a billionaire I am easy to find. Fuck a duck...

"Okay and you gave me a mad mans paradise, so please explain why I have to have it?"

"Because we don't want it and feel you need the space to relax in, you, your horses, your space, your gardens, your flower meadow and yet be near to Christian's work and life, the island does that and it is clean we have swept it and had our people in there since my father died. You can change them but they are good people, all of them. He bought it Ana to start the fucking foolish thing up again. Olga and Carla, they made millions between them. Can you imagine how much he has made with eight pairs of twins and he wanted more and wanted fresher models, he was a sick man? From what I can figure out your aunt was the last one as I said my friend was very happy to tell me everything for his file. My father left me his box; it was in his safe at his house in Russia. It was like he really thought I needed to continue with his life work. He wasn't an art dealer, the pictures and things he had were stolen or given as blackmail deals."

"We have just sent a lorry full back to Seattle, from the place here." I tell him.

"I found a warehouse full of the stuff too."

"So why do you need the boxes?"

"I have a crack team waiting to match them and give everything back that has been stolen. My father's torn sheets have the names, your mothers the things stolen and your aunts has the places where the treasures are, and in one of the boxes a bank account with enough money to run a small country for a very long time."

"There's more?"

"You wouldn't believe how much more money is involved, and there are companies that they stole from their victims too. The pilfered pension schemes, you name it they did it."

"And my Nene, my kind caring Nene she did this to her own children?"

"Your Nene was the first one to have twins."

"So her father was he involved in it all?"

"She killed her father before she fled to America, he found out what she was doing and was turning her in. Olga, she was placed with a trusted member of the team to raise as their own. At eighteen something bad happened and Olga killed her adoptive parents, it seemed to happen around the time when Carla turned up in Russia looking for the General. The parents were living in his old home; imagine the twins surprise seeing their own face staring back at them?"

"Wow..." Gage said. Alex smiled and opened his box and I opened my two.

"How did you guess Ana?"

"This picture is the same as the one on your fathers desk at the brothel. You at some point met both my mother and her sister."

"I haven't changed much since I was fifteen. However your mother and aunt had. I remember the meeting in the picture. It was taken at a twins convention in America; only in America could you actually do this crazy shit and get away with it. Why have a convention for twins?" He says with a laugh.

"Was it a convention or was it the firm getting together I wonder." Christian asks.

"Probably both. A high proportion of the twins were in America." Alex replies, is this a wind up by my husband and brother?

"How do you know they have them all?" Christian asks as he looks at the box contents.

"You would laugh if I told you Christian."

"Try me I could do with a laugh today, I lost the contract for the new telecommunications network. I am not Italian enough..."

"Their loss, the caretaker had a kill list and sent my friend photos of their kills and for each one of the eighty there was a bounty of a half a million dollars..."

"Have they claimed it all?" Christian asks.

"The caretaker has been paid and has now retired. I have the last photo of Olga and it is the same man who is seen on several other kill shots. Now can I have the lists from your boxes Ana and then we can start re gifting."

"Will it take you long?"

"No, it will take longer to find their property in that damned warehouse. Everything else is done electronically. Like yours has been done, your lot will be here too."

"Oh heck I need a drink. You lot, go get your lunches I will order ours. Are you stopping Alex?"

"No sorry I just came for the boxes; Jane is waiting for me in our hotel room. I need to get this lot started and some sleep."

"Did you set fire to my home Alex, Brooks Cottage?" I ask before he leaves, I have to know.

"No, there would be little point, your grandmothers box only has the pictures of the many in the twin army, we have the important ones, the who the how much and the where their victims property is." I hand him their boxes and as I do I get a sense of closure.

"Do we have anything to worry about Alex, do I have to have Ana watched?"

"Yes I was wondering that too." I chime in wiping the x off my head, in case there is one.

"No, as I said this shit is all they want back, they have their files and they just want what they were blackmailed into giving them back and that is happening very quickly. Don't worry, It's not like you are going to blackmail them Ana, and I have no intentions of dying for that stupid cause. It just goes to show you never really know someone as good or as well as you thought, I mean my mother, your Nene, even my father were good people or seemed to be at least. If you were to write a book, not that I am suggesting you open that can of worms Ana, would anyone believe this crap as a work of fact? I think it would struggle as a work of fiction." I roar with laughter, I am having a cosy writers office built, wherever we settle in Seattle, for my book choices now actually runneth over. Alex takes the boxes and we say goodbye. I look out onto the Grand Canal and wonder who the hell his friends are? I hug myself and think, fuck it Popeye, I have retired my inner Nancy Drew and for good too. That shit got a little too real for me. I turn and Christian is watching me.

"I think you Mrs Grey; you could attract all the wrong attention on a deserted island."

"I could if I stripped naked and danced for you."

"We need a taxi for the airport, fire up the jet and get us the fuck to a deserted island."

"Or we could go to bed and you know do what you said you would last night, show me what the Ben Wa balls do?"

"The Burmese bells are, well they are very arousing Ana."

"So arousing they will make the taking of my other, you know my butt virginity, all the better and make me wetter?"

"Ana, why do you want everything right now?"

"I am a needy greedy wife and I want to experience everything there is to know."

"Ana, after all that shit we have just gone through, I think we need to eat, we have the dinner to go to and we could if you want to that is, after dinner, come back here and we could if you want, try to do what the lemon squeezer has successfully done? You know Ana we could try to..."

"...Yeah, yeah, fuck my butt."

"Wow, you've got your docker mouth on you today Mrs Grey."

"I want you and need you now."

"Who am I to displease my wife?"

"When is dinner?"

"Eight o'clock."

"Dress up or evening wear?" I ask.

"I thought we were talking about anal sex?" He sulks.

"I was working out my time management; do I need to go all stylish in a fancy gown and need a ton of time, or throw on an evening dress and leave plenty of time for making love to me and staking your claim to my virgin territories?"

"We have all afternoon for claim staking Baby, because we need to eat, and it's an evening dinner not a function Baby, wear what you like."

"Okay then sweat pants and runners it is then, so order room service and tell the others to do not disturb, please." He grins and orders food.

Wow, I am so hornie and need him like mad. I could use that deserted island right now, I could use his dick right now, I want it and I need it like now. He orders food and wine, Yes wine, I need wine. I take off my shoes and sit on the sofa, he joins me and we make out like kids on a promise, right there on the couch, for what seems like ages too. The distraction was just what I needed. The knock on the door means lunch is ready, the butler sees to it and we sit down to eat. As the plate is put before me I salivate, the salmon looks wonderful; the salad Looks greener and prettier than any salad I have ever seen. I breathe in the fresh smell of the fish and rush for the damned toilet.


Closure for Ana and Alex, but should they take the ranch of a house still? Oh and yes she was sick again...