A/N: Another update?! And so soon? You're welcome. And now, may I present Mrs. Anastasia Grey. Wife to THE mafia boss Christian Grey. Also I apologize in a previous chapter I mistook Cupcake's name for Pumpkin. Her puppy's name is Pumpkin.

There is gore.

There is violence.

That is your warning.

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One week ago

Ana didn't know why she couldn't sleep. Pumpkin must've noticed her unease because she barked before following her to the kitchen.

"I don't know what it is, girl. I'm just a bit unsettled. Maybe I should call daddy." Ana had secretly been calling Christian daddy to her dog. She hadn't let the man know it yet, but she knew when he did he would either roll his eyes or laugh. He was currently tied up at Grey Enterprises. He was supposed to come earlier but he told her he and Ros had several projects that needed both of their attention. He did say that Ana could call whenever she wanted. It was one a.m. and she didn't know if he was still at the office, but she thought she'd give it a try. She didn't have to wait long.

"Hey, baby."

Ana blushed at his deep voice and the endearment he called her.

"Hi. I hope I'm not bothering you."

Chuckling he said no.

"As a matter of fact Ros just left. She went back to her office. She wanted to finish her own presentation. We typically don't create too many of our own presentations as we no longer have anything to prove. However we wanted to showcase our own work for this possible merger. It could easily put my company into the mid billions."

Walking to the fridge, Ana pulled out her ice cream.

"Wow. That's great. But do you ever feel the pressure of landing a deal?" Christian was quiet for a moment on the phone before snorting.

"You know it's crazy. No one has asked me that." Grabbing a spoon, Ana's eyes widened in shock.

"Really? I thought you'd be tired of hearing the same old question. Is it hard, do you ever get tired of it, blah blah blah."

Chuckling, Christian sat back in his chair.

"Well it's the opposite. I think people don't want to offend me so they don't ask. Regardless I will answer your question. No, I don't feel any pressure. Ros may, but I only get excited. I see it as a chance to sharpen my skills. See if I can convince you that what you're seeing is real. That what I'm asking for is just what is presented."

"Wouldn't that be trickery?"

"No. It's business. If I was able to convince you of something more than what I said then maybe you weren't shrewd enough. One should always know their enemy."

Smiling into the phone, Ana spooned her strawberry ice cream.

"Well then Mr. Grey. What advice would you give me? If I were to defeat future enemies?" Smirking, Christian leaned back in his chair.

"Always let them know that you will go the extra mile. It's why I'm so good at my other job. Always show them that you are the person to fear."

"I don't think I could ever do that."

"Trust me Ana. When the time comes, I have a feeling the entire world will rue the day they ever crossed you."

…..

"Ana. Ana," Taylor said quietly. Blinking her eyes open Ana glanced around trying to remember where she was. Suddenly it all came back to her. She married Christian, came home, and the man was shot.

By Elena.

Gasping, she stood.

"How is he?"

They were all waiting for the doctor to come out before she passed out.

"Right now? The doctor's say he's in critical condition. They are still trying to remove the bullet from his lungs."

Tears welled in her eyes as she nodded. She took a deep breath before wiping her eyes.

"Okay. And how is Maria?"

Touching her shoulder he nodded.

"Right now, she's fine. I have her situated at Christians-I'm sorry at your home. She was wondering what happened as she'd been out on a date. She told me to tell you that she was fine." Ana was glad to have Sawyer and Taylor by her side. They hadn't left the hospital not once. Anyone who tried to approach her were quickly waved off. She thanked them, but they only looked at one another before speaking quietly.

"You're his wife now, Ana. We will protect you with our lives."

Ten minutes later the doctor came out.

"Mrs. Grey?"

Quickly Ana strode over to the doctor.

"That's me. How is my husband?"

Clearing his throat he spoke quickly.

"We were able to remove the bullet. He is alive, but still in critical condition. We had to put him in a coma so his body could properly heal."

Ana whimpered before bringing her hands up to her lips.

"When can I see him?"

"Right now we are moving him to a private room. When he is settled on of the nurses will come and get you."

"Thank you, doctor. And doctor? Please make sure you do everything possible to save my husband. Money, or specialist are no problem," Ana spoke. The doctor saw the seriousness in her gaze and nodded.

"I will Mrs. Grey."

Once he left Ana turned to both men.

"Has Elliott been called?"

"Ye-"

"Ana!" Turning she saw Elliott following with Kate beside him. She also saw the reporters swarming the entrance and was irritated that they would stoop so low to get a story on the man.

"Elliott," she said quietly. He looked frantic as he was holding Kate's hand.

"How is he?"

"He was shot in the lung. They were able to remove the bullet, but they had to put him in a coma to heal his body. He is still in critical condition." Blowing out a breath he pulled Kate closer. She kissed his cheek before rubbing his chest.

"See. He's still with us. He's too stubborn to leave you alone." Turning to Ana she smiled.

"Hello Ana. I'm not sure if you remember me-"

"Of course. You helped me when I was in the hospital. Kate, right?"

"Right. I'm going to see what else intel I can get from one of the nurses." She smiled at both of them before heading behind the emergency doors. Elliott's phone went off, and Ana stopped him before he could answer it. Now that Christian was in a somewhat stable position she made sure Sawyer and Taylor were close before speaking. She remembered her dream. Of the conversation she had with Christian last week, and she felt that it was time. She was a Grey. And no man or woman would ever hurt what was hers ever again. She would make sure of it.

"Elliott. I need you to do something for me. I need you to make it seem as if Christian died." Eyebrows raised he stared at her in disbelief.

"I'm sorry, what? That was family members calling now. They probably need to know the next steps in case something happens."

Shaking her head she glanced over at her bodyguards who were listening with interest.

"Willow, Ros, and only these two know the truth. But I want everyone else to think he's dead. Not only for his protection, so we can catch the people responsible for it."

"What about Blake?" Taylor asked. "He's been blowing up my phone since an hour ago.

"Just tell him you're still waiting for the doctor to tell us more information. Elliott, tell Kate the same. This place is crawling with reporters and make sure it gets out Christian won't make it."

"Ana, this is crazy surely-"

"I am his wife. And I am doing this to protect him. I have autonomy over him, and I will use it."

Elliott eyes hardened as he spoke.

"He's my brother, Ana. We've been in this business together. I think I would know what is best."

Before Ana would've cowered down. But she would not be a victim no more. Christian showed her the way, and she wasn't going back.

"That may be true. But I know what's best for him now. And what I say goes. Everything is now in my name. I will do what is best. Now call Willow and tell her to meet me at my new residence," She said with finality. Elliott swore under his breath before pulling out his phone.

"Ana, I hope you know what you're doing."

"I do." Turning to Taylor she sighed.

"Take me to Land's end."

Taylor was unable to keep the respect and admiration from his gaze. Even Sawyer was impressed.

"Yes Mrs. Grey," The two men said before taking the elevator which would lead them to the garage. Once they were on it, Sawyer spoke.

"You don't want to see Christian before you leave?"

Shaking her head she pressed the button.

"I can't right now."

….

Once she arrived home she went up to their room and pulled out some jeans, a black long sleeved t-shirt and boots. She saw her black jacket in the corner and grabbed it before heading to the bathroom to shower and changed. Once she was dressed she pulled her hair back in a ponytail and strode back downstairs. She knew Willow would be waiting for her. When she saw the woman in the living room she stood before walking over to Ana.

"Sawyer and Taylor told me everything. Dear, I'm so sorry. I want to say that I agree whole-heartedly with your plan. Elliott can sometimes be emotional and not see what needs to be done. It was what worried Christian in the beginning."

Nodding, Ana grabbed her hands before taking the seat beside her she recently vacated.

"Thank you, Willow. I need your help. I need weapons. I'd also like one of your dullest knives. Thick preferably."

Eyebrow raised she crossed her legs.

"Do tell who this particular knife is for?" Seeing Taylor leaned against the wall she spoke to him.

"Before Christian and I left Miami, he told me that you had Jose. I want you to take me to him." Taylor smirked.

"Yes, Mrs. Grey."

Willow laughed huskily before patting Ana's back.

"Well then. I say we have a glass of wine before you personally end this. I do love a good, bloody tale."

Just then Maria came from the other side of the house and she ran over and hugged Ana.

"Oh my dear! I'm so glad you're alright? Taylor explained what happened. How is Christian?"

Sighing, Ana gripped her arms glad that she wasn't there.

"He is still on the fence. I'm just glad you're alright." Turning to Willow she smiled.

"Hello. I'm Ana's-"

"Surrogate mother," Ana finished softly. The woman smiled before shaking her head. Willow returned her smile with one of her own.

"We were just going to have some wine before Ana went to handle some business." Maria frowned before glancing at Ana. she knew what 'business' meant. Honestly, Maria knew if it was her loved one she would do the same. She touched Ana's forehead before kissing her cheek.

"Maybe get you some water instead? You look a little peaked," she said. Ana broke eye contact before shaking her head.

"No. Wine is alright."

…..

Arriving to the warehouse, Taylor cut the engine.

"Do you need anything else from me, Mrs. Grey?"

Sliding on her gloves she grabbed the knife.

"Other than your presence? Just the confirmation that the people you called are waiting."

"They are."

"Good."

Stepping out of the car, Ana strode into the warehouse with Sawyer behind her. Once the doors opened and slid shut, and the lights were turned on, she saw Jose in the center of the room. He was in his wheelchair and he looked terrified. He was tied to it very tightly, and he looked pale and greasy. When he saw her face his eyes widened in disbelief.

"Ana! Look I can explain. I wasn't-"

"Shut up! It's because of you my husband is dead!" Jose's eyes widened in horror. Ana inwardly smirked.

"That's right. My husband. Well, it looks as if I'm going to be a widow of two today." Ana pulled out her blade walking closer and Jose began to panic in earnest.

"Ana, please! I didn't have any part of this. It was all Elena! I admit I want you gone, but this is-" Once she was close enough to him, she back-handed him hard. It was enough to draw blood. Taylor whistled at that particular hit.

"You're nothing but a sniveling little bitch. I'm glad that Christian had your father and mother killed. You are worthless. You are trash, and soon you'll be in the gutter with the rest of your terrible family."

Jose's eyes hardened in hate but he wisely kept his mouth shut.

"What happens next is up to you. Tell me where Elena is hidden, and I'll kill you quickly."

"How do I know you'll keep your word?"

"You don't. But, if you don't want to suffer anymore I'm sure you'll start talking."

"Fuck you!"

Quickly, Ana unbuckled his pants, held his dick, and sliced the head of it off. His screams echoed throughout the entire warehouse, as blood poured profusely from the cut. Ana's eyes took on a cold hue and she took one bloody hand and smeared it over his face.

"Now. I will ask you again where Elena is, and you will tell me or I will watch you bleed out on this floor. Where is she, Jose?"

Whimpering in pain, he spoke softly.

"She's heading to her house in New Mexico. From there she has connections that can get her out of the country for good."

"What's the jet she's using?"

"The Brickson line."

Ana turned to Taylor who quickly began dialing the line. Christian knew the owner, so it wouldn't be too hard.

"What do you want them to do, Ana?" Taylor said amidst Jose's screams.

"Have them fly her to the private hangar in San Francisco. Keep her bound."

"One of Christian's men work for that line. I can have him stowed away in the back."

"Thank you, Taylor. I want that. Also call a doctor. I want him alive." Turning back to a bleeding Jose, Ana clicked her tongue.

"You disgust me. You always have. I should've never married you. I should've listened to my parents. But since they are dead, and you raped me in every possible way, you will live to pay for your crimes."

"Ana, we have a close medic on payroll. He'll be here in two minutes." Grinning evilly at Jose, she leaned close and whispered in his ear.

"Remember what you said to me years ago? Smile Jose. Smile. Nothing matters but my pleasure. Not yours. I want to see you smile," she added as tears ran down his face.

"Ana," his voice wavered. But she didn't listen. She grabbed his balls before slicing both of them off. The blade was dull and sharp enough to leave a lasting pain. Jose screamed in unimaginable pain and began to wheeze out air. His voice took on a higher pitch. Ana dropped the knife before smearing more blood across his body, making sure to get some in his mouth. She slapped at his face when his eyes would roll in the back of his head.

"Pay attention dear. This is your fate. A lovely medic will come and stop the bleeding. You will then be sold for five dollars as a sex slave. You will be everyone's bitch until you draw your last breath. Apparently dickless men are a hot commodity in the underground market. You will be fucked without mercy, for hours, and days on end. You will grow to like it. Then one day, you will just die. Wither away into nothing. And I will finally be free of you." Jose's eyes never stopped streaming tears even as he glared at Ana through a blood smeared face. Just then the medic arrived and Ana heard him swear under his breath at the amount of blood everywhere. She dropped the knife before stepping away.

Once she walked over to a wide-eyed Taylor she spoke quickly.

"Take me back home. I want to sleep for a bit before I deal with Elena."

"You want the jet to hold for the next several hours once it gets back to our side?"

"Yes. Your man will have her bound by then right?"

"Yes he will. I'll just tell the pilots to leave as soon as they land."

"Good. And place Jose's body on the jet. It'll be flying him to his new home."

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Slow clap. LOL. Anastasia ain't here to play with none of these idiots. Leave me a review! I hope this made you laugh, and cringe. Because I had too much fun writing this ish. On another note, I'm so excited to see Sandition on PBS tonight?! Let me know if y'all are going to see it.