Author's Note: Thanks for reading part 2, here's Part 3! I hope you guys enjoy.

"Ana?" he repeats.

"Hey, uncle Berto," I smile nervously.

"What are you doing here?"

"Just wanted to say goodnight," I reply quickly.

"Oh, okay babmolina, goodnight."

"'Night," I say nervously as I turned around to walk away.

When I reach my bedroom, I quickly turned on my computer and started my research. First, I searched my father's name, but didn't get anything other than news on his business. Then, I looked up my uncle, I found old articles from years ago on local gangs. Then, finally one that caught my eyes, something about the Italian mafia, which then led me to a list of the five most powerful families: DiGiovanni. Bruno. Esposito. Bianchi. Luciano. That has to be a coincidence, right?

After hours of research I ended up with my family tree: my father, my uncle, and my grandparents. Then, me, Anastasia Rose Steele-Luciano.

I had met my grandparents only once since they moved back to Italy. It was at my father's house warming in LA. They were fighting with my father about something, the only words I could hear were nostra, pinched, and Italy. Other than that, it was all just a huge blur. Was I really all that blind for this time? I feel so fucking ignorant.

I continued on researching everything I could find on families of New York, but until I can confirm all of this, I shouldn't jump to conclusions despite all of the arrows pointing in one direction. Before I could say anything to my uncle, I needed to figure most of it out. So after a few more searches I ended up with Cosa Nostra and their "Ten Commandments":

No one can present himself directly to another of our friends. There must be a third person to do it.

Never look at the wives of friends.

Never be seen with cops.

Don't go to pubs and clubs.

Always being available for Cosa Nostra is a duty – even if your wife is about to give birth.

Appointments must absolutely be respected.

Wives must be treated with respect.

When asked for any information, the answer must be the truth.

Money cannot be appropriated if it belongs to others or to other families.

People who can't be part of Cosa Nostra: anyone who has a close relative in the police, anyone with a two-timing relative in the family, anyone who behaves badly and doesn't hold moral value.

And apparently there is even a code of silence, Omertà, and an initiation ceremony… if they can't speak about their business, does that mean if I ask my uncle he would be under oath to withhold the truth? And how does Grey fit into all of this?

Doing more digging, I search for Grey and Luciano, but nothing turned up. What am I supposed to do? Now that I've hit a proverbial wall, I really need to talk to someone and get the real story. There wasn't much I could do now at 4 am, I will need to save this conversation for when we're both rested and I've had more time to think this over.

xx

Day soon came and I was jolted out of bed with a new sense of purpose, I will get to the bottom of all of this. Although, it was only 7 am my uncle had already gone to "work" and had left me a note.

Bambolina,

I sincerely apologize for not being a better host, but there was an emergency in my office that needed my attention. I will be coming home late tonight due to a business function. We'll catch up tomorrow morning.

Love you.

I wonder what the emergency is and where he's going tonight?

Quickly grabbing breakfast, I head back into my room to take a shower and to keep digging into my family's history.

The day flew by quickly and with each passing moment I learned a bit more about my "family". La Famiglia. Shit, I've come across some pretty terrifying things, knees getting capped, murders in restaurants, dirty cops and politicians, buying votes… the list goes on. Apparently, two years ago there was a huge bust on our family and 13 of our most prominent members were 'pinched'… the Luciano's used to be most feared of all families, but now it's headed by Leo Genovese and since then their clout had dissipated. There was a lot of talks about the Gambino and Luciano partnership, apparently these two were the closest of the five families, but in recent years things have tapered off. There were rumours that the Gambino's were the ones who helped the FBI crack down on the members of the Luciano family.

What a clusterfuck of information. Where does that place my father and uncle? How deep are they in the organization? My uncle seems pretty deep into it, I mean he's away all the time and at different hours of the night, but my father was away 24/7, too. Or were they only moonlighting as members of the mafia, because they love the taste of danger? Who was I kidding? My father is one of the cautious men I've ever met. I mean I don't know him well, but from what I do know the man is a germaphobe, drives well under the speed limit, and has never had a gun… well I've never seen him with one if that counts. Unlike my uncle who I've seen carry a glock under his suit jacket, which I may add never struck me as odd…. God I'm really self-centred. So, were these businesses a front, just very successful fronts? Or did every high-profile member have to have a high paying job to act as a beard of sorts?

Why did my father offer to send me here? Geeze, in any other circumstance I would have scoffed at his words, but no I just went with it. I don't know if I'm safe here anymore. I mean my birth certificate says Luciano, but my passport says Steele, will that grant me some sort of immunity? Am I inadvertently in the "Family" because I was born into it?

I could rip my father's head off for not telling me anything about this. Should I call him or should I wait to speak with my uncle tomorrow? I probably won't get a hold of my father and will probably have his assistant schedule a call back sometime next week. He's always too busy to answer a call form his one and only child. I should definitely wait to talk to my uncle instead.

It was around sunset when I decided to stretch my legs and finally leave the house, dressed in only jeans and a t-shirt I made my way down the street. I had only walked about 5 blocks when I reached a movie theater, which gave me an instant craving for popcorn and M&Ms…. Mmm such an amazing combo.

Making my way from the concession to inside the theater I noticed only couples were coming in, did I pick a rom-com? Shit. I should have looked at the movie poster and not just the listing. I'm definitely not into a rom-com frame of mind right now, but the ticket has been paid and I'm already here, so I resigned myself to my seat. At least I have popcorn and candy.

When the movie finally starts, I'm already bored out of my mind. It has the same generic plot. It's obvious from the get-go that the "ugly" heroine is going to get the guy, when does she not? The movie is ridiculous, hence my sporadic snorts throughout. Half way through the movie the sound of kissing noises filled the room that were definitely not coming from the surround sound. I took that as my I definite cue to leave. I'm surprised the other couples didn't complain about my irreverence to this grip your seats romance… if I were in a state of love like the the people in the theater, I would have probably thrown popcorn at me for ruining the damn movie or my make-out session.

xx

I walked past some cute little cafes taking note of them all, maybe I could have my own little spot I could go to. Where they would know who I was and what I wanted. I guess I'm just looking for some normalcy. I really need to find something to do, I should call Katherine tomorrow morning and set up some things. I did intend to take this year off to continue working and then start applying to schools. Sighing to myself I pick a random place on Google Maps and hailed a cab. Apparently, I'm headed to Midtown

Taking another short stroll, I find myself in front of the Plaza hotel, where a bunch of shiny black town cars were waiting to seat their occupants. Maybe my uncle's here too, everyone seemed dignified or maybe there's a mafia convention. I giggle to myself and continue walking passed the valet.

"Coffee Girl!" I hear the same velvety voice that shook me out of my musings. Whipping around, I am faced by a vision that my mind could not ever conjure. Ten feet away from me was Grey in the sexiest tuxedo, my mouth was wide open and probably drooling a bit. "Fancy seeing you here."

"Uh, yeah… hi," I said dumbly. God, Ana get your act together.

"Uh hi, yourself, what a coincidence that you ended up here of all places."

"Yeah…" coincidence, how did I end up here again? Oh yeah, I put my finger on my phone.

"What are you doing here?" he asks.

"Just took a walk."

"You're pretty far from Tribeca."

"What, am I not allowed to come here or do you own this place?" I cock eyebrow up, shit reign it in Ana, reign it in.

He laughs, the man actually laughs, and mumbles "You could say that," under his breath.

I grumble and turn to walk away from him, "Goodnight, Grey."

"Christian, let's go!" a whiny voice comes from behind him. A very annoying whiny voice… Since I'm a masochist I wanted to know who this voice belongs to, hence my head cocking up to see the woman who called for him. The sight left me gobsmacked; there stood probably one of the most beautiful women I had ever laid eyes on. Tall, brunette, with gorgeous curves, fuck. Even I wanted a piece of that.

"Hold on," he says curtly to her. "Have coffee with me?" he asks, my eyes widen in shock. Was this asshole for real? I don't know what came over me, but the mix of disappointment and anger on behalf of this women had my hand automatically rise and go on the attack. Though, before I could make any sort of contact, he had my wrist in his hand. "Tsk, tsk."

"Let go," I yank it away from him, "you are such an asshole. In front of your girlfriend?"

"She's not my girlfriend," he laughs, like he finds the entire notion preposterous.

"Christian!" she yells again, but now the woman has moved in closer, wrapping her arms around his. He quickly yanks it out of her grasp, and takes a closer step towards me.

"Fuck off," I seethe, his hand still wrapped around my wrist.

"Let me explain-"

"No thanks, I think I understand," I spat back at him. I yanked my arm away and quickly started walking away. Hailing the first cab I see; I quickly get in and give him my address.

I can't believe that I may have been developing a small crush on Mr. Stalker aka Christian Grey. I know that the man is good looking, I'm not dead or blind. That said, he may be handsome, but he seems like he's an evil, psycho, who doesn't respect women. It was definitely physical… just physical. Fuck, I'm a damn cliché.

When we finally arrive, I notice that there was a ton of commotion around the front door as I walked up to the building. I bee-lined to the many non-descript security guards in the vicinity, "What's going on?" I ask.

"Mr. Grey is here," he answers.

"What?!" I exclaim, frantic. I quickly walk past him and stop at the doors where two very angry Italians were mouthing off and guarding the door from Christian, while Christian and two other men were standing quite patiently in front of them.

"What are you doing here?" I ask, when I finally arrive at the front steps.

"Miss Luciano, we must escort you into the building now," one of the guards held his hand out for me to take.

"In a minute," I said to him, then turn to Christian, "what are you doing here?"

"Waiting for you," he says simply, "it seems like they will not let me step inside, so will you please do me the honour of taking a short walk with me? You will be completely safe."

"I don't think so," I say flatly.

"Please, just a short walk, you can even take your bodyguards with you."

"They're not my guards," I say quickly.

"Sure they not," he chides.

"If I take a walk with you, will you tell me why you've been following me?"

"Probably not," he deadpans.

"What about your girlfriend?"

"She's not-"

"Stop," I roll my eyes at him, but I finally concede, "I'll walk with you."

"Great," he gives me a large smile that seemed to light up his face.

Before he could see the affects of said smile, I quickly turn around and talk to the men at the door.

"Hey so, I'm going to take a walk with Grey over there, you guys are welcomed to come."

"We can not permit you to do that," the shorter of the two men said.

"Well I'm not asking for your permission," I retort.

"We'll have to inform your uncle about this."

"Seriously? I'm not ten, I'm going with or without you."

"We will be right behind you," the taller one interjected.

"Thank you."

"But we will still be calling your uncle," the shorter of the one added in.

"Whatever you want," I say as I turn to face the man in the very sexy tuxedo.

"Ready?" Christian asks.

I nod as he takes my hand and places it on the crook of his arm. The streetlights were all shining down on us while we walked around the block.

"Why did you come here?" I ask him.

"Because it was clear that you misunderstood the situation."

"I don't think I did," I said, raising an eyebrow at him.

"You did," he insists, "that woman is not my girlfriend."

"Really?" I said completely disbelieving him. Who wouldn't want to scoop her up, well… sans the annoying voice?

"Yes, really. I required a date for this evening's function and she was the lesser of two evils," I look into his eyes prodding him on, "it was either her or my cousin."

That simple statement made me burst in a fit of giggles, her or his cousin? It's like prom. Soon my giggles turned into full on laughter and then full-on fits that made me stop to catch my breath as the tears were running down my face. "Your cousin."

"It's not that funny," he mutters.

"Oh, it is," I continue laughing as he leads me to the bench. "Are you that inept that you couldn't find your own date? Was she an escort?" I tease.

"No she was not a prostitute, just a family friend, and I don't think I've ever been called inept in my life."

"I'm sorry, I just pictured a slew of women on your arm during events like those and then finding out you were practically set up-"

"You think of me?" he asks, surprise evident in his voice.

That stopped me dead in my tracks; cue my stupid blush, "Uh-"

"If that blush holds any indication, you do think of me," he chuckles.

"I don't-"

"You do, just admit it."

"I've only thought about you in passing…"

"Sure," he replies, unconvinced.

"Anastasia!" a large man rushes to my side.

I look at the unfamiliar man, "Sorry?"

"Ana, why are you with him?" my uncle's voice booms behind the strange man.

"With Christian?" I ask.

"Get in the car," my uncle says sternly, ignoring my question, "now."

"Luciano, I mean her no harm, we were just talking," Christian steps in front of me.

"Uncle Berto, I'm okay," I said stepping away from Christian, "really."

"Get in the car," my uncle seethes.

"No, not until you explain why," I say annoyed at being ordered around like a child.

"I will, when you get into the car," he says his voice even.

"Looks like she doesn't want to come with you," Christian said snidely.

"Back away from her," my uncle persists as reaches inside his suit jacket. Then within a few moments everyone had their guns out. Well, colour me stupid.

"You can't kill me, you of all people respect and follow our rules," Christian laughs.

"Trust me, death will be a pleasure when I'm through with you," my uncle spits out. The alarm in my head starts dinging, if I wasn't sure that my family is indeed the infamous Luciano's, then I am now. With every man in front and next to me cocking guns at each other, I became instantly scared, nothing like I had ever felt before.

"Will you please put those down?" I ask finally finding my voice. After a few strained seconds of silence, flashing cameras interrupted us. Simultaneously, all the men stowed their firearms away.

"Let's go, Anastasia," my uncle cuts in, I nod my head and walk away from Christian.

"Ana wait-" Christian calls out to me.

My uncle leaves my side and walks up to Christian, then speaks in the lowest most vicious voice I've ever heard him use, "Stay the fuck away from her, I know you have no morals and have no respect for anything but money and greed, but she is protected. If you pose a threat to her safety, I will not hesitate to end your life."

My uncle grabs my arm and pulls me towards the awaiting car, and then just like that it was like the entire scene never happened. I rub my hands over my eyes and close them, this is going to be a long night.