Hey guys', giving you another heads up that later in the chapter, another dirty deed happens but it is not that bad. And it doesn't last too long. I'll mark it with a star ( * ) to show that's where it starts but it won't be for too long. Just a heads up.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Fifty Shades book series nor any of its characters.

Chapter Nine

Christian's POV

"Where is Ana?" He growled over the phone. His heart hammered in his chest and he felt ready to explode. Without saying anything, he ignored the curious and scared looks that watched him and he went to stand next to the window that overlooked the city. He peered down into the streets that were already being swarmed by cars and people.

On the other side of the phone, he could hear Jack smile. "She's with me and don't worry, she's fine."

"What have you done to her?" Christian nearly yelled through the phone. "I swear to God, Jack, if you lay a finger on her-,"

"It's a little too late for that Grey." Jack said and then he chuckled, his deep voice rumbling through the phone. "And you probably already knew that, didn't you?"

Christian closed his eyes and felt the anger surge through him. He was going to murder the fucker if it was the last thing he did. When he reopened his eyes, he turned to look at Taylor, wondering if they located the call yet. But when Taylor looked up, he shook his head, a frown appearing on his face.

As if reading his mind, Jack stopped laughing and cleared his throat, causing the CEO to resume his attention on him. "If you're trying to locate the call, you won't be able to." There was smudginess in his voice and it further pissed Christian off. "It's called a disposable phone."

Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath through his nose. Deep down he knew tracing the phone was going to be of no use, but he secretly hoped that the fucker wasn't thinking. He exhaled through his mouth and brought up the question at hand. "Let me talk to Ana." It wasn't a question but a demand.

"And why would I do that?"

"What do you want, Jack? Why is it that you kidnapped my wife?" What is your ultimate plan? He added silently as he prayed that Jack would at least let him speak to his wife and to make sure she was still alive in the least.

There was a pause on his side of the phone. And then a sigh. A noise that sounded like someone was shuffling papers over the phone was heard before a raspy and breathy voice came on the other line. "Christian?"

Thankfully, the piano was the closest to where Christian stood and he sank to the bench, a relief seeming like it was being lifted from his shoulders as he whispered, "Ana." There was a gasp coming from the peanut gallery but he didn't pay them any attention as his emotions swirled in his chest and he felt himself getting chocked up. "Are you okay?" He wanted to ask her a million questions but he knew he only had a short amount of time with her and it needed to count.

"Christian," Ana's voice choked up on the other line and he could tell that she was crying. She sniffled and then said, "I'm fine. B-but I need to ask you something." Despite her voice filled with exhaustion and a hint of pain, she sounded different. Like she was distracted. Maybe she wanted to make sure her time counted as well.

He frowned, that was odd. But he blinked and said, "What is it, baby?" His heart began to pound against his rib cage.

"What was the ice cream parlor called that we went to a few weeks ago?"

The frown deepened considerably. Ice cream? Why was she asking about that at a time like this? Was she delusional? But he answered her anyway, wondering why she asked, "Joe's Famous Creamy Creation. But Ana, why did you-,"

"I love you, Christian and I'm so sorry," Ana's voice cut him off in midsentence and she sounded as if she was in pain. She was crying again, clearly audible and Christian felt as if someone had reached down his throat and grabbed his heart, squeezing as hard as they could.

"Ana? Ana!" He quickly got to his feet and his heart hammered in his chest. He was about to yell into the phone again when a different voice came back on the phone, stopping him in his place.

"If you want to see your precious wife, Grey, you'll do as I say." Jack said. It was quiet for a second and he continued, "I want five million dollars, in cash, and then you can see your wife."

"When do you want it by?" He asked, not missing a beat.

"Tomorrow morning. I'll call you later with details."

Christian frowned and said, "How about today, five o'clock." He looked towards the clock and it just turned ten. That would give him seven hours to have the money.

"Oh, there's no negotiating here, Grey. I haven't had my full turn with your wife yet and I fully intend to spend every last minute with her, making sure she remembers me, always."

"What about seven million by three o'clock." Christian desperately pleaded. He couldn't help it and didn't care.

"Hm.. The answer is still no. Later." And he hung up.

Christian closed his eyes and his hand curled around his phone and he sat down at the bench again. He put his head between his hands and fought the tears that wanted to escape. His heart was still pounding and his body was tense, on edge. He needed to do something, to get all of this unwanted emotion gone. He wanted to find Ana. But how could he? At least he would see her tomorrow… maybe.

A warm hand touched his shoulder and he didn't look up, knowing fully well who it was. "Honey, what happened?" Grace asked and knelt down to be eye level with her son.

Keeping the same stance, Christian spoke through his hands, "Hyde wants five million in exchange for Ana. He wants to meet tomorrow and he'll call again to set the place and time."

"What is he going to do with five million dollars?" Ethan asked but he was ignored.

"What did Ana say?" Kate demanded, her personality coming back into play. She was no longer in Mia's embrace but now by Elliot who had an arm around her waist. She tried her best to hide all her emotions but her eyes were what gave her away.

"Were you able to trace the call?" Elliot looked towards Taylor.

Taylor stood up and shook his head. "We weren't able to locate the call. He must have been using some kind of disposable phone or he knew how to hack the system to block any tracing."

"Disposable phone," Christian muttered and stood up, the hand falling from his back. Everyone was quiet when they caught sight of his red eyes but they quickly looked away. Christian quickly rubbed his eyes and said, "I talked to Ana."

"What did she say?" Mia piped in, her anxious eyes staring at him.

He paused. What did his wife say? That she loved him. But… why did she want to know about the ice cream parlor? Why was she thinking about that at a time like this?

A frown appeared on his face as his brain started to kick into gear. "Taylor, can I see your laptop?" He questioned. His head security nodded and handed the device over without question and Christian set it down on the counter. He went to google and then to maps and typed in the ice cream shop and the results showed up. He clicked on images and began his search.

It had barely been ten minutes when he started his search when his outburst brought his family back into the kitchen from the living room. "This is it!" Christian suddenly slammed his fist on the counter, causing everyone in the room to jump. He stared at the screen and everything started to click into place.

"What's it?" Elliot asked and came up from behind and looked at the computer. He read through what his brother was looking at and he frowned. "I recognize this place." He said. "We went here a couple of times when we were younger."

"I took Ana to the Ice cream place not too long ago," Christian said and began to do more research. "And she mentioned it just now."

"What does that have to do with anything?" Kate asked, not quite understanding what was going on.

Sawyer walked out of the office at that moment and walked over to the group. He remained quiet but he had his iPad in hand with different, important information displaying on the screen.

Welch took a stance next to his employer and watched the process. When Sawyer came over, Welch took the laptop and began to do something that was too confusing for everyone else.

"What's the neighborhood called?" Welch asked without pausing. Christian told him and he nodded. "I can trace for the cameras in the area and we can find Hyde like that. I believe Mrs. Grey was trying to give you a clue about her whereabouts."

Christian nodded, already knowing and he felt a surge of pride enter him for his love. Because of her, they knew where to find her and rescue her. Things were getting better by just one phone call.

Taylor straightened his back and said, "Welch, I want you to continue to look for the information since I know this will take a while." He turned to Sawyer, "I want you to get Ryan and Reynolds and have them armed and in here in ten. Tell Clay he is staying here with the others for protection."

"Yes, sir." Sawyer quickly left the room in search for the three people.

"Where are you going?" Grace asked, her eyes wide.

Taylor looked at her, determination filling his eyes. "We're going to bring Mrs. Grey home."

"And I'm going with you," Christian challenged his security, knowing fully well what the answer was going to be.

With a shake of his head, Taylor looked his boss dead in the eye without flinching or backing down, said "No, you are not sir." Christian opened his mouth to argue but Taylor quickly continued, "I don't know if Hyde is alone or if he is working with someone and I don't know what the security is like, if he even has some. I can't put you in harm's way, sir. "

"My wife is out there!"

"And I understand that sir. But in order for me to be able to do my job, I need you here where I know you are safe so I can focus on rescuing your wife."

"Son," Carrick interrupted him before he could continue, "Listen to your men. If you want Ana to come home safe, then you need to stay here. If you go, something could happen to you and then what will Ana do? She is going to need you after this. She is going to need you now more than ever." He moved to his son and placed a hand on his shoulder for comfort.

Christian looked between his father and Taylor, torn, but after a second, reality set in rather hard. "Fine," he snapped and took his shoulder away and walked away from the small group. Taylor followed him and once they were out of ear shot, he turned to Taylor and said, "You call me once you find her. Do you understand?"

"Don't worry,I will." Taylor promised and then turned to gather his men and leave.

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Ana's POV

As soon as he hung up the phone, he crushed it in his palm and threw it across the room. I didn't watch where it landed but slightly flinched when it hit the wall and landed on the ground with a click. I barely had time to see Jack bring his fist up and connect it with my cheek. Black dots appeared in my vision and I felt weird.

"Ice cream parlor?" Jack seethed. "What the fuck was that about?"

If I could, I would have grinned. If he didn't know about the ice cream shop down the road from the playground, then he didn't know that I just gave away his position to my husband… that was, if Christian understood my clue. Please let him understand and see it!

I barely managed a shrug. "I-it was plaguing my m-mind."

"Sure, it fucking was." Jack rolled his eyes and anger radiated off of him. He stood up and walked behind me. Within seconds, he had my hands free and they fell limp to my side. I couldn't move them as they were numb but within seconds, I could feel the strange fuzzy feeling as feeling began to creep back into my limbs. He grabbed ahold of my arm and pulled me up only to shove me back to the ground. My legs twisted together and I fell awkwardly, my arms too numb to catch myself. A breath was ripped from my lungs and I squeezed my eyes shut as pain surged through my side as I hit the hard floor, tears forming but somehow, I managed to keep them at bay.

I didn't get too comfortable on the floor before Jack grabbed my head and used my hair to pull me up into a sitting position. I cried out.

"Now, let's continue where we left off from yesterday, shall we?" Jack asked cruelly and used his free hand to unbutton his jeans and pull his zipper down. I immediately shut my mouth, knowing fully well what was about to come.

He sprang free from his pants and his hand tightened at pulling my hair up and he yanked me forward, continuing to use my hair as leverage. I bit back the urge to cry out from the pain and squeezed my lips together and tried to fight back by pulling away. But Jack held me still and his dick was pressed against my mouth. I felt the heat being radiated off of him and felt a slight wet, coolness touch the in between to my lips. His arousal began to grow bigger and harder as he pressed harder against my closed mouth for entry.

"Open up, slut." He spat and then without warning, he pulled my hair up higher, sharply and I couldn't keep my mouth closed for it. A cry was ripped out but was interrupted by him shoving his cock into my mouth as deep as it would go. "God…" He gasped and immediately pulled out of my mouth only to shoved himself back in.

Ever since I had blown Christian for the first time, I knew I didn't have a gag reflex and I knew men loved that in a girl. They wouldn't have to worry about hurting the throat or only going halfway. And now, for instants, it made things easier. Now, I couldn't describe how happy I was that I didn't have one. Whether or not I did, Jack would have deep throated me without my consent and bruise my throat.

Jack started off at what I considered to be fast, but his pace picked up even more. He thrusted deep into my mouth, going down to touch the base of my throat, and then barely pulled out, only going partially half way to then slid back in. He continued this style for several thrusts and I could already feel my jaw getting cramped. But then he slowed down all of a sudden to an almost stop, and I took my chance. Right when he began to tip his head back to let out a moan and his dick played with the inside of my mouth, I brought my jaw down, hard, and bite him. I could immediately taste the blood and it began to fill my mouth up.

"Gah!" Jack nearly screamed and tried to take himself out of my mouth but I bit down harder. "Get off!" He began hitting the side of my head and it wasn't until I saw stars form did I release him and watch him back up, his hand releasing me, and fall to the ground, holding his pride with both of his hands and crying in pain. "You bitch!" He screamed with his eyes squeezed shut.

I took my chance. I shoved the pain to the side as best as I could and stumbled to my feet, shaking and hurting. But, once I made it to my feet, I located the door and began a pathetic attempt to run. But, there was one thing stopping me.

Jack somehow managed to stagger to his feet and ran for the desk and grabbed a black object from the top and held it at me. "Move and I'll shoot."

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Taylor's POV

They sped down I-5 with Ryan driving and everyone held on for dear life. It would take about five minutes to reach the neighborhood and from there, they just needed Welch to call and say which house. He looked over his shoulder at Sawyer and Reynolds and they immediately flickered their gazes over to him from the window, their attention fully on him.

"Guns will be drawn as soon as we get out. You know our target. You know the rules. If possible, don't go for the kill, but if it is your life or Mrs. Grey's life on the line, don't hesitate."

All three men nodded their heads, their faces showing nothing. Taylor turned back around and pulled his phone out and noticed he had a text message. He unlocked his phone and saw the message was from Christian, telling them all to be careful. Without responding, he slipped the phone back into his pocket and stared out into the busy road. They had one mission. And they will succeed.

The neighborhood came into view at the same time Welch decided to call.

"Taylor." He answered. To his right he saw the ice cream parlor that his boss had mention come into view.

"According to the video's on the street, the house is yellowed brick and directly across the street from the child's playground. Five houses down from the start of the street."

Taylor nodded and closed his phone. He scanned the street they just arrived on and easily spotted the house. "There," he pointed.

The SUV screeched to a halt at the curb and without the car coming to a complete stop, Taylor and the other two hopped out, their guns out and pointed to the ground as they ran towards the door.

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