When I type these out they usually come out to four pages so I'm trying my hardest to make them super long but some of you still aren't happy i'll keep trying I promise lol! By the way I'm helping my friend on wattpad write a twilight story so i get the names all jumbled thanks to the reviewer who pointed it out ! I fixed it I believe

Rolling his body out of the back of the car Elliot and I throw him onto the front lawn of Oscar Deleon's house with the word Rat written on his forehead. Personally I thought it was a light punishment for being a two timing snitch but if that's what my father wanted to dish out then that's what I would do. The bastard would suffer another beating by the hand of his boss so I knew our message would get across. It just a matter of counting the days now. Oscar Deleon would be calling my father within the week if he knew what was good for him.

"Jesus Christian you got that guy good." Elliot lets out a low whistle before driving off. My brother packed a mean punch but the problem with him was he didn't like using it. Sure he handled business when it was necessary but in his personal life he was a goof ball. If you didn't know what he was capable of you'd think he was a saint. See that's where we were different. I didn't mind the violence. I was my grandfather's favorite. He would tell me growing up that I was the only one who would truly carry on his father's legacy. I was the only one with the balls to do it.

Slamming Elliot's door behind me I wave him off and head into my building. Escala was full of the most luxurious apartments in Manhattan. Of course I owned the place and obviously had the pent house but any of the apartments would seem like heaven compared to anything else around this city. Believe it or not I actually did run my own business. It wasn't all guns and drugs every day. GEH was my baby. My pride and joy. My father had been furious with me when I dropped out of college but I knew I was going to make it. College wasn't good enough for me to even consider staying. All I kept thinking about was all the success I could have had while I wasting my time away in a classroom.

Now I was a fucking billionaire and it hurt my father to have say he was wrong. Trust me Carrick Grey never admitted when he was wrong. He was hard headed beyond belief. I get that from him. Stripping my clothes I head towards the bathroom. Hopping in the shower I scrub my skin until the bloods all gone. I couldn't believed that asshole actually had the balls to spit on my shoes. Not only was it disrespectful but those shoes probably costed more than his fucking life. It was okay though I was sure that wouldn't be the last time we saw each other.

Not even my insomnia could prevent me from knocking out once my head hit my pillow. I was exhausted and it was already 2 in the morning. I needed to be up early if I wanted to catch Ana for lunch tomorrow. She didn't know it yet but I already thought of her as mine.

Beep Beep Beep!

I slap the hell out of the alarm clock next to me. It was the third time that damn thing had gone off. Rolling on to my back I stretch until I hear my bones crack. Sitting up I roll my shoulders before heading to my shower. I had a strict regimen. Growing up it was like the damn army in our house. We had to have our beds made and shower done in 30 minutes no if ands or buts. My mother hated it but it was something my father never budged on. He said we needed structure. Till this day I did the same thing every morning. I rolled out bed took a twenty minute shower brushed my teeth and was dressed in five. Leaving me five minutes to make my bed before starting my day. It absolutely drove me mad when someone left their bed undone. Elliot couldn't care less. He was a slob.

I wasn't a neat freak at all. I had my fair share of messes but my house had to presentable at all times. It was an embarrassment if it was anything less. Waking up late I knew I only had an hour before I had to catch Ana. Getting showered and dressed in record time I throw my sheets in the laundry before grabbing a cup of Joe and heading out.

Throwing on my Gucci sun glasses as I walk through the parking garage I decide to take my R8 out today. It's been a while since I've used this baby. Cruising down the busy streets of Manhattan I take time to think about Ana. It seemed as though she knew that boy pretty well yesterday. It made me mad to think of anyone upsetting her the way he did last night. That fucker was lucky I was keeping my inner animal in a cage otherwise he would've been at the bottom of the damn Hudson by now.

Double parking my car I walk straight to the bench Ana was sitting on yesterday. She seemed like the type to keep a schedule. Sure enough at 12 on the dot there she was walking straight towards me with a bag of hot peanuts in her hands. Those things were disgusting. I didn't how she ate them.

"You again?" She calls to me.

"Yea I'm waiting for a beautiful girl to join me for lunch." Right on cue she blushes and I laugh. She was almost too predictable.

"Yea well maybe this girl doesn't want a second date… ever thought of that?" She laughs at my face and I scoot closer to her. Putting my hands in her hair I tug her head back and I hear her breath hitch. Smirking I lean down and flick her lips with my tongue. Sucking on one lip I back away and leave a trail of kisses along her jaw line.

"Ever think you might not have a choice?" She knew if she asked me to leave her alone for good I would but we both understood that neither of us wanted that. When it came to something I wanted I always got it. Anastasia was no exception I wanted her badly and although I felt torn with bringing her into this life. I knew I couldn't stay away. Letting her go I kiss her again before backing away.

"Hmmm. Maybe you should kiss me like that more often."

"I don't know then that would be spoiling you." I laugh out loud as she whacks me in the arm. She actually had a pretty good right hook. Rolling her eyes at me she goes back to munching on her peanuts while watching people ride by on their bikes. I could tell that something was bothering her but I wouldn't push it. Instead I leaned back against the bench and put my arm around her. When she was ready she would come to me.

Playing with her hair I land a quick kiss to the top of her head. Leaning it on my shoulder she reaches forward and grabs my hand. This was different. My life was so full of shit on a constant basis that I never got time to just sit and not think or worry about anything. Yet here I was with Ana on a damn bench in central park leaning on each other not saying a word but feeling content. I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket and let it go to voicemail. I knew I would pay for that later but I just couldn't get myself to care enough.

"Christian?"

"Hmm?" I feel her chest move up and down against my body with every breath she takes.

"Who are you?" My hand freezes midair with a lock of her hair stuck in my palm. I felt an emotion rise up in me that I thought I had long lost. Guilt. I felt guilty that I couldn't tell her. If I did it could risk everything. My family, my life, but most importantly her life would all be in danger. If I told her what we did, who my family was serious consequences would be a result.

"I'm me… Christian Grey CEO of GEH..."

"Why do I get the feeling you're lying to me? That there's more to you... maybe a side that would scare me beyond belief." She sits up and stares at me. I open and close my mouth not sure what to say.

"Just know I would never hurt you… that's all that matters right now Ana." It was true no matter who I was and what I did she would never have to worry about being hurt by my hands. I would never intentionally harm her…Physically. I could only hope that if and when she found out my secret she had it in her to forgive me for lying. Before I can say anything else I feel my phone going off again and sigh as I reach into my pocket. My father's name flashes on the front and I know it's time for me to go. I see Ana look down at my phone and back up at me.

"You have to go don't you?" Her voice is small and dejected. All of sudden I feel regret for leaving her hanging like this. It was the hardest part about being with me. I would be called at all hours and at that moment I would have to leave. It was a lot for some people to handle. Standing up I smile apologetically before giving her a soft kiss.

"I'll call you tonight I promise." She smiles and shrugs her shoulders before waving at me. I feel that damn pang of guilt again before getting into my car.


"Christian I've been calling you where the hell have you been?" I roll me eyes and move just in time to avoid my father's swinging hand. I came home as soon I left Ana. He had been on my couch waiting for with his damn feet propped up on my coffee table. Cocky fucker.

"I'm here now that's all that matters." I sit down and take my phone out sending a text to Ana I had another date planned and I couldn't believe I wanted to see her again. Usually I gave a two day limit before I got bored and moved on to my next play thing. The fact that she was around this long was an accomplishment.

"I want to meet Ana." I sit up straight and look towards him. I mask my shock well and relax in my sit again going back to my text message. I would kill Kate. I knew she was the one who spilled to my father. There was a reason I couldn't stand her. She was the biggest bitch I've ever met but Elliot loved her so she was family.

"I can't—"

"You don't have a choice…sei stupido figlio? You cant just hang around any type of woman you know the rules Christian. I wont ask again. I want to meet her this Sunday shes catholic right?"

Feeling frustrated I lean my elbows on my thighs and close my eyes. Bringing Ana to meet my family so soon would only add stress to our already stressful situation. There was nothing I could do about it though. Looking at my father I see how serious he is and know that if I dont show up with Ana on my arm on Sunday.. there will be hell to pay.

"Yes she's Catholic." Honestly I had no clue if Ana was even religious but as of right now she was Catholic. I would have to talk to her before Sunday about this. My family was pretty set in their ways and us Grey boys were expected to marry a certain type of woman. An after Elliot... well lets just say my father was banking on me.

"I'll just pray to the heavens that you've brought a nice Italian girl home this time because Elliot has already fucked that up." My father grumbles as he stands to grab his jacket.

It was actually a pretty serious thing in the mob. You were expected to keep it in the same culture. When Ana told me she was spanish and Irish I knew my father was going to hit the roof. It didnt matter that she was from Spain... anything hispanic reminded him of his enemies and he couldnt stand spics. I was about to cause the stir of the century when I brought Ana home with me.

I watch my father shut the door behind him. Groaning I throw my body against the couch and stare at the celling. What the fuck was I going to tell Ana?

Walking into my room I change into my gym clothes before texting Elliot. I knew he was down there already and I needed to get my pent up anger out. It was either this or shoot somebody. I was trying to control my trigger happy fingers so sparring it was.

Exiting my Elevator I walk in to my gym and spot Elliot in the ring warming up.

"I'm going to kill your wife!" I shout as I climb into the ring with him. Putting on my gloves I don't even get to block his cheap shot to the back of my head.

"Careful brother I wouldn't want to kill you." He wears a smile on his face but I know he's serious. Kate for some reason was his world. I would never understand how he dealt with her 24/7. We had a love hate relationship. Really I loved that she made my brother happy but hated pretty much everything else about her.

Squaring my shoulders I put my hands up as we dance around the mat. I keep my eyes alert and my feet fast. Elliot was strong but I had the speed. My hits packed a punch but Elliot's felt like a damn dump truck was hitting you in the face. He was the only one I had yet to take down and it pissed me off. I couldn't be the best if I couldn't beat him. Throwing out a right hook I hit his jaw and watch as he stumbles backwards. Cracking his neck he gets his head in the game and charges at me. Putting me into a half nelson he has me down on the ground but I refuse to tap out. Turning my body I send a quick elbow to his ribs making him loosen his grip. Worming my way out of his arms I shake out my limbs before swiping his feet out from under him.

"You're getting slow big brother!" I taunt him as I stand above him. This was our thing we threw punches and rubbed salt in our wounds. Elliot and I loved each other more than anything but there was always competition between us two.

Standing back up he smiles at me before coming back at me. I laughed as I floated out of his way. We were each other's biggest challenge.

"We'll see who's slow when I wipe the floor with your ass."

I scowl before zoning in on him. If he wanted a real spar then that's what he would get.

Here's Chapter 7 those Grey boys are REALLY competitive but it's all in love trust me. Uh oh now Ana has to meet his family and she's nothing like they expect. Don't worry though our Ana is tough and has a sharp tongue it's going to be great. Our Christian here is pretty tough and a big SOB unless it's Ana but you'll see that as the story develops I love all your reviews thank you3 Tell me what you think in a review. They make me happy!

Oh and Italian phrase

sei stupido figlio means are you stupid son?