Here it is! Please Enjoy. R&R Please! Also Ana is Irish and Spanish and no she's not catholic to those who say it is unbelievable well also live in modern America which is the time frame she grew up with just her step father who did not raise her as catholic anything is possible thanks for reviewing :)

Two weeks. Two weeks without Christian and I felt like I was wasting away. I hadn't called or texted him since dinner at his parents. What was I supposed to think? His family was in the Mob. His father was the biggest crime boss there was. I had done my research as soon as I got home. I couldn't believe the stories. All of the people they've killed, hurt and tortured. Yet here they were walking the streets of New York like they were innocent. Apparently the police could never convict for "lack" of evidence. I had been so stupid to not know that Christian was THE Christian Grey. I mean his family was all over the damn media and yet I had no idea who he was. Ray always told me my lack of awareness would get me in trouble one day and here I was falling in love with a mobster.

Walking out of class I head towards my house. I was tired and didn't want to be bothered. I hadn't slept and barely ate in the past two weeks. It wasn't healthy but I wasn't myself. I wanted to call Christian up and tell him everything was okay. I wanted to tell him that I didn't care that he was a dangerous man. I didn't care what he did for a living… but that would be lying. I did care. I cared because I knew I couldn't be with him unless I accepted his reality. Could I though? Could I be okay with someone that murdered and did illegal things hurting people and their families in the process? I wasn't sure. It scared me how much I wanted to be okay with it though.

I didn't want to change. I didn't want to become indifferent to such cruel acts of violence. I didn't want to lose my sense of compassion. Would that happened if I got involved with him? Once I got involved with a man like Christian Grey I couldn't just leave… could I? Would I be hurt if I tried? There was so many things running through my mind. I couldn't concentrate and my migraine was pounding.

Walking inside my home I had straight upstairs. Dropping my bag I throw myself on my bed. I was exhausted. Feeling my back pocket vibrate I look at the screen groaning when I see that it's Kate. She had been calling me since I quit her father's company. I wanted nothing to do with that at all. To think I thought Kate was just a normal girl. She was born in to the second biggest crime family and married into the most dangerous. It was unreal.

"Yes?" I snap as I answer her call.

"Ana! Finally… look I'm sorry okay? You won't talk to me or answer my calls. If I could have told you I would but I have my own life to think about…the consequences of me telling you was my own goddamn LIFE!" She shouts and I close my eyes. She was right I couldn't have expected her to tell me this secret. She was just as much a victim as I was. She was trapped in to secrecy.

"I understand Kate… it's just hard for me right now okay?" Rubbing my eyes I lay my head back on to my pillow.

"I get that but Ana… I've never seen Christian like this. He's devastated. He won't talk to us. He goes out to work and he's brutal Ana. He's on a downward spiral without you. Please just talk to him." I sigh and think about it for a moment. I wasn't ready. I was terrified. Christian had this secret life. He wasn't a good man. How could I trust him not to hurt me?

"I ... can't Kate. I'm sorry I have to go." I quickly hang up and let my tears fall. I was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Either way I went I was fucked. I chose Christian and I had to embrace the life of the Mafia. I didn't choose Christian and I miss out on the only happiness I've had in a long time since Jose.

Jose was a good man to me throughout most of our years of dating. That was until our last year. He was hurtful, violent and a cheater. He lost his temper at every moment and would take it out on me all because his guilt of having an affair was eating him alive. I didn't want to go through that again. I just couldn't.

Hearing a knock at my door I groan as I get up to answer it. I wasn't sure which sister could possibly need me considering I had been completely anti-social these past few weeks. Opening the door I see Amanda standing there with an envelope and a wary smile.

"What's up?" I wasn't in the mood for small talk. I just wanted to sleep and never wake up again. I was dramatic I know but it is how I felt.

"This is for you found it taped outside our front door. I hope whatever has been upsetting you lately… is fixed. We miss you Ana." She whispers before walking away. Leaning against my door frame I stare after her. I felt like shit for completely dumping my girlfriends like that but I had a broken heart. I wouldn't say I was in love with Christian but man was I falling hard.

Looking down at the letter in my hands I see his name on the front. Sitting on my bed I toss it between my hands before letting out a deep sigh. I might as well read it. Opening the letter I sit back against my headboard.

Anastasia,

I'm sorry for not telling you sooner. I wanted to tell you. You really have to believe me when I say I never wanted you to find out that way. It's been two weeks since I've heard from you. I'm dying here Cara. I miss you. I miss your smile, the way you blush when I touch you, and the way you sass me for every little thing. I know it may seem scary… what you heard on Sunday, but I'm still me. I would never hurt you. I would never betray you and I would never lie to you. Once this secret was put out in the open I promised myself from then on if you still wanted me… I would be at your beck and call. I've never needed anyone in my life Ana. Yet I feel like I need you to survive now. Don't let this tear us apart. If however you don't want to see me again. You need help Ana. There are people out here who won't let you go with our secret. Please just call me.

-Christian

Throwing it on to my bedside table I curl into a ball. Either way I needed to see Christian if I wanted to make it out of this city alive. What had I gotten myself into?


Christian POV

Walking into the warehouse I head straight to the back office. Sitting in my chair I wait. I see Elliot on my left and of course my father is not present.

"Are you ever going to speak to our father again?" Elliot's voice sounds solemn and I know it's because our family is never like this. We always stick together no matter what but this was different. I was furious. Ana was the only light in my life. Carrick Grey destroyed that. I couldn't forgive him for that yet.

"No." My reply was short and angry. I didn't give two shits how much my father called me or how many times he threatened me. It didn't matter to me anymore. I was here doing my job and that's all that mattered. He was lucky I was even doing this.

Hearing the door open I stand and walk around my desk. Leaning back against it I cross my legs and my arms in front of me. Smirking I see Oscar Deleon and his rat Jack Hyde enter. I knew they'd be back. They chose a bad time though. My anger wouldn't spare them any mercy. Not today.

"Welcome gentleman please take a seat." I point to the chairs in front of me. I notice Jack has both arms and legs in a cast. His face is pretty beat up but at least he was alive. I wasn't sure if that would be the case for long.

"Ah the infamous Christian Grey. I was hoping we'd get a chance to talk soon seeing as though you've taken it upon yourself to punish one of my men." Oscar Deleon says as he watches me. If he thought he could intimidate me he was really mistaken. I'd have him dead in seconds.

"Yea well you took it upon yourself to put a rat in our circle. Unless you want a bullet through your brain I'd suggest you take a seat." Smiling I walk around and sit back in my chair. Knowing what's good for him Oscar takes his seat while Jack rolls next to him in his wheel chair. Snickering I shake my head at the sight. I never liked Jack Hyde. He was a fucking pervert. Men who prey on woman like he did deserve to be dead.

"So you think you can come into our territory and sell on our land? I'm sorry Mr. Deleon but that's not how it works. First you didn't even make your presence known to my father. He's the head of all bosses here. You should have addressed him." Staring me down, he slowly cracks a smile. Reaching under my desk I feel for my firearm. I wasn't taking chances. I could tell this guy didn't play by the books.

"Your land is already my land Grey. Tell your father pretty soon he'll be having to make visits to me." Grabbing my firearm I walk around to him and push the barrel of my gun into his stomach.

"Is this what you want? We're not playing games here." Taking the butt of my gun I knock him over his temple. His body sags as he loses consciousness.

"Give me my knife." I say to Elliot. Staring at me he hesitates before shaking his head and grabbing it off of my desk. Taking it from his hands I rip open Deleon's shirt. Carving CG in bold letters right into his chest I throw him back against the chair. Dropping my knife on my desk I take a rag and wipe my hands.

"Take him home drop him off at his house and take this scum bag with you." I say pointing at Jack. I wanted them both out of my sight. I carved my initials in to his chest so he would have a constant reminder of who he was fucking with. If he wanted a war against our family he better be ready for a lot of casualties. That includes himself.

Heading towards the back of my office I open a door. It was filled with suits for occasions like this. Sometimes things got a little … messy and I needed a change of clothes. Picking out a brand new suit I undress while thinking of Ana. I had avoided her at all cost for the last two weeks. It was killing me. I left a letter at her door this morning and still I hadn't back from her. She didn't understand the danger she was in. It was one of the main reasons I haven't talked to my father. He knew that she wouldn't have a choice once he told her who we were. The way things worked… if you knew about the mafia you either became involved or you were killed. Simple. Except it wasn't so simple when it came to her.

I didn't want anything hurting her and I didn't want to force her into a life that she didn't want. I would help her disappear if that's what it came down too. Hearing my phone ring I pull it out of my pocket. It was my father. Rolling my eyes I ignore it and head to my car. I wasn't speaking to him anytime soon. Every time he had a job for me Elliot informed me. Church on Sundays? Hadn't been back since I was there with Ana and that includes Sunday dinners. I knew my mother had ripped him a new asshole after I left. Elliot told me she went off. She was tired of him putting so much pressure on me. I actually laughed when I heard that. My mother had been telling him that since I was 8 years old. He didn't care then and he sure as hell doesn't care now.

I admit since Ana walked out on me I had gone on a rampage. Every hit I did, every drug deal, or gun sell got messy. My anger was getting the best of me and I knew I had to reign it in. I needed to get myself under control. Causing problems and killing every crime family out there wasn't going to solve this problem for me. It did get my anger out but that wasn't a good enough reason according to Elliot. Whatever.

Pulling up to my building I hand my keys to my valet and head inside. Stepping in to the Elevator I check my phone for hundredth time today. It was no use I knew she wasn't going to call me anytime soon. That's what killed me. I was waiting for something that wasn't going to happen. I was never the type to chase after something that couldn't be mine. Then again I never met someone that I couldn't have. Most people would dive at the chance to be with me. Not Ana though.

Walking out of my Elevator I take my Keys out and head inside. My lights were on and there he was sitting on my fucking couch like all was well.

"What are you doing here?" I grit out.

"To see you. Where have you been? Your mother is driving me crazy. You need to stop this shit and get your ass back in church." My father says to me while taking in my appearance. Yea I was dressed to the nines but I knew my face looked like shit. I hadn't shaved in two weeks and my eyes were blood shot. Too many late drunken nights. The bottle was the only thing helping me forget her.

"Fuck off. Get out of my house." His eyes go black and I know he wants to strangle the shit out of me. At this point he could try but I didn't want to be responsible for killing my father.

"Is this estraneo really worth it? You're losing your family." I feel my blood rise and I pace the room. Did he really think that Ana was some outsider to me? She was more than that.

"She not a fucking outsider. She was a girl that I actually saw a future with. Some one that wasn't afraid of me. Someone that didn't take my bullshit. If I lose my family because you're prejudice against everyone and anything that's not Italian… then so be it. Now get the fuck out of my home before I do something I regret." I say while stopping to stand right in front of him. I wasn't afraid of him at this moment. At this moment I felt nothing for my father. For once in my life I actually felt ashamed to be his son.

Watching him put on his jacket I slam the door behind him. I walk in to my study taking out my bottle of Hennessy. There was nothing for me at this moment. I didn't realize how happy Ana had made me in such a short time of knowing each other until she walked out of my life. Grabbing my glass I drink myself to sleep. Two weeks and one day in a row.

Two weeks down for poor Ana and Christian they're miserable. Christian is going crazy and Ana is depressed. What will they do? Either way Ana will need Christians help if she wants to be ridden of anything Mafia related. I'm trying to keep that "love at first sight" thing going for Ana and CG like in fifty shades. It was like they just knew they were meant to be together somehow. Tell me what you think? I love all of your reviews and opinions.

Estraneo means outsider/ stranger. An once again Cara means "dear" like love its a term of endearment that's why Christian calls Ana that.