AN: I just want to explain something about my story. 1. Christian is very OOC here. He is a young hotblooded man who is next in line to take the "throne" in the Mafia. He has a lot of enemies and he doesn't do the emotions thing unless its with Ana and his family. Thats why he's so brutal. He was raised to be that way. It's a different way of life. He's hot headed and more like his grandfather in the sense that he rather kick some ones ass and ask questions later. Carrick on the other hand is more into thinking first doing later thats why he tries to use violence as last resort. An Elliot is more of the hands on guy who handles business when its needed. He follows the rules that his father sets him.

Ana will not change into some mafia chick that goes around killing people. She will however be a badass that knows how to defend herself but she won't be cold hearted she's too sweet for that. lol She's going to be the best girlfriend she can be to Christian but with him being a hot commodity everyone's trying to take him down before he can get his shot at ruling. Why? Because they know he does things differently than his father and he gets shit done his way. That scares them.

Okay I hope I cleared that up for some people. I know its different but I like it! An I see that a lot of my readers do too. So thank you for supporting me. An thank you for all the reviews!

Sitting with my back towards my desk I stare outside of the window in my office. Squeezing the stress ball in my left hand I try to work on calming my anger. I keep thinking about Oscar DeLeon and his picture of Ana. There was no doubt in my mind that that was just one of many. A man like him liked to play dirty. Unfortunately for him so did I. My father was the level headed one. He preferred to think outside of the usual brutal mentality that came with being the mafia, and tried to do things in a business like way. That shit wasn't working for me and my grandfather is probably rolling in his grave. He always hated how tranquil my father was. I had to agree. I was a hothead and I knew it wasn't always the right way but it got shit done.

So today I'm in my office at GEH waiting for my father to join me. We had a lot to talk about and the most important was DeLeon. He needed to go. Anyone that threatened Ana needed to disappear. I couldn't concentrate on half my tasks because I was too busy worrying about her well-being. I wasn't taking any chances. I hired Luke Swayer, who came highly recommended by Taylor, to be her body guard. Of course she wasn't aware of this and I wasn't going to tell her unless I needed too. There was no need to freak her out just yet. I don't think DeLeon is stupid enough to try anything but you can never be sure. So I had Luke keeping an eye on her from a far but still close enough to take some fucker out if they tried anything.

"Mr. Grey your father is requesting to see you." I hear Andreas voice over the intercom. I tell her to send him in as we have a meeting. I swear sometimes my staff never looked at the schedules I sent out every morning. I don't even know why the hell I had to make schedules when I was paying them all six figures. I think it was time to start cutting certain people off. Walking around my desk I wait for my father to enter the room. As always he looks pristine. Wearing a tailored suit and a clean shaven face he never looked anything less then perfect. None of us Grey men did.

"Hello Father please take a seat would you like a drink?" I ask as I pour myself a glass of bourbon.

"No thanks we have much to discuss." My father states as he unbuttons his jacket. Taking a seat he watches me as I make my way back to my chair.

"Yes first things first DeLeon." I take a sip of my drink and relish at the burning sensation as it glides down my throat. I could feel it heating up my blood and I knew one glass was my limit if I wanted this meeting to go smoothly. I loved my father very much but we clashed on almost everything. It was because I reminded him so much of his father. I had the same damn hard head, hot blooded personality as him.

"Hmm. Yea I heard about your little...scuffle last night. You can't just take down everyone around us Christian...He stays." My father says with finality. I wasn't buying it though. If I was second in command like he said I was I deserved more of a say in this. I was tired of doing things his way. It never got shit done. I wanted to take matters in to my own hands.

"No. He needs to be taken out. Theres no choice." I lean back in my chair as we have a staring contest. I wasn't backing down. I knew damn well if my mothers safety was at stake this bastard would have been taken out already. I wasn't going to allow anything to come in and scare or hurt Ana. I was trying to shield her as much as I could for as long as I could.

"Why? Because he had a picture of Ana? Son you have to realize this is the game we play. We're the most powerful family in New York. Do you really think we're not going to have enemies?" His docile attitude unnerves me. How could he be so calm right now? Cause I sure as hell wasn't.

"A picture? No he had her followed. There's a problem here. Ana is connected to me now. Everyone knows I am the heir. They are going to want to come after me at all sides and they will know Ana is the only way to break me." I hear my voice rising and I bring my self back a notch. I didn't want this to turn into a yelling match. I just wanted to know what the fuck his deal was with a bunch of Puerto Ricans. As far as I knew he couldn't stand them so why was he protecting them?

"I told you years ago son never allow a crack in your armor." I can feel my fathers penetrating gaze and I can't even look up. He was right he had told me that all my life. It was okay to love but never let your enemies know who you love. It created a weakness and we couldn't afford to have those. I swallow the guilt and shake my head. I couldn't help it. Ana just brought out this passion within me that I've never had before. It was so refreshing. It was also dangerous.

"I know...I'm sorry. I can't change it now papa. I need Ana." I look up and stare at him with grieving eyes. What was I going to do? I couldn't do anything now. I made my bed now I'd have to lay in it. As long as Ana was in that bed with me I didn't mind. I could handle these assholes that were trying to break me down. I wasn't worried about me but about Ana. She's the only one who mattered at this point.

"I know son. I...am happy for you. I came here with an apology in mind. I know I have been hard on you. I held you above everyone else and I pressured you. If Ana is the one for you I'm not going to intervene. There was a time where marrying outside of what we knew was disgraceful but, your mother is right we live in a different time now. I will apologize to Ana as well. That girls sure knows how tell it like it is." My father chuckles as he rolls his eyes. I can't help but smirk. Ana sure did have a feisty side to her and she had no problem showing it to my father on occasion. I actually felt relieved that he apologized. I wanted Ana to be part of the family. I loved my family I didn't want to lose them.

"Thank you."

"Of course. Now as for DeLeon I need him. He has access to the best weapons in the market and if I can get him to become a.. friend of sorts we could do business together. You know the Kavanaghs are shit with their deliveries. I need something reliable and in good condition." I take a deep breath and rub my forehead. I understood how important this was. If I was going to take over the family business I needed to learn how to juggle personal life and mafia life.

"Fine we keep him for now but if he so much as touches one hair on her head he's dead. I won't even ask permission. I want you to know this."

"Of course. Family first." I nod my head and take a file out of my desk. It was time to talk other business now that we settled that.


APOV

"Christian let me see your hands now." I huff as he puts them behind his back. Ever since he came back two nights ago I've bandaging them up every night before I went home. To say I freaked out when I saw him later after going to his parents house would be an understatement. I yelled and cried until he told me what the hell had happened. His knuckles were swollen and blue. I had never seen anything like it. I was sure that something was broken but he told me to stop being so dramatic it was just sore.

"Ana per favore, leave my knuckles alone. This isn't the first time I banged up my hands and it won't be the last baby." He grips my waist and pulls me close to him. I sigh and look down at our touching chests. I was just worried about him. I wasn't sure how this was supposed to go. What I was supposed to say or do.

"I'm just scared Christian. I worried all night about you. Then you came home and your hands were completely mangled! How else am I supposed to act? Please just allow me this one comfort of taking care of you afterwards. At least I feel useful this way." I sniff as I try to keep my tears at bay. I didn't want to cry. Lifting my chin with his hands he gives me a chaste kiss.

"Okay Ana. If this makes you happy than bandage away Mia Vita." I snort at his cute pet name for me. I loved when he spoke Italian. There was something oh so sexy about him when he did.

"Vita huh?" I smile as I start bandaging his hands again.

"Yes, you are my life Ana." He says softly. Staring into his eyes I see just how much he means it and I can't help but feel warm inside.

"You're mine too Christian." I softly kiss both of his now clean hands before laying back against his chest.

"So tell me about your day." He rubs back and I close my eyes. Letting out a contented sigh I snuggle closer to him.

"It was okay I had classes today. I went to the house and talked with Amanda remember I told you about her? I wanted to apologize for checking out on her for a month. I couldn't help it though." I felt bad for not being a good friend but I wasn't able to even care for myself during that month. She understood of course and we even made plans to hang out soon. I would have to tell Christian. He can get so protective sometimes but I guess in his lifestyle it was actually for a good reason. I still couldn't believe he was the son to the biggest "Boss" out here. I wouldn't lie it did scare the shit out of me. I mean this is a man that I'm falling in love with and yet I could easily look past his wrong doings. Did that make me a bad person? I wasn't sure because these men he killed weren't they bad?...Then again wasn't he?

"Hey tell me whats wrong?" Christians concerned voice wakes me from my thoughts. I shrug my shoulders not really sure what to say. I didn't want him to think I thought he was a monster because in reality I didn't see him that way. I saw him as a man who had a job to do and he did it well. Thats what scared me. I guess when they say love is blind they really meant it. Then there was Ray. My father who raised me my whole life. He may not be my biological father but he was there for me and loved me when no one else did. He wasn't a stupid man. He was in the military for God sakes! He was going to take one look at Christian and just know something was up. Plus once my father got his name I knew he would get his buddies to run a background check. That would seal the deal.

"It's just... well my father. He's probably going to hate you. Once he knows who you really are he wont even want me within ten feet of you." He gives me his signature lopsided grin and plants a kiss on my nose. He was always so damn confident about everything. Don't get me wrong it was a good thing, even a sexy thing, but I didn't think it would help him with Ray.

"Probably not baby. Are you ready for that possibility?" He enquires as he stares at me. I know he's judging my reaction trying to see how I truly feel. Christian can read me like an open book. I tried to keep some things to myself but he didn't like being lied too. I guess I could understand since I didn't like it either. It was just hard for me to share my feelings. I felt like he was so good to me but we had so many obstacles to over come. It wasn't going to be easy. No great love story ever was.

"I don't know. I love Ray with all my heart. He's all I have but I'm falling harder for you every day."

"I'll try my hardest. For you I will." I look into his eyes and see that he's sincere. I know Christian would do anything to make me happy including giving up his mafia life. I couldn't do it though. I couldn't knowingly ask him to give it up for me. Thinking back his bad boy persona is what attracted me to him in the first place. I knew that I was safe with him. I was probably safer with him than I was without him. This life is what made him who he is and I wouldn't want to change that for anything. Believe it or not he's an amazing man. He may do horrible things out in these streets that I'll never understand, but he treats me with more respect than most guys would.

"I know you will." I whisper softly. It was true. I wasn't worried about him but more about Ray. Looking at the clock I feel disappointment wash over me. It was almost midnight.

"I have to go home now." I sit up and slide my shoes on.

"Hmm. No stay a little longer." He whines as he kisses my neck. I let out a little laugh as he reaches collar bone. I was always so ticklish there. Pushing him away I give him a stern look. I had been with him late every night so far but I didn't think either of us were ready for me to stay over yet. I just wanted to take this at a healthy pace. I knew if it was up to Christian we'd be living together by now. He was just that type of guy. He did things in the moment that felt right to him. He was so passionate about everything he did.

"No, lets go lover boy." I smirk as he pouts but stands up grabbing his car keys along the way.

"Fine , lets go before I bend you over this couch." I squeal as he slaps my ass. Running after him I lock the door behind me. I loved playful Christian.


APOV

I trip over my feet as I climb the stairs in the dark. It was almost one in the morning and I didn't want to wake any of the girls. Quietly opening my bedroom door I turn on my lights. I notice a box on my bed and I smile. It was probably from Christian. He spoiled me so often I don't think any thing of it as I sit down on my bed. Taking my key I cut the tape and open the box. Theres tissue paper all inside and I'm curious as to what he got me.

I reach beneath the paper and my smile quickly fades. I feel a warm substance stain my fingers and a long slithery object. Shakily removing the paper from my sight I can't help the scream that comes from within my core.

"Ana?!...Open the door Ana are you okay?" I hear Amanda yell as she bangs on my door but I can't speak. Tears fall down my face as I see the cut out tongue. Someone sent me a bloody tongue. I was freaking out and I knew this had to do with Christian. Throwing the box away from me I reach in to my pocket and fumble for my phone. Scrolling down to Christian's name I hit the call button.

"He-"

"Christian...Oh God you have to come back. Theres blood...blood everywhere." I cut him off my voice eerily quiet. I hear him curse over the phone and muffled noises.

"Don't move Ana I'm on way with Elliot. Stay where you are!" He hangs up and I'm just left staring at the blood left on my hands. With shaking limbs I crawl in to the corner of my bed and roll up into a ball. I close my eyes. Minutes later I hear a commotion outside of my bedroom door. I hear Christian begging me to open up but I can't move.

"Ana? Ana baby please open this door."

"What are you guys doing here? Who are you anyway?!" I hear Amanda yell. She had never met Christian before.

"She's not coming Christian."

"Fuck this. Move I'm kicking it down."

I hear the force of his kick as he breaks the door down. Looking up I see him through my blurry vision rushing towards me. He stops as he see the box and curses under his breath calling Elliot he hands the box to him and sends him downstairs. Crawling onto the bed he puts his arms under me and picks me up. Wrapping my arms around his neck I sob into his chest. How had they known where I lived?

"It's okay baby. I'm taking you to my place. I'll figure this all out." Christian whispers into my ear. I just shake my head and continue to cry. I couldn't form the words to express how I was feeling. I felt violated. I felt attacked. Most of all I felt like a damn wreck. I knew this was the inevitable. Being with a powerful man like Christian meant he would have enemies. Enemies who would come after me. Refusing to let him go, Christian slides into the back seat with me as Elliot drives off.

Thats the end of the chapter folks. Christian is going to lose his shit. Dont worry he doesn't kill anyone yet first he has to find out who did it. He's a wanted man right now. Ana is in shock but trust me she gets back up with thicker skin. Tell me what you think by leaving me some reviews. xoxo