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My feet hit the pavement and my chest burns from the lack of oxygen. This was my fifth mile and I knew I would have to head back now. It was a miracle that Christian hadn't called me yet. I suppose it was because I had Swayer with me. He stayed in the background, but he never once fell behind. At least I knew he was fit.
"You ready to head back Miss?" I hear Sawyer call for me. I look at him and roll my eyes at his appearance. Not one damn ounce of sweat was on his body. Who the hell trained these men?
Nodding my head, I change the song on my iPod and head back towards Escala. I wasn't much of a runner, but now that I was with Christian I wanted to stay fit. It was the only thing that took the stress away. When I ran it was like I was releasing all the pent up anger I had into oblivion. It felt nice and I found myself running at least once a day.
I feel the burning in my limbs begin to numb and it feels as if my body's just floating. This is what I loved. Once I forgot all about the pain my body was in my mind took over. I just thought about everything. Christian is a Crime boss, Christian killing people, Christian with blood on his hands. It was only a matter of time before John Beckett got what he wanted and then I'd be fucked.
I loved Christian to death, but how were we going to survive this whirlwind? I didn't even know if we could. Every thought and doubt I have left my mind as I see my man waiting by the lobby doors. He gives me a lopsided smile and I run right into his arms, throwing my legs around his waist. Even if we couldn't survive this at least we were in it together.
"How was your run?" He nuzzles my neck as and carries me into the elevator. I giggle and press our button. He pushes my back against the cold walls. I moan at the cool temperature as it touches my blazing skin. I was exhausted.
"It was fine. You should come with me." I run my finger through his slight waves. I loved his hair and the way it fell through my fingers. Christian was a fit man and yes, he was gorgeous but he was so much more than that. I was afraid of him yes, I wouldn't lie. He was dangerous. He was exactly the type of man your mother fell in love with and your father warned you to stay away from. I knew who he was on the inside though. Christian had such a soft side and it hurt me that more people couldn't see that.
GEH was his business. His first baby. What people didn't know was he invested in many nonprofit organizations. He had his hands tied in many charities for the homeless, abuse victims, and even third world countries. That was the man I fell in love with.
"Maybe I will vita, but right now I have to go. I just wanted to see you before I left." He sets me down outside of our door. I frown as he opens it and lets me in. He had to leave at 8 in the morning? I suppose that was better than his usual 6 am. I had told him I would like to see him when I woke up before he went to go play the bad guy out in the streets. He got a kick out of that.
"Where are you going?" I ask as I grab myself a water from the fridge.
"Need to know Ana." He reminds me that I can't be involved. I'm on a need to know basis. Right. My life was in danger and I was on a need to know fucking basis.
"You're kidding, right? Christian, last time I checked they wanted my head on a fucking stick. I'm thinking we're way past a need to know." I roll my eyes as I hop onto the counter.
"Babe come on, I hate when you use those filthy words… Unless it's in the bedroom." Christian gives me a look before standing between my legs. He had a thing with me cursing. Apparently it wasn't lady like. I scoffed at that. What century were we in again?
"Fuck, fuck, fuck." I squeal as he grabs my chin, making me look in his eyes.
"Stop cursing. I'll be back before dinner. Don't cook please." He gives me a wink before kissing my cheek and freeing my face from his grasp. I rub my chin sticking my tongue out at him. He was so controlling. I had to admit he was working on it for me though. That was better than nothing.
"Hey! I'm learning. Don't bash the student." I call after him. I hear his loud laughter and I jump off the counter grumbling under my breath. Okay, I wasn't the best cook, but Kate was teaching me. It would take time! Christian refused to eat my food. The last time I cooked I burned the chicken so bad. He wouldn't let me in the kitchen for a couple days. That was before the Gala. I was ready to get back in there and start practicing again. Kate was coming over at noon to teach me the basics.
I head into our bedroom just as Christian was about to leave. I hated this part. I hated when he had to go and I wasn't sure if he would come back.
"Come back to me." I pull him into a hug squeezing him tightly before letting him go.
"I will. Try not to burn the kitchen down." He chuckles as he gives me a kiss and walks out the door. I sigh as I head into the bathroom. I turn the shower on as I strip.
The water feels amazing against my tense shoulders. I lather up my loofa. I couldn't stop thinking about Christian. I had a bad feeling about today. I know most of the time he told me I was over reacting, but today was different. I was sure of it.
I jump as I hear a thud coming from the bedroom. It was probably just Swayer. I shut off the water and step out of the shower. I grab the towel next to the door.
"Sawyer?" I look around my bedroom seeing black boots peeking out from under my bed.
Before I even have a chance to scream a hand covers my mouth and grabs me by the waist. Panic sets in and I know that must be Sawyer's body on the floor. My attacker lifts me off the floor and I try my hardest to fight him off. I press my feet against the wall as he carries me out of the room and push off of it. I send him flying backwards and he hits his head. His hands loosen and I take that opportunity to run. Christian told me about his office. I just had to make it to his office downstairs. It was a safe room.
I was too slow for my attacker, though, and he pulls me by the hair snapping my head back. I scream in pain as I look up and at the stranger's face. I feel my fear set in as I see his brown eyes. They were lifeless. This man was a killer and I was his next victim.
CPOV
I cringe as I see Elliot take a line of coke. Ever since we're kids he was always dipping his fingers into that shit. I never touched it. Alcohol was my poison, but, that was before I met Ana.
"God." He leans his head back feeling the high take over his senses. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he looks at me. Shaking my head, I slap the tin tray out of his hands.
"What the fuck man?!" He yells while bending down trying to salvage the white powder scattered over my floor. This is why I hated brining him to the office in my club. This place was filled with drugs and he could never resist.
"Stop that shit. It's embarrassing God El clean yourself up before I tell Kate." I threaten as I take my seat. Pulling out my briefcase I take out the Manila folder that lies inside. I know Kate would have his balls if she found out about his guilty pleasure.
"Whatever man show me what you have." He throws himself onto my couch and I scoff at his face. His mouth was hanging open and his pupils were dilated. There was no way he'd be capable of doing a job tonight.
"We have pictures of DeLeon." I lay them out on my desk. "The fucker is in Chicago."
"Oh man C. That's way out of our stomping grounds." My brother groans taking out a pack of cigs. I sigh and pour myself a scotch. He was right. I was powerful in this city but, Chicago belongs to the Kelly family. One of the oldest Irish-American crime families around. Let's just say we had our differences. The Irish and Italians didn't really see eye to eye.
"True, but we have an advantage." I say smiling. It was true too. I never thought Elliot marrying Kate would be a good thing, until now.
"What's that?" He questions. Lifting his head, he takes one look at me and I see it dawn on him.
"No. No fucking way." He stands shaking his head so hard I thought it was going to fly off his shoulders.
"You have no choice. Now shut the fuck up and listen." I snap. I was getting tired of him being a pussy when it came to Kate. Jesus Christ! He was supposed to be a made man. He was acting like a pansy.
"You will call John and arrange a meeting. If he can't go to Chicago then Ethan will." I say with finality in my tone. There was no questioning me. The Kavanghs were Irish and they could get DeLeon and bring him back to New York. No one had a choice in the matter and anyone who thought they did would be looking down my 9mm's barrel.
Elliot curses me off and stomps out of my office. I didn't give a fuck. He'd get over it. Frankly, if it had been Kate with a bounty over her head, he'd already have been in Chicago himself. So his opinion didn't matter to me.
I scan over the pictures of Deleon walking the streets of Chicago. He was smiling as if he had not one fucking care in the world. I laugh bitterly at the thought. He should have stayed hidden indoors because when I got my hands on him, he'd be begging me for mercy.
I see my phone light up on my desk and check the screen. It was Taylor so I answered it hoping he'd have more information for me.
"Boss?" I immediately tense at his tone.
"What's wrong?"
"It's Ana boss." Pushing my chair back, I grab my coat and head out of my office my phone still attached to my ear.
"What the fuck is wrong with Ana?" I stay calm. I wanted to know what was going on before I started murdering fuckers.
"She's gone. They swiped the place. Took out every guard in the fucking building Boss. This had to be a professional." I curse opening the door to my car.
"How the fuck could someone take out 22 of my best men?!" I yell putting my phone on Bluetooth. I don't even bothering looking for traffic as I speed out of the parking garage.
"I don't know Boss. I just got here. Sawyer wasn't answering and I had a bad feeling." I tighten my grip on the wheel as I do a 100 mph down the city's streets. I was going to end up kill some fucking pedestrian, but I didn't care. Ana was gone and I had no idea who the hell took her. She could be dead by now and it would be all my fault. I brought her into this fucking life.
"Fuck! God fucking dammit! Check all the CCTV's. I need to know who the fuck has taken her Taylor! I have some big enemies out here. I'll be there in five." I say goodbye and punch my steering wheel as I feel panic set in. Anyone in the whole fucking tri-state area could have Ana.
Okay please review. I won't be updating till you do! We have so many viewers but no feedback. It's not just to stroke my ego I want to know how the story is the most important thing. Thank you to everyone who has reviewed I love you all and your feedback. Also would you guys want me to set up a blog where I would give you sneak peeks of the chapter before it came out? I saw that somewhere and it seemed pretty cool. Let me know in the comments! Ana is gone. Christian found DeLeon. Elliot does coke yes I know that's bad but it's common with "made men" (so I've read in my research) and he's not addicted he just likes it. Tell me your thoughts on this chapter oh and Ray was supposed to show up ! What's he gunna say when his baby girl isn't there?
