AN: Thank you for all the feedback. I'm posting this just for you guys today. Some of you pointed out that Ana was a good cook in previous chapters You were right I went back and changed it she's a bad cook now lol I just want her that way idk why. Thank you for pointing that out to me guys! This is why I love your feedback its like having an extra pair of eyes! So thank you again. Oh by the way this chapter may contain triggers for some people. It is graphic so please if it is too much for you then don't read the first half with Ana. She is... naked and tied up. So yea I can't really explain without giving too much away.
The room is dark and the floor feels damps as I feel around. I groan in pain as I sit up. My captor was less than friendly when he threw me down here. These men were definitely after Christian. I heard two more voices when I was dragged in but I wasn't able to see them because of the blindfold that covered my eyes.
"Christian's side piece is being brought downstairs as we speak. Trust me when I say he'll be knocking on our door any day now." That was the last thing I heard before I was thrown down a flight of stairs. My eyes adjust to the lack of light and I can tell I'm in the basement. There are boxes scattered all over and a small window near the back of the room. It wasn't big enough for me to crawl through, but maybe I could see someone and get help. It was all I could think of at the moment.
I stand, making sure not to make too much noise. I didn't want him coming down the stairs. I still didn't know his name but it wasn't like it mattered anyway. He wanted to kill me. I knew that much. Standing on one of the boxes I grab the window sill. I can see the front lawn and the street outside. It was dark out. Had it really been hours already? I remember taking a shower and hearing something fall inside of the bedroom. I now know that was Sawyer's body. Oh God, Sawyer. I had grown to love that man. He was my annoying CPO, but he was always there, ready to risk his own life for mine. I hope he wasn't dead.
I see men walking in and out of the house, but I can't really make out their faces.
"Hey!" One spotted me and yells while pointing right at me. I lose my balance and fall backwards. My back hits the concrete floor and I turn on my side from the pain. I can hear footsteps stomping down the stairs and my heart rate picks up. I had no idea what these people would do to me now. I wasn't used to this shit. I didn't know anything about this lifestyle beside that fact that involved criminals. Criminals that now held my life in their hands.
"Get the fuck up." I feel someone kick my back and I scream out in pain. Dammit, that shit really hurt. The sick fuck laughs and drags me by my hair when I try to stand. I stumble over my feet as he pulls me upstairs. It was only then that I realized I was still fucking naked. Whimpering, I try to cover my body by my attacker slaps my hands away as he throws me onto the couch. I look around and see five other men watching me. They weren't trying at all to cover their face. That only meant one thing. They were going to kill me. A made man wouldn't risk his identity in a fucking kidnapping unless he knew that the victim wouldn't be a problem after it was all said and done. Unless Christian found a way to get me out of here I was done.
"I can see why you have Christian Grey falling over himself." I look up at the guy who dragged me up here. He was the same man who kidnapped me. He had jet black hair that was in a pony tail. He looked like a grease ball like a fucking scumbag. I spit in his face and smile as he wipes my saliva off of his forehead. Fuck this. If I was going to die, I was going to die fighting.
He scowls at me before stalking up to the couch and pulling my legs. Yet again, my back hits the floor and I have to hold back my groans of pain. He leans over me taking out a tiny blade and holds it to my neck.
"Do that again and I will kill you." I push at his chest, trying to get away from him and his knife. I can hear the laughing in the background and I feel scared. Why were they all in here? Was I going to be tortured?
"Ricardo! Get your fucking ass up off that chair and help me tie her up to the cross. I whip my head around, spotting the cross that he speaks of. Who the fuck has a Saint Andrews cross in their damn living room? The fucking mob that's who. I scream and kick and fight with all my might but it's no use. They cuff my hands first and then my legs. I bite back my sob as they chain my neck last. I wasn't going to cry in front of these bastards.
"Now look at the camera and smile for your man sweetie." Ricardo sneers at me. I try my hardest to flip him off even though my hands are cuffed. I look away as he snaps pictures of my exposed naked body. I felt like throwing up. They were going to send these to Christian. He was going to go insane. I knew Christian and the more they antagonized him, the more hell there was going to be to pay.
CPOV
"We have to fucking find her. It's nearly been twenty four fucking hours. She's dead! Oh God, I bet they fucking killed her." I mutter as I pace the room. Pulling at my hair I see my father and brother look at each other. They're exchanging glances and I know they're keeping something from me.
I grab my brother by the throat and pin him to the wall. He knew something about Ana and yet he was going to sit here and hide it from me? I didn't fucking think so. Taking out my gun I hear my father yell at me to stop, but I was far too enraged. I press it into his fucking temple.
"What do you know? I swear to God brother when it comes to Ana I will blow your fucking brains all over my goddamn walls." I push the metal into his head making him wince in pain.
"Okay! Okay, we got something literally ten minutes ago and we weren't sure whether we should show you." I drop him letting his body fall to the floor. He was clawing at his fucking throat like a rabid animal but I didn't care.
"Show me." I say simply as I go to sit behind my desk. My legs were shaking and I didn't think they'd be able to hold me up for much longer.
"Christ-" My father begins, but I cut him off. I didn't have time for his shit tonight.
"Show me!" I slam my hand down on my desk making it shake violently. I needed to know what they knew. I needed to know as much as I could about Ana's whereabouts.
"Fuck, alright man here. Just don't fucking shoot the messenger." My brother throws a folder at me and goes to stand behind my father. I roll my eyes. Coward.
I open the folder and gag. This couldn't be real. There was my sweet Ana tied to a fucking Saint Andrews cross as if she was some fucking show and tell exhibit. Her body was completely naked and open for everyone to see. Her face is turned away from the camera in one shot, but in the next one I can see her eyes perfectly. I can see the fear in them and I stand up cursing these bastards to hell.
"Look at least she's not dead." My father reasons.
"Not dead? Are you fucking kidding me?! She naked hanging from a piece of fucking wood no doubt in a house full of men. Disgusting vile men, do you know what the men involved in our lifestyle do to women like Anastasia? They beat them, torture them, humiliate them, and fucking rape them. They take away their reason for living and they break them. They break their fucking spirits!" I seethe and punching a hole right through my office wall. They were going to break Ana if I didn't find her soon.
"I know that! But, we have to keep a level head so we can find her." My father watches me as I take my gun and walk out of the room. Where the fuck was Taylor?
"Taylor!" I bellow as I stalk into the kitchen.
"Yeah boss?" I see him on the computer and I grab him by the collar, throwing him out of the fucking chair. I wasn't waiting for him to review the cameras I'd do it myself.
"Move out of my way. You're all incompetent. You let Sawyer know that if he makes it out that fucking hospital I'm going to kill him. Every last one of you will fucking die if Ana dies!" I point my gun at him as I go off. How could twenty-two of my best guys be caught so off guard? They were all knocked out. Tranquilized, by a fucking dart. Who the fuck even uses those anyway? I'll tell you who. Cops do. This was an inside job and I knew who to find but first I need to watch these CCTV's.
I press play and watch as a man dressed in black enter the building. My front guard was already taken out at this time and nothing was stopping him from getting to Ana. The next scene he's kicking my fucking door down and scoping out my apartment. I see from my camera in the hallways that Sawyer hears him. He runs to find Ana first. It's too late by the time he gets into the room because his fucking attacker knocks him out cold.
I stop and pause the tape as I notice something peculiar. Up until this point the attacker had on a mask, but he takes it off. I would know that damn pony tail from anywhere. It seems Jack Hyde was back in New York and he was the one who took Ana. So Jack comes back and DeLeon runs off to Chicago? Something was going on here. My heart rate speeds up as I see Ana walk into the bedroom. She's in nothing but a man towel when Jack grabs her from behind. I can see her struggle and I'm proud of her when she plants her feet against the wall and kicks off of it. She sends Jack flying backwards and he smacks his head against the wall. She runs and I know she's trying to make it to my office. I slam my fist in frustration when he gets her anyway. She was so fucking close.
My brother and father walk into the kitchen and I turn to face them.
"It was Jack fucking Hyde." I say through my clenched teeth. How could I have been so stupid to leave her. I should have known that once DeLeon left Jack would be back. They were working as a team, but, I knew the Captain was their accomplice. Everything about this invasion screamed cop work. It was too stealth and too clean. We mob men liked to get a little dirt on our hands with shit like this.
"Elliot, take Taylor with you and get the Captain down to the warehouse." I slip my gun back into the holster as I stand.
"The fucking captain? How the hell are we going to get the CAPTAIN of NYC's homicide department?" My brothers complaining pushes me over the edge, but my father holds me back before I can pummel his face in. Did I care how he got the Captain? No, I just needed him to do it.
"I don't know. Just fucking do it. Stop being a little bitch and do it. While you're at it, make sure the Kavanagh's are getting a move on. They need to be in Chicago tonight." I push my fathers hands off me and head back to my office. I had a couple of things to take care of before I could meet the captain. The first was Detective Clayton.
CPOV
I drag his body across the cement floor. I could see his skin rubbing off leaving a blood trail behind us. I didn't care. He was going to answer some fucking questions along with his boss. I open the door to the empty warehouse. I see Elliot and my father standing there with John Beckett tied to a chair.
I throw Paul Clayton right next to his chair. It wasn't that hard to find him. He thought if he played it cool and went to work like normal I wouldnt suspect anything. Well, I showed up at the precinct and knocked his ass out and stiffed him into my trunk. He was in the side alley so no one even noticed he was missing.
"Well, Captain it is so nice to see you again." I smile as I walk to the metal cart next to my brother. I see a gun, a knife and a blow torch. I nod my head looking at the floor and I see the gallons of water along with acid. If I didn't get my answers there was gong to be hell to pay. They were already going to be killed by the time this was over. How they died just depended on their cooperation.
"Fuck off Grey." He spits blood on my shoe and I just smile while shaking my head. Grabbing a second chair I tie Paul up and slap his face till he wakes up.
"Rise and shine lover boy! We have some business to attend." He groggily opens his eyes taking in his surroundings. He sees John sitting next to him and he struggles against the rope. He wasn't getting out…not ever.
"So tell me boys, where is Ana?" I raise on eyebrow as I take the knife of the tray. I see paul watching my every move and I send a him a smirk. H knew what I was capable of. He's seen it in my files. I was going to torture him like he was one of those John doe's he's read so much about. Except it was worse for him because he's taken my one reason for living away. I didn't take kindly to that.
"Tell him." Paul whispers harshly to John. His captain sends him a look before staring at me.
"I don't know where your girl is Grey." Paul groans shaking his head. I sigh dramatically before taking the blow torch off the table. I put the flame on to my knife and watch it heat the metal. It turns orange and then black from the heat. I bend John's neck back and pacing the burning knife to his throat. He screams in agony but I don't let up.
"Elliot, pour the acid into two small bowls." I calmly order him. Taking the knife off Johns neck I see the skin peeling off. Shrugging my shoulders I put the blow torch's flame to the knife again.
"No matter what you do Grey I wont tell you a thing." John laughs in my face and I feel my anger grow. "You're dead and so is your girl."
I take the hot knife and stab it in to his shoulder. Taking joy in his pain I twist the knife until it pierces straight through coming out of the back of his shoulder. His throws his head back screaming in pain.
"Elliot, his hands." I step back ripping the knife out as I go. His body slumps forward in exhaustion. I wipe my knife clean as Elliot rolls two extra cart over to John. Each cart has one bowl of acid sitting on top of it. I couldn't find Ana unless these two gave me the information I needed. The simple fact that they knew where she was and I didn't made me infuriated.
I turn towards Paul as Elliot dips Johns hands into each bowl. Paul throws up on himself as he sees the flesh on his bosses hand bubble and blister. Johns agonizing screams fill the air and I see my father sitting in a corner reading the fucking paper. Why was he even here? He never takes part in the dirty work. He could've just stayed home.
"So tell Paul are you going to give me information?" I flash him my knife as I circle his chair. I was thinking of a different punishment for him.
"Look, I don't know where her took her. I just know that he's working with Jack Hyde and DeLeon's men. They're in cahoots." I stop walking and look at John. He's passed out from the pain. I smile when I stare at Paul again. He was lying. He knew where Ana was. He was John's right hand.
"I'm going to give you one last chance to tell me where she is. Then I'm going to cut your fingers of one by one. Unless you tell me the truth then I'll go easy on you." I see determination set in his eyes and I shake my head. Why people even bothered to fight me off I would never know.
"No. You're going to kill me anyway." He shrugs his shoulders. The scared man begging John to tell me the truth earlier is now gone. I tsk as I hold his left hand down and bring my knife down in one harsh motion completely severing his pointer finger.
"Uh… Christian we have a problem." My fathers wary voice calls from the corner.
"What?" I snap.
"Ana's father is at your house." I grab Paul finger throwing it onto the floor behind me. Of course Ana's father would show up now. His daughter was missing because of me. I was the mobster boyfriend that got his daughter kidnapped. Why the fuck was i going to say to him that could ever make this okay? Nothing. Even if I got Ana out of this okay this man would never approve of us now.
Oh god, Okay don't kill me! So Ana was kidnapped by Jack Hyde. She's going to go through a traumatic experience because I mean you don't get kidnapped by the mafia and just walk out normal. It's going to be hard for her and that might even effect her relationship with CG but its HEA so don't worry about that guys. Tell me what you think about this chapter. The kidnapping. The pictures to Christian. It was obvious that the captain was involved. He's flipping out threatening to kill ever one (he's version of a panic attack lol). It's about to get crazy. So, yea I would love your feedback I love talking to you guys lol. I try to respond to all the reviews. An I always respond to PM's if you ever have a question. Thanks again.
