AN: You guys have been great with your reviews so this is for you! I hope you enjoy. Ana may be home but Christian is on a mission.

Ana was upstairs in the shower. Her foot was broken and she had a walking cast on. She probably shouldn't be alone, but after seeing Dr. Flynn she wanted space. I couldn't really argue with her about it. I just wanted her to be happy. The spark in her eyes was gone right now and I knew she was in shock. I was worried though. Her father was sitting right in front of me with his elbows on my damn table watching me like a hawk.

"So you're a made man then? Big mafia boy?" He quirks an eyebrow. I shake my head at this man. He had not once ounce of fear. I made most men piss themselves, but not Ray Steele.

"You could say that." I shrug my shoulders, not giving anything away. He knew who I was and what I did, but, I wasn't going to give him any more information than that.

"No, You see I don't think you understand how this is going to work. You're going to answer my questions. My daughters life is involved. I'll have every single person in your damn family taken out." He slams his hand down on the table. "You think your tough cause you run the streets of New York? Mother fucker I've been to war. I've seen things that would even make a man like you cry for his mommy. Your life doesn't scare me."

I had to admit. I was impressed. Ray Steele wasn't one to trifle with. I could tell he meant what he was saying. He would have my whole family taken out if I didn't cooperate. I still just shrugged my shoulders. The only two I cared about were Ma and Mia.

"Take them out, just leave my mother and sister alive." I say calmly. I think I'd have to kill Ana's father if he touched my mother and sister. Don't get me wrong, I loved my brother and father, but it was the way of the game. You couldn't give up any information even if they threatened the family. I had a soft spot for the women in my life though.

"Nope, they go too." He chuckles darkly leaning back in his chair. I narrowed my eyes as he crosses his arms not even flinching a damn muscle.

"What do you want to know?"

" What's your status in the mafia? Don't bullshit me. I know you don't tell my daughter shit. That's why she was tortured." He whispers harshly, looking towards the stairs. I guess he didn't want to alarm Ana. I didn't either. Still, that was a low fucking blow.

"I'm Christian Grey. I'm a part of the Italian Mafia. I'm a made man already, but, when my father decides his reign is over I'll be the Capo di tutti capi. The most powerful Mob boss there is in this city. That's why everyone wants me dead before he can do that. I'm ruthless. My father is a fucking wuss. He's too nice. I don't do nice." I say simply. If he wanted to know what I was about I'd tell him but, only because I had a feeling I could trust Ray.

"Have you ever hurt my daughter?"

"Physically, you mean? No Sir, I haven't." I say confidently. I was a bastard and don't get me wrong Ana and I could fight like cats and dogs but, I'd never lay a hand on her… unless she wanted me to. Yeah, I was a dirty bastard.

"It better stay that way. I know how you mafia men are. You better treat her like the fucking princess she is." He huffs while laying his piece on the table. I stare at his gun before looking at him. Was he giving me permission to be with his daughter?

"Okay?" It comes out like a question because really I'm fucking confused.

"Look, I can't tell Annie what to do. You know my daughter don't you? She's not a helpless little girl. I raised her right and if you mistreat her I expect her to put you on your ass before you can blink." He says smugly. I laugh because it's true. If I ever mistreated Ana the way that bastard Jose did she'd kick my ass. I was perfectly okay with it.

"You know about Jose?" He questions.

"I know enough." I say simply.

"So then you know that I expect you to be a one woman type of man." He looks at me. "None of that side piece shit you hear?"

"Loud and clear."

He gets up from the table, walking towards the bedroom. I stare dumbfounded at his empty chair. I see his gun still lying there and I check the chamber. It was fully loaded. That mother fucker had pointed a fully loaded weapon at me. I shake my head. I was going soft.

"Ana!" I call as I head upstairs to our room. I see her father sitting with her on the bed.

Yeah?" Her reply is so soft and it breaks my heart to see her this way.

"Ana please pack a bag. You and your father are going to my safe house." I say as I grab my gun and slip it into the holster.

"Where are you going?" I hesitate. How was I supposed to answer that? I didn't want to keep shit from her, but I didn't want her to know more than she should.

"To do a job." I say casually.

"A job for what?" I see her father smirk at me and I resist the urge to roll my eyes. Fucking bastard.

"A job… to see the men who hurt you." I say sweetly. I smile at her when she gives me a look.

"Christian I don't-"

"It's not up for discussion." I say quickly. She glares at me, but I walk over to her anyway and give her a kiss. She could be mad all she wanted but, these men had to pay.

"I'll meet you at the safe house. Sawyer will be picking you up." Her eyes light up once I mention her CPO. I was going to kill him, but, I knew Ana liked him for some odd reason. If Ana liked him then he was off limits. Unless that fucker double crossed me, then he was dead.

"Sawyer is alive?" She smiles for the first time and I feel jealous that it's not for me.

"Yes, he was just knocked out. He's healthy as a horse." I roll my eyes and give Ray a nod as I leave the room.

When I arrive at my warehouse I head straight to the back. I sent my fathers lazy ass home after I saw him reading the damn paper last time. Who the fuck reads the paper during a torture session? That man needed help I swear.

"Hey bro." Elliot calls as I walk into the room. I see Clayton and Beckett still tied to their chairs. Clayton is alert, but Beckett looks worn out. His hands were completely mangled. They just looked like rotted balls of flesh now.

"Hey, so how are my boys doing today?" I smile as I walk towards them. I see Clayton give me a weird look, but Beckett just stares with no emotion whatsoever.

"Oh come on! Is everyone having a bad day?" I chuckle as I take my gloves and jacket off.

"You know what? I'm having a bad day." I say as I grab a chair and place it in front of them. I sit down and place my right ankle on my left knee. "My Ana came home today."

"What?! Ana's home?" Elliot questions me, but I raise my hand, telling him to shut up.

"Yes, Ana is home and you know what? She was hurt." I tsk as I shake my head rolling up my sleeves. "See, I don't really take kindly to you guys hurting someone that is so precious to me."

Clayton looks at Beckett before his eyes fall on the gun in my lap. He shakes his head and tries to struggle against the rope. I laugh. That rope wasn't budging. He was stuck here at my mercy.

"No, Please don't do this. It was all his idea. I told him to leave the girl alone, but he wouldn't fucking listen!" Clayton yells sending Beckett a murderous glare.

"Pussy." Beckett calmly stares in his direction. I had to admit this Beckett guy had no fucking care in the world.

"What's your deal?" I question him. There was no way he was just a fucking Captain. This guy was way too fucking calm. He had to be involved in this life.

"You're so dead." He laughs loudly and I want to crack him over the fucking head. I needed answers first.

"Why?" I decide to play along.

"Because you're going to kill me and start a war." He smiles at me and I get the fucking creeps. This guy was a damn lunatic.

"I'm a part of the Irish mob out in Chicago. How do you think DeLeon was able to go there without being killed?" He questions me. I nod my head while rubbing my chin. I had to admit he was fucking smart. That was why I couldn't find anything on him. He was a part he most powerful fucking family in mafia history. His records had been swept clean.

"Okay." I shrug my shoulders, smiling as I stand.

"Okay?" He gives me a look. "Don't you understand? We have a deal with the Puerto Ricans. They help us. We help them take your family out making them the big bosses around here."

I roll my eyes the fucker just gave me his whole plan without even bothering to lie. I had figured that's what they were up to but, now that I knew for sure I would handle it.

"As for your bitch, the only thing I regret is that fact that I didn't get to have her mouth around my dick." He spits at me. This fucking guy was unbelievable. He wanted to talk about having his dick in my woman's mouth? I don't think he understood just how much she means to me.

"Your dick in her mouth, huh?" I walk up to him and point my gun into his crotch pulling the trigger.

"Motherfucker!" He screams as I blow his dick off. I see a piece of it on the ground. Taking a handkerchief out of my pocket I pick up. I pull his head back and shove his dick into his mouth. He was a fucking piece of shit anyway. I couldn't stand him. He gags as I shove it down his throat, making him swallow it.

"That's fucking disgusting." My brother gags from his chair and I flip him off.

"How's that taste Beckett?" I smirk as he cries and tries to force him himself to throw it back up. I see Clayton staring at me with fear in his eyes. I take my gun out and blow both of Beckett's knees out. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of having a quick death. He had people hurt Ana. They tied her up and exposed her naked body to all their goons like she was some fucking whore. No, they would all suffer.

"Fuck!" He screams and I see the tears streaming down his face. He was hurting and I didn't give a damn. The same way Ana was hurting and no one gave a fuck.

"El, take him outside and put him in the trunk." I say while I clean the blood off of my face. I hated when that shit happens. I didn't know what fucking diseases these men had.

I watch as my brother rolls him out the door. I sit in front of Clayton watching him. I didn't want to let him live, but, really he could be useful. I had done my research and I knew he was just following Beckett around. He didn't actually have a hand in Ana's kidnapping.

"Please, I have a kid." He whispers. I stare at him. Was that supposed to make me feel something? Men in this lifestyle lost their lives everyday. They left families behind all the time.

"That's great, today's your lucky day Clayton." I lean back taking a deep breath.

"What?" He stares at me and then looks at my gun. He was waiting for me to pull the trigger.

"I'm going to keep you alive if you help me." I smile.

"How?"

"You keep the law off my back and I won't make you eat your own dick." I point the gun at his crotch and I laugh as I see him squirm.

"Okay. I'll do whatever you want if you let me live." I tilt my head. I don't know. I just felt like he was getting off too easy. I get up and walk to the cart beside him. I pick up the scalpel and toss it in my hands.

"Yeah, you know I think we'll work well together. I'm still offended though. You may not have been involved directly with her kidnapping, but you still knew where she was and didn't say. That wasn't very nice." I give him a sad face. I was such an ass, but who the fuck cares. I pace the room debating on what to do. I look at him and shrug my shoulders. I had already removed his index finger.

"I guess I'm feeling generous tonight. I think your finger is punishment enough." I lean forward, placing my hands on his chair. "If you double cross me. I will kill you and your wife." I wouldn't kill his child. That was just fucking wrong. Yeah, I know I do actually have a heart.

"I- Okay." He stutters.

"Good." I stand up straight. I stab the scalpel through his thigh and grab my jacket. I hear him curse me out, but I just smile as I walk out. I needed to change before I went to see Ana but, I had Beckett to take care of first.

"Why didn't you tell me Ana was home? The whole family is worried you know." Elliot says as I walk to the car.

"She just came home hours ago." I open the passenger door and get inside. I knew I had to tell my family that she was home, but, it wasn't on my mind at the time.

"How the fuck did she get out?" He starts the car driving us to the Hudson. It was possibly the dirtiest body of water around but, it was where we dumped most of our bodies. I could hear thumping come from the back of the car. John Beckett was a noisy one.

"She killed Jack Hyde." I say casually.

"She… She killed Jack Hyde?" He furrows his eyebrows.

"Blew his head off."

"Fucking hell." He lets out a low whistle.

"I know." I sigh and lean back against the seat. I never wanted Ana to get her hands dirty. It was my job to kill. I've done this shit for a living since I was a boy. Now Ana had to live with the guilt of taking a mans life. She may have accepted the fact that I was a dangerous man, but that doesn't mean she will ever be okay with murdering someone, even if she did have a justified reason.

She was too innocent for that shit. She was tough don't get me wrong, I know that, but, she wasn't a killer. She was a fighter. She would fight for what she believed was right and she would fight for her life. There's a big difference between being a fighter and a killer. I was a killer. A cold blooded killer. It was a part of me. Installed into me since I was a child. I just hoped that she didn't take it too hard. That we could get through this together.

We pull into the secluded parking lot and get out of the car. I look around making sure we weren't followed. Now that I knew Beckett was involved with the Irish I wasn't taking any chances.

"Take him out of the trunk. Set him on his fucking knees in front of me." I tell Elliot as I lean against the car. I watch as he drags John's body out of the trunk. He's no longer tied up and he tries to fight Elliot off. I snort because he has no fucking knee caps anymore. He can only move the top half of his body. Even if he fights Elliot off, how would he get away?

Elliot gets him on his knees, or what's left of them, and holds his shoulders so he doesn't fall over.

"I think you owe my girl an apology." I walk towards him and lean against the trunk of the car. He stares up at me.

"Your girls not even here." He give me a crazy look and I know he must think I'm going off the deep end. I didn't care that Ana wasn't here.

"I'll relay the message. It's the principle of the thing Beckett. You said some nasty things and that's no way to treat a lady." I tilt my head as I watch him. I can see the panic finally setting in his eyes. He knew he was going to die.

"I'm sorry." He mumbles and I smile.

"See that wasn't so hard." I take my gun out and place it on his forehead.

"Ár nAthair atá ar neamh…" He begins to recite the Lords prayer in Gaelic but I pull the trigger. One, two, three times. His body slumps forwards and I push it away with my foot.

"Get him in the car." Elliot pauses, looking at me and then his Jeep.

"Are you serious?" I give him a look. I was serious. I could already see Taylor driving down the road in his black SUV. We didn't have much time.

"Yes, put him in and then get the gasoline out of the back seat."

"You're buying me a new fucking car!" He grunts as he drags John into the back seat. I take the gasoline from his hands and spill it all over the body and the car. I take matches out of my pocket and light that fucker up. He may be with the Irish mob but, they weren't going to find a body. And they had no proof that it was me who killed their golden boy.

There it is! So tell me what you think. The Irish mob in Chicago is pretty powerful that's why they were able to infiltrate the police station without getting caught. They're working with the puerto ricans and now Christian killed their "golden boy." How about DeLeon. He sent the Kavanaghs after him but will they find him if he's hiding behind the Kelly family? I'm so excited to share the rest of this story with you guys! Christian is pissed off and really John had to mention Ana is such a vulgar way? Christian didn't like that too much lol. Clayton lives but you'll see why!