I just want to thank all of you that have supported me during this difficult time. Unfortunately my aunt passed at four this morning about 3 hours ago where I am at. I had this chapter done and figured I'd post it as well as announce the sad news. It will be about a week till I update my others stories due to her funeral and grieving. Thank you all again.

"What do you mean you haven't heard from John?" My eyes widen incredulously. How could Elliot wait till now to tell me that Kate's father has been missing since he stepped foot in Chicago?

"Look, he's Kate's father, I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt." He scratches the back if his neck nervously and it takes all I have not to bash his head in. We've been in the safe house for a week. A whole fucking week waiting on word from Chicago.

"Are you fucking kidding me? So because he's Kate's father you jeopardized our mission? I swear El, if you weren't my brother, I'd blow your fucking head off for a stunt like this!" I slam my fist down on the desk our glasses shaking against the hard wood.

"Now boys, let's just relax. Elliot you need to get your head out of the clouds son. No one is to be trusted right now." My father's stern voice comes from across the room as he leans against the closed door.

"But dad this is Ka-"

"Not even Kate's family can be trusted." He cooly cuts him off. I shake my head and lean back against my chair. Kate's family has been our biggest enemy since day one. The only reason we have relations that are somewhat amicable is because of Elliot's marriage. There's no way that they should have ever been trusted from day one which was exactly why I wanted a security detail with John at all times. Elliot of course didn't agree. Now we're stuck in this mess.

"Un-fucking-believable! I told you! I told you we should have sent Taylor to keep eyes on him over there. He's meeting with the biggest family in the Irish mafia. The Kavanaughs are Irish where do you think their loyalties lie!" I scream in frustration. I sent John, knowing he could get the answers we needed, but I also knew he wasn't to be trusted. Of course I went against my better judgment for the sake of my brother. Never again would that happen.

"I'm sorry Christian." Elliot stares at me but I can't even stomach to look at him at the moment.

"Leave. Get out of here and contact Taylor he's going to find John and contact Ethan. He was supposed to go with his father, but I know he hasn't left the city. Find him and bring him here." I order as I look at my father instead of him. It hurt me to dismiss my brother. Never in my whole life have I ever been so disappointed him. Ever since he married Kate he hasn't had his head on straight. We couldn't afford to make mistakes. Mistakes would cost someone their life in our line of work. He knew that.

"Christian you need to calm down." My father admonishes as Elliot leaves the room. I watch as he takes the seat across from me.

"I can't. He fucked up. He knows the game, why the fuck is he acting so stupid?"

"He's in love."

"So am I but you don't see me letting Ana interfere with this."

"Oh?"

I snap my mouth shut as I realize he's right. I have let Ana cloud my judgement before. Taking a deep breath I pour myself a drink. Elliot made a mistake and I doubt he meant any harm by it. Still, I couldn't feel sorry for being hard on him. Mistakes couldn't be made not right now.

"I guess your right father. I have let Ana cloud my judgement at times, but Elliot knows about the rocky history we have with John. I will not apologize for treating him so harshly. If it was anyone else they wouldn't even be alive and you know it's true."

"Yes, such a horrid temper you have, I know." I scoff as my father speaks. This was exactly why his grandfather wanted me to be next in line. He knew my father didn't have the heart to deal with family accordingly. To an extent I understood. I would never kill my brother, but when he's wrong, I let him know he's wrong.

"I'm afraid your docile nature has done nothing but cause us problems. When will you officially step down? I do all the work anyway. You're just holding the title. It's time for me to take head of this family." I feel my frustration rise as my breathing becomes erratic. I was tired. Tired of him running our family to the ground with his hesitating nature. Things needed to be taken care of and the sooner I took over the more efficient I could be.

"You think you know what it takes to be head of this family? You have no idea!" My father exclaims sharply. The vein in his forehead pops out as he glares in my direction. We had been fighting all week about him stepping down. My mother agreed it was time for him to let go. That didn't go over well.

"Yes, I do know what it takes. After all I am doing it now and have been for the last five years. You haven't been calling the shots. I have. Very rarely do you even handle business anymore. You're in denial." I growl in frustration as I push my seat away from my desk. I couldn't protect my family without him stepping down. Yes, I call the shots, but the people in our circles believed they were already approved by my father. No one would listen to me if I didn't have the title to go with it.

"I am the head of this family and you will mind me." His soft but cold voice reaches my ears and I feel the hair on my arms stand. I look up at him to see his steely stare. It's been a long while since I've heard my father speak that way to me. That voice was usually accompanied by a good smacking back when I was a kid and if you weren't family it was accompanied by something much worse.

"I need to be the head-" I stop speaking as his hand slams down on the desk. I look up in shock as my father walks towards me.

"I said you will mind me Christian. You are not the head of this family, not yet. I am and you will respect my authority." His heated eyes meet mine and I find it hard to look away. This was not the reaction I was expecting. My father was a laid back man but there was a reason I feared him.

"Do you understand?" He prods as he stands in front of me leaning against my desk.

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes, sir." I grit my teeth as my father forces his hand. I knew better than to fight back at this point, but that didn't change my stance on the matter. I still believed he needed to step down and let me step up. It was the right thing to do, but I couldn't understand why he thought otherwise.

I stand from my seat and walk out the office leaving my father behind me. I didn't like the way our conversation ended but I knew he was right about one thing. As of right now he was the head of this family and it would do me no good to forget that. As much as I felt like I deserved this clearly he didn't and that was all that mattered.

"Where's Ana?" I ask as I spot Ray sitting on the couch. They were pretty inseparable this past week, so it was odd to see him sitting alone.

"She's with Kate upstairs. Now are you going to tell me what's going on?" Ray's stare is like a hot laser that just penetrates right through you. It's uncomfortable as hell, but I don't let him know that.

"Look, if I let you in on this then there's no going back. That's it." I tiredly rub my face as I take the chair across from him. We had been fighting all week on whether or not Ray should have the inside scoop. He wasn't giving up and honestly, I was just fed up with everyone.

"I don't care. Annie was involved already so lay it on me."

"Alright, Kate's a mafia princess. Her father and brother are a part of the Irish mob in NYC. We sent him to Chicago to find Oscar DeLeon. Oscar DeLeon is a boss for the Puerto Ricans. Now, I need him and John, Kate's father, has mysteriously vanished since stepping foot in Chicago."

"That's because of the Kelly's isn't it?" I freeze as I process Ray's words. Shaking my head, I begin to pace the room. How could that be? I look up and study Ray's collected persona before my paranoia kicks in. I feel my fingers twitch and I know I want to reach for my gun. If he knows about the Kelly's what else isn't he telling me?

"What are you talking about?" I slowly ask staring intently at his face hoping to catch something, anything that will give me a hint.

"You know what I'm talking about; the Kelly's. They are the most prestige family that still exists. There is nothing more pure than that family. It's like royalty." He smiles as he leans his forearms against his knees. I feel thrown off and I hate that feeling.

"What-How do you know the Kelly's? Keep in mind if it wasn't for Ana you wouldn't even have the privilege of answering these questions. I hate a snake in the grass." I ground my teeth together. I would hate to find out that Ana's own father was an enemy of mine as well.

"Yeah, well you keep in mind that if it wasn't for our dear Annie that you wouldn't be standing here either. If I knew that my daughter didn't care about you, not even you could prevent your imminent death." He cooly responds.

"Touche."

We stare at each other and before I can even blink it all starts coming together. Ana's real father was in the military. He died. Ana's mother met Ray, who was also in the military and she leaves? Ana is part Irish and part Spanish. There was something in that story that ties Ray to the Kelly's.

"Wait a minute. If Ana's real father was Spanish and Ana's mother was Irish. And you know of the Kelly's then… That means that Ana's mother was part of that family somehow." I mentally piece the puzzle together as Ray watches me from the couch. It would make sense. He wasn't even phased when he became aware of my position. Actually, he was too understanding. Sure, he threatened me, but that came with the responsibility of being a father. There was no outburst about being in the Mob, there was no devastation of seeing his little girl in my hands. It wasn't right. None of this was right.

"Did A-Ana know? Is this all a game? See who can take down the "Almighty" Christian Grey." I feel my breath leave my body in one quick movement as if the wind was knocked out of me. I feel the tears of frustration sting my eyes. Ray shakes his head, but I leave the room before he has a chance to explain himself. Everything that had to do with Ana was a lie. Who was even telling me the truth? How could it just be a coincidence? I love her with all my heart. I couldn't take it if this wasn't real. My heart couldn't take it. Never let the enemy see all your cards. It was too late for that. It seems as though I had way more enemies within my own walls than I cared to admit.


APOV

"What was he talking about?" I demand as I turn the corner. The last words that left Christians mouth cut me like a knife. I needed to know the truth before I sought him out. What did Ray know about some crime family? What did it have to do with my mother?

"Annie…" Ray's shocked expression meets my angered one. I feel the tears trail down my face.

"No! Don't do that to me. Please, tell me what he said isn't true. Is everything about me, about who I am a lie?" I clench my hands at my sides waiting for the only father I've ever known to answer me.

"Annie… you have to understand we did it to protect you. Your mother did all of this to protect you. Your father didn't die in the war. His name is Patrick Kelly. Your mother was Spaniard not your father. He married her even though it wasn't widely accepted. He was much like Christian is now. The prince of the family while his father was reigning. Now he's the one in charge and I had kept you in the dark to keep you under his radar." Ray stands taking a step towards me.

Now you're on the fucking map sweetheart and he knows. Once word got out that you were with Christian Grey. He knew. He knew your mother was pregnant. When your mother had you I left with her. I did serve in the military, but at that moment I had been out for a while. I worked for the Kelly family. I was your father's body guard. We were buddies growing up. He knew I took you. Your mother left you with me and went back to him." I feel my surroundings blur as a new set of tears stream down my cheeks. Why? I had spent all my life thinking my father was some war hero when all along he was some mob boss. It's been in my blood this whole time. Maybe this thing with Christian was a part of my destiny from the beginning.

"What about Christian? He thinks I had something to do with this. I didn't know! What about my mother and Patrick? I don't want to be hurt and I don't want you to be hurt papa. You lied to me and betrayed me, but you did it out of love. You will always be my daddy. You have to help me." I whisper as I wipe the tears from my face.

"Your mother went back to your father. He killed her for leaving you behind with me. You see, you were going to be a part of a very dark family. They are evil beyond words can describe. The Grey family seems like saints compared to them. Your father set up an arranged marriage for you. By the time you were born it was set in motion. When you hit eighteen you were going to be married off to some fucking kid that was going to take over as your father's Heir." Ray's tense voice hits me hard as I realize the severity of my situation.

"Heir? But isn't that supposed to be his son?"

"Yes, but your mother got lucky when they had you. She had trouble getting pregnant. After you she was no longer able to carry a child. Your father set it up so that he would have someone to take over. Now he's re-married, but he made a deal with this kid's family. He can't back out and so he's still first in line for his legacy. Your father has been searching for you. He wants you to marry this man. He needs you to. If you don't the Kelly family will be left to someone who isn't even a Kelly." How could it be? I was the daughter of the most dangerous man in Chicago. What would happen to Christian or Ray if I wasn't found? Would this man kill them? If he killed my mother then I doubt he would have a problem doing this.

"I have no choice do I?" I feel the knife in my chest, dig deeper as I realize that I might not have my happy ending after all.

"You do! You do, if Christian would just listen to me we could stop this. We could stop Patrick." Ray frantically says as he grabs my arms. I nod my head contemplating his words. I had to find Christian and tell him the truth. We weren't so different after all. In fact, we were cut from the same cloth.

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