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Chapter 29
Loud sirens woke her from her slumber and she sat up in bed shaking as her bedroom door was slammed open. Brian stood at the threshold, breathing heavily as he took in her current state.
"Get up!" He yelled harshly.
"Wh-hat?" She stuttered, not entirely aware of the situation that was swirling around her. She turned her head slightly as she saw one of Patrick's men run across the hallway gun in hand.
"Get up Ana! Your lovely boyfriend broke through the security systems. We have to leave now!" She watched as Brian threw shoes her away and filled a tiny bag with clothes. It was as if she was in a twilight zone. She slipped her shoes on one by one and made no effort to fight as Brian grabbed her arm pulling her up from the bed.
Her mind turned as they ran down the hallway their hands intertwined. The colors around them meshed into one haze of a rainbow and it wasn't until she felt a heated stare on her that she turned her head to the left.
Her heart stopped in her chest as she saw his angry stare and her feet stumbled as she tried to utter a single word. Brian pulled on her arm, urging her to keep running, but she couldn't.
"Christian!" His name fell from her lips in a heart-wrenching screech. She pulled her arm from Brian's hold and bolted in his direction. She ran like her feet were on fire and sobbed in happiness as his arms opened, accepting her embrace as she flew straight towards his chest.
"Shh. I'm here baby." She chuckled madly as he whispered into her ear. This was all happening within a blink of an eye. Just hours ago, she had resigned to the fact that Christian would never be able to enter Patrick's house without killing himself in the process. A fate, she was not prepared to live with. Now here he was holding her in his arms. Alive.
"We have to go." She whispered frantically as the realization that Patrick would be searching around for them. Prepared to kill them.
"We have to get out of here!" She cried. She stood back, pulling on his arm, begging him to take them away from here. To take them anywhere that Patrick wasn't. Her blood turned cold as she looked in his eyes. She knew what his words couldn't say. He wasn't leaving until Patrick was dead. Until he had the satisfaction of killing him. An eye for an eye was just like Christian Grey.
"It's not worth it Viejo." She whispered brokenly. "It's not."
"This is not up for discussion Mia Cara." He said softly as he cupped her face in his hands. "I came here to finish this and that is what I will do."
Ana's shoulders sagged in defeat as her breath left her body. Was this what it felt like to bear a death sentence on your conscience? It wasn't that she had no faith in Christian's abilities as a mafioso. No, she'd seen what he could do. She's seen news reports and missing person reports directly related to her man. She knew that somewhere behind the lovable, good hearted, and passionate man she adored there was a monster.
However, she knew that Patrick had no boundaries. Whereas Christian had some semblance of morals, Patrick only looked out for himself.
Christian tried his hardest to avoid hurting women and absolutely refused to touch children. Drugs? He wouldn't touch them personally, but he knew they were a part of the game. He loved his family more than life itself and she knew if it came down to it, he loved her more than the mafia.
Patrick didn't love anyone. He had a family that he would not hesitate to kill and the only reason he wanted her was to seal some kind of sick deal he made before she was even born.
He was cold hearted and he had nothing to lose. Those were the worst and most dangerous men of all.
She felt as if she had just handed Christian over to him as she stood in his arms. She should have known that even if he managed to break through his security measures, Christian wasn't going to leave until he had vengeance.
She sighed as she turned to look at Christian before a movement of color caught her eye. Focusing her attention her eyes widened in fear as she pulled Christian down to the floor with all her might.
"What the fu-" Christian's rough voice was cut off as a gunshot rang through the air, narrowly missing her head as she knelt on the floor next to him. His eyes widened in disbelief as he sat up and stared over his shoulder. There Patrick stood with John by his side and a gun in his hand still smoking from his recent shot.
"It seems that I have underestimated the young Prince after all." Patrick smirked as he slowly swaggered forward, John following like a puppy on a leash.
Ana's chest tightened as she saw the gun firm in his grasp pointed directly at her mans chest. So many thoughts bounced around her skull making it difficult to concentrate. They were trapped. As she looked around, she realized with despair that Taylor had a gun at his head, Ray had a gun at Taylor's attacker's head and a man across the room had the perfect shot to Ray's heart.
There was no way out without someone dying. She flicked her eyes to Christian's form and saw the gun he kept tucked in a holster attached to his lower back peeking out just a bit. Masking her features into one of fear she slid toward him, covering her hands with her body. Quickly, she slid his weapon into her hands and felt him stiffen against her chest.
She took a deep breath as she assessed the situation. Patrick only had eyes for Christian and she realized that if she pulled the trigger now he might shoot and kill Christian as well.
So she waited until she saw him signal John her way. Silently she apologized to Kate and Ethan as she prepared herself for what she would have to do. With dead eyes and a heavy heart Ana watched as John neared her. It felt like a weight had placed itself on her chest as he grabbed her arm. In one swift motion she pressed the gun to his gut and pulled the trigger.
It was as John's features turned to one of shock, then acceptance that everything happened so fast. Taylor, head-butted the guy behind him before putting two bullets in his chest. Ray ducked to the floor while simultaneously shooting the guy across from him in the head.
Ana's breathing turned erratic as she felt Christian wrench the gun from her grasp. She heard Patrick scream and two shots fired off. She swiftly picked her head up immediately searching for her Viejo. She expected to see him down next to her, but instead he was standing above Patrick's kneeling form.
She laughed more out of shock than humor as she saw the blood pooling from his shoulder and leg. Her eyes found Christian's and for a second she recognized the relief within them.
"You definitely underestimated me." Christian's slightly accented voice filled the space around them. "You thought that you could come into my hometown, destroy my family and take the one thing that I love more than anything away from me."
His voice cracked with emotion as he placed the barrel of his gun against Patrick's temple. She stared into her biological father's eyes and saw the emotions passing by like a moving picture. One after the other.
"This is how you let me die iníon?"
She sobbed for the man that she never got the chance to know. And she sobbed in relief of that fact as she nodded her head slowly.
"You were never a father to me." Her words came out in a hoarse whisper as her throat was sore from all the yelling she'd done since last night.
Her eyes closed softly as that final shot rang loudly throughout the main foyer. Her body went limp as she realized that he was truly gone. Goosebumps graced her arms as someone pulled her gently up from the floor. She inhaled deeply as her forehead was placed against their chest. Soap and Italian leather filled her nostrils and she smiled softly as she wrapped her arms around who she knew to be Christian.
"Nothing will ever take you away from me again." He whispered fervently. "Do you hear me? Never again."
She nodded as the tears soaked his crisp suit. Everything was far from okay. Not only was her "father" dead, but Brian was still an obstacle they would have to overcome as well. She knew that Christian wouldn't just leave him be but she had to do her best to convince him that he wasn't a threat. She believed that he deserved his title as the head of the Irish mafia.
She pushed all those thoughts from her mind as he tightened his hold on her once more. Things were far from perfect, but he was there and he was alive and Ana couldn't picture anything more perfect than that.
iníon- daughter in gaelic
cara- dear italian
viejo- old man spanish
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