Chapter Eight

Christian's P.O.V

Usually after talking to Flynn I feel better about myself. Tonight I do not. I run my hands through my hair as I walk from the office, bidding Flynn farewell until the next time. My head is pounding and my stomach feels uneasy. Flynn put it to me straight and told me that if I do not change my lifestyle things with Ana probably wouldn't work out. Fuck! I mean, I trust Flynn's professional opinion, but I don't want to believe he could be right about this. I can't just give up on Ana, I need her; more than the BDSM lifestyle.

"Sir?" Sawyer greets me; effectively bringing me back from my thoughts. He sounds apprehensive.

"What is it?" I snap, realizing I probably will not want to hear the answer. After Taylor had calmed down Hyde and had somehow managed to persuade him not to press charges I had sent him back to Escala to ensure Ana stay there until I came back. Seeing as he is my most trusted security I had confidence that he would get the job done. So Sawyer came with me.

"Ana has left..." he trails off, leaving the words lingering between us. I can feel my blood boiling as I bolt towards the SUV and jump inside. my heart beats so loudly inside my chest I'm actually afraid Sawyer can hear it as he throws himself into the drivers seat and waits for my instructions on where to go. "Get Taylor on the phone!"

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Ana's P.O.V

Leila was good company, she listened so well. It was like she knew me; but we were oddly so alike that it was almost unsettling.

"Last call ladies," The bartender called in our direction. It was the wee hours of the morning and we were the only ones left in the bar; I hadn't even noticed. Between constant conversation, drinks, and thoughts of Christian spinning in my head I felt beyond buzzed.

"That will be it, put her bill on my card." My heart skipped a beat as I heard his voice coming from behind me. But before I had time to make a wise remark back to him I was pulled sideways off my barstool and into Leila's arms.

Her small arm was locked around my neck as she held me close to her. "What are you doi-?" The words wouldn't come anymore once I saw what she was doing. A small black gun was placed at the side of my skull and she was staring straight into Christian's eyes.

"Leila..." Christian breathed, holding his hands up in defeat.