Chp38 Motherly hate

Carla pov:

The Hensley want to kick me out. The company assets are frozen. The Fed's and locals are attacking every part on my inheritance. I pull the bitch's hair as a rant and rave. Mother you dumb bitch how could you hire an unstable, loser like Leila Williams. I kick the walls and her useless husband. I'm not going anywhere.

I sit in front of the TV watching the Grey family triumph. I've never heard of Michael Grey, must be some cousin. The Greys adopt their kids, maybe an another adoption. The kid looks nuts on TV. The goofy grin and wild unseeing eyes. Looks like some of Ray army buddies. And they were all nuts.

I see my Anastasia, pretty and grown. Hiding behind the cooper hair one, they say is Christian Grey the billionaire. I flinch when the other brown hair girl walks pass the camera in the Arms of a brown hair boy. The other one the second one. I fume, she will have to go. I can control Anastasia, the little coward. I remember in Vegas, always begging. "Please stop, I'm hungry, I need food. it hurts. He's beating me. Please mommy, he touches me."

how I hate that word. Mommy. Well, little spoiled brat Anastasia; my mommy sold me at eight to men older than her, used me to separate rich men from their money. Even Townsend wanted me. I could breed, I could give him a son. If only his seed gave sons. Just worthless daughter. Well till now.

I have to sit a let the winds blow away the chafe, naming mommies dearest. Judith it's your time to run and hide. Ah. Ah. Ah! Ah! I laugh until I throw up. I need some pills. I send the worthless husband to get me some oxi.

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Summer house the Hamptons:

Judith pov:

I have to run; I have planned for this day for decades. I have to get the stash from the apartment in the city. The feds are coming here tomorrow to seize and evict me. the Grey's have moved heaven and earth to get to me. The spineless judges bend over backwards for them. I load the car. The staff has fled. No loyalty. No paycheck. I hate them good ridden. I take my baseball bat signed by A-Rod, smash the windows, the chandeliers, the French tiffany doors. The lamps. I work up a sweat and hungry. I will stop on the road and have a meal. I smash the upstairs bathroom faucet and sink. The flood begins.

I make the city by dusk. My plan is in action. My slave is ready, she wants her freedom, well she has to do this or else. I use her for blackmail, rewards, whatever I need. Just a dumb Russian farm girl. She will go to the airport in Atlantic city. Lots of private flights. I should be able to hide my departure. I call the flight service and book the flight for just before dawn. I take a hit of uppers. I need the speed. I arrange my slave to drive to the plane. Load my suitcases in the elevator. Walk her to the car. She knows not to fuck with me. even if by some chance she gets airborne, a rich man awaits her in French Ghana. A very mean man.

I call a taxi. A wait. Good ten minutes out. I send the car, hopeful the dogs will chase the rabbit. I watch from the shadows as they do. Good. I wait. The taxi arrivals I wheel my bags to the taxi. The driver complains about the weight. I tip high to get going. I have a date. We maneuver out of the city to Fire Island and the Kismet Marina. It expenses but it on a corporate account. So fuckem. By the time the bill comes in we'll be in the Bahamas sipping Mai Tia.

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Luke pov.

I've staked out the witch's apartment building. She arrived from the Hamptons earlier. Steele black op guy, call she book a private flight out of Atlantic City for dawn. I watch her leave in the car. I start to follow but two other groups are tailing her. shit. I stay put. I'll pack it in back to hotel.

I spot her walking across to a taxi that just pulled up. She has two very heavy bags. I tail her. we head out of the city back towards the Hamptons. I alert Taylor. The plane is a feint. Sawyer is half way to Atlantic city. Mikey is under house arrest with Grace. And Taylor's laid up. He sends Reynolds and Warren. I head into the night.

Arriving at a marina on Fire Island. I park down the way. I watch an older man greet her. he helps lift the bags out. They take them to ocean going 76-foot Powered yacht down near the end of the causeway. It takes both of them to load the bags and store them below. They then walk across the road to an INN. I move swiftly to the boat, sneak on board.

I easily find the bags under a bunk. Their locked. I drag the heavy as hell bags to the deck. I can't wheel them to the car. To exposed. Ah! I find some rope loop a piling and tie the bags together. Over the side. They sink good. I recheck the cabin. No evidence. Good. I check. Shit their walking back with takeout. I scamper over the side. Under the dock and several slips to an area where they should not see me. friggin water is cold. I wait as they make their way to the sea.

I stand as they disappear beyond the breakwater. I make my way to the car, my spare cell phone. As mine's gone swimming. I call Taylor. She's escaped on a powered yacht with an older guy, gray hair, mustache. An I need a diver team to recover the loot, I hopes it loot. Clothes shouldn't weight that much.

The bags are recovered, gold, silver, bearer bonds, jewels, and a quick lock baggie of flash drives. The Fed's go nuts for them. They turn out to be offshore banking account. Each flash drive a bank, account, in a non-extradition country. Judith is going to be poor very poor. The Fed's nap the car driver, some terrified Russian wanabe model, turns sex slave.

I head back as dawn breaks the horizon. The coast guard caught the boat. Only Judith is on it, the man left his cloths, and ids including his passport on board. Judith claims he swam ashore after they left the marina. Might be more convincing without the blood spatter on the transom and the recently fired gun.

Poor Judith: Leila laptop held a treasure trove of video diary entries and recorded conversation. Including Judith ordering the hit on her granddaughters, and the Greys. Plus, recorded conversation of Judith to her sailing companion, her lawyer. His wife is very upset he's dead, took the kids to Disney-world for a month.

She sits in jail on a dozen count of attempted capital murder and corruption. Her senior staff can't confess fast enough. the DA is swamped with confessions, snitches, and total selling everyone out to save their own necks. Christian is so disgusted with the girl's permission; he fires everyone from the board room to the newest janitor. I know he hates doing this, but he has no choice.

Now we only have to worry about Samantha or as the girls call her Carla. We suspect she's in the city.

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ding dong the witch is dead, well in jail. For a long time. The evidence is so overwhelming that she will cut a deal. Thirty year before parole. We can relax somewhat. Carla is still out there. But we can breathe. I decide to send the kids to Coney Island. Ethan comes down, he seems strange. I can't put my finger on it. I will work on the legal matters. Welch on security. While Taylor get pampered by nurse Gail. I can hear them down the corridor. God, what is with my family. Everyone is eating to many oysters, or blue pills. If this doesn't slow down. We'll be waist deep in grand kids in no time. I laugh. I had Gracie over the bed, shower and dressing bench all this morning. Maybe I'm contagious.

I watch the East river from my temp office in GEH NY headquarters. Usually this is Roz office. I marvel had how much my son as done. I pray to god every day. For Anna, sweet Anna. I watch the boats cruise up the river. RING. RING. "GREY. Yes, really I want a full dossiers'. I what those so called doctors in jail and disbarred. No excuse. No mercy. They didn't show any to a ten-year-old boy. Yes. Ok. I will talk to Washington. Department of homeland security, section 38. General Wolcott. Got it."

Mikey's past is coming to light. so far it's very ugly. How does a genius kid end up in a pay to stay private psych hospital in South Carolina? How does a kid from New York City end up in South Carolina? The Aunt in Brooklyn turned out to be a foster mother. She had Mikey for about six months when he was six. She vaguely remembers a mother, but so many kids that long ago everything just bleeds together.

The hospital closed after the escape. All patient transferred to other facilities. I had a federal judge check about the other children. They are all rich kids with problems, or their parents think are problems. They all are getting look at by child protection lawyers from the children legal foundation. The only two anomalies are Mikey and Luke. The files were taken by General Wolcott under national security. How can too teenagers orphans be a national security risk. I may have to go to Washington.

I hate the Potomac culture and the ass kissing politicians. Always with their hands out for donations. I will get Ray to help. He has military contacts, maybe he knows someone who knows the General. I watch the boat cruise the river. Easter is couple of days. Everything is getting better.

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Anna pov.

Coney island is fun, the weather is good, a little brisk but sunny. The rides are fun. Chris is laughing and teasing me. Mary and Steve are lost in a little bubble; we are wont to burst. Mia is hanging on Sawyer; the whispers moments I catch them holding hands. I don't think Chris see it yet. And Mikey is just completely enraptured by Ethan. I always thought he was a ladies' man. But right now he is just Mikey love sick puppy dog.

In the Ferris wheel is suck Chris tongue so hard his eyes roll over. I love to tease his sweet tongue, twisting and battling for the right spot, taste, the sensitive underside. That has him ready to burst. Hell it has me ready to burst. He runs his fingers into my baggie khaki pants. Raking my sex. As light flash, and the world tilts into a brilliant spiral of colors and sensations. Has I come down to earth. The head orgasm. I melt into him, my man. I pant for air. As he kisses my hair, nibbles my ear. Makes me the most loved person in the universe.

As we exist the wheel I see Mary leaning into Steve, eyes half closed. Sweat on her brow. The tell tale signs of post orgasm. Well the Ferris wheel was a good ride for the Steele sisters. I shyly grin at her. she winks. We wait for the rest of the crowd. Ethan and Mikey come off holding hands and jabbering like schoolgirls. Lastly Mia and Sawyer.

Christian tense, shit. I look up Mia is coming out hanging on Sawyer with a vague happy expression on her face. Shit, post orgasm written all over. And Christian as just deciphered the code. I grab him around the waist as he carries me towards the couple. Mary and Steve try to stop us. I final get his attention by jamming my hand down is pants and grabbing hard his favorite body part. That stops him. I don't let go till Sawyer and Mia make their escape to the sand.

"Chris calm down! Right now! Don't make mister!" he stops and stares into my eyes. He releases me. holding his hands up. I smirk and release him. "She my sister, I don't pay him to sex my little baby sister. I don't" "Christian Grey! Mia is a adult, she is full capable of deciding her own date, and how far to go. Little sister or no little sister you will respect her choice. Am I clear mister!" "Anna she not, have you seen some of her dates. If Elliot and I didn't scare them off she'd be miserable, and broken."

"Christian what is wrong with Sawyer?" he tried to come up with negatives, so far the only one is he works for Christian. "He is off duty right now. Reynolds is in charge, correct." "Yes, Reynolds is in charge, but Sawyer supposed to be close security for Mia, not dating her. I mean, you know what I mean?" I watch a flustered Chris. The shoe is on the other foot. I laugh. "Your so luck my brother wasn't around when we started dating. Mister big bad Dom." He blanches and then laughs with me. we stagger to the boardwalk railing. Hysterical.

As Mary and Steve join us in the moment we see Mia and Sawyer slow dancing on the water edge. Lost in a little slice of heaven. The rough and tumble warrior from a ranch in Montana is head over heels in love with the fashion princess of Seattle. love is in the air. As Reynolds runs up. The press has found us. We have to leave. I wishful longing to be on the sand dancing with Chris, but for not.

What the heck? Chris carries me on his shoulder I look up Steve as Mary the same. We arrive at the water's edge. He sweeps me into his arms. As silent music in our head guides us around the world in a slow circle. My head on his chest. The light breathes on my hair. The sensual feel of his hands along my back. "the press?" "Screw them, they can have pictures of me all day dancing with my soulmate. Future Mrs. Grey."

Reynolds gets us back in control, a we leave for an arcade, Chris as bought out, so we can have some peace. The girls plus Mikey lose at air hockey, but kick ass on the KISS Pinball Machine. Sawyer loses to me in Area 51, while Mikey stomps everyone including Mia on Dance OFF. How Mia miss six years of dance, tap, ballet, jazz, loses. But Mikey is amazing. It like he doesn't even see the sequence scrolling on the screen.

The score is tied, so an old fashion skeet ball shoots off. Winner takes all. Or more importantly where dinner is going to be. Some fancies four-star restaurant or a bistro in the village, with poetry and folk music. The stuff of authors, lost beat generation. I already yahooed the bistro. Even have reservations.

Shit Sawyer won. It barbecues and country angst. He chose a bistro in the Soho, with a light artists air. The view of the fashionable parading by the designer boutiques. Mia dream eatery. We laugh and enjoy. Afterwards the couple split up. Mary and Steve with Sawyer and Mia are going to a art Gallery down the road and then to the hotel. Mikey and Ethan are headed to disco; Mikey likes in the west end.

Christian takes me by cab to my beat bistro in the village. We have coffee, he has coffee, I have my tea, as open mic night continues with poetry bad and good, short stories and folks' singer song writer. I beg Chris to play me a tune. Me balks till I promise the sexy librarian again.

He drags me to the stage, siting me on the stool. Picks up a guitar and sings

You might wake up some mornin'
To the sound of something moving past your window in the wind
And if you're quick enough to rise
You'll catch a fleeting glimpse of someone's fading shadow
Out on the new horizon
You may see the floating motion of a distant pair of wings
And if the sleep has left your ears
You might hear footsteps running through an open meadow

Don't be concerned, it will not harm you
It's only me pursuing somethin' I'm not sure of
Across my dreams with nets of wonder
I chase the bright elusive butterfly of love

You might have heard my footsteps
Echo softly in the distance through the canyons of your mind
I might have even called your name
As I ran searching after something to believe in
You might have seen me runnin'
Through the long-abandoned ruins of the dreams you left behind
If you remember something there
That glided past you followed close by heavy breathin'

Don't be concerned, it will not harm you
It's only me pursuing somethin' I'm not sure of
Across my dreams with nets of wonder
I chase the bright elusive butterfly of love

Songwriters LIND, BOB Published by
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

I melt as he sings just to me. the world has escaped to just the two of us. Here and now. As he sings he edges closer till the end he is just at my lips. I lean forward a kiss him, full force, all my love and passion. The very flow of my soul. I explode in a mist of Christian. The crowd applause slowly bring us back to reality. I grab his hand and lead him home. To the penthouse, to our bed. I will not care if the press snaps a million shots. Right now, right here is the only place I belong.