CPOV
I am all but ready to leave this dreaded parking lot at 3:00 a.m. when I see the back door flung open. However, it isn't who I thought it was.
I recognize that fucker instantly from his profile on the database Welch sent me about Angels' nightclub. He looks just as much of a sleazy asshole as he did in his picture. Close behind him though, Anastasia follows, looking as pale as a ghost. She looks completely terrified being so close to his presence. What did that fucker do to her?
They stop by his car and it is taking everything in me not jump out of my car and punch the smug look out of his face for making Ana so uncomfortable. He speaks for a while, causing Ana to become increasingly frightened. She begins to visibly shake by the end of his speech. He doesn't release that condescending smirk as he glances at her shaken form. Sadistic fucker.
Ana quickly replies back with a pleading look in her eyes. Whatever hold he has on her, it must be strong to make her apologize like this to him. Something about this situation tells me that he doesn't deserve to have those pleading eyes even look in his direction. It must be the fact that this goddess is is out in a chilly parking lot of a strip club at three in the morning while the fucker looks cozy and smug as ever. I am way too fucking invested in this girl now.
They talk back and forth for a few more minutes. She looks somewhat relieved by the end as fucking Hyde gets in his car and leaves. Thank god. I would have been a nervous wreck if she got in that bastard's car. Anastasia rushes back to the back door and closes the door.
I look around in search of that parking lot for Ana's car. Mine is the only one in sight. What the fuck? How is she getting home? I hope to god she isn't walking at this time of the night in such a place. She is probably getting a ride and will be out soon. I decide to wait a few more minutes to make sure she leaves safely and at least with a fucking ride and not on her own. If she is walking, i could not care less how creepy it is, i will ask her to get in the car and give her a ride home. I wait for a few more minutes, slowly becoming more anxious as the minutes tick by. It is now 4 a.m. There is no possible way she spent this long closing. Hyde wouldn't be this cruel. She couldn't have left from the front entrance as no cars have come anywhere in this area. Fuck! I can't wait anymore. I call Welch. I am fucking crazy and I am calling Welch.
"Sir."
"Welch listen. I need you to track the location of Anastasia Steele's phone for me."
"I will email you in five minutes, sir." Welch replies, with the hint of exasperation in his voice. I let it slide because I am fucking insane.
"Great. Thank you."
I hang up and begin to tap my fingers in the steering wheel. In 3 minutes i hear the ring of my blackberry, indicating a new email. Bless his soul.
I open the email and stare confused at the content.
Subject: Anastasia Steele cellphone
4:02 a.m.
Angel's nightclub
425 Anabay Road
What the fuck? Why the actual fuck is she still in there?! Is she spending the night at the strip club for fuck's sake? As soon as the thought crosses my mind, I regret it. I feel a sense of anger because it could very well be true.