CPOV

"We're almost there Christian," Jason warns as we head around the corner near the alley we always park in. I straighten out my suit jacket and put on my black Ralph Lauren coat.

"Can you hear me Christian," my dad asks through the hidden earpiece I have in.

"Loud and clear Dad. Could you hear Jason?"

"Yes perfectly. Try and get them to talk more about their surroundings tonight son if you can. But please, only do it if it's safe."

"I will Dad. Is Mom at my apartment ready for when we come back?"

"Yes, she and the girls are there to take care of her and make her feel welcomed."

"Okay. I have to go now. I love you Dad."

"I love you too Christian." He switches off the communication and pushes for the recording to take place. I wish I didn't have to keep doing this. I mean I don't HAVE to do any of this. But I want to put an end to Seattle's sex slave business. I want to feel right in helping the women I have saved so far. I just wish we had enough evidence to get these bastards arrested. Maybe tonight will be the night to end it all. I give Jason a reassuring nod; he knows if all hell breaks loose, he has to leave me. I will not risk the evidence we have now by him storming in and saving me.

"Good evening Mr. Grey," the first bodyguard says as he pats me down, making sure I don't have any weapons. When I go through the metal detector, it doesn't sound thanks to the earpiece being made completely of plastic. The owner of this shit, Charlie Fender, knows I only "like" the new arrivals so I get first pick. It's the least I can do to save these women from getting raped or murdered. I knock and step into the dark room and the spot light is shining down on Charlie who is standing in front of the girl.

"Ah Mr. Grey welcome back. Here is our newest member," Charlie says smugly as he steps away so I can see her. When I do, my heart stops dead in its tracks. She has dark mahogany hair, porcelain flawless skin, beautiful curves even if I can see her ribs, and sea blue eyes. God, she's gorgeous, I think to myself. She's a good foot and a half shorter than me so it's no wonder they kidnapped her.

"What is her name," I ask as I continue to stare into her lovely eyes. She seems to be trying to see me through the shadows.

"Well her ID in her bag said her name is Anastasia Rose Steele and she's 22, from Montesano. She was homeless but I bet she'd still be a good fuck." God I hate that man. I step into the light and see her form a blush as she gets a better look at me. "Say hello sunshine," Charlie states with a fake smile. But she doesn't pull her eyes away from me as I continue to bore into hers. He reaches out and slaps her hard. It's taking all my restraint not to run over to him and strangle him, but that would blow my cover. Ever since joining this secret "club" I've had to be very careful of my actions. "I said say hello you dumb bitch," he yells at her.

"I can't," she mouths to him in a very angry way. It hits me like a train; she's a mute.

"Don't bother Charlie, she's a mute," I warn trying my best to regain composure. Her face is already starting to redden on the side he struck her and I want to hold her and comfort her. Okay, where did that come from?

"Oh a mute huh? Well I'll take her back into the holdings and bring another one out for you to look at," Charlie states as he rubs his chin. I can't loose her; she has to be my new guest. What I say next shocks even me, but it's all to maintain my cover.

"No don't, she perfect. She won't be a screamer," I say coldly. She freezes and the tears fall down her face and hit the floor below her. God I hate seeing her upset but at the same time she sees me as a threat and a potential rapist or murderer, so I'm not surprised by her reaction. I pay 3 million for her and I shake hands with the slime ball Charlie.

"Well it was a pleasure doing business with you once again Mr. Grey."

"You as well Charlie." He walks over and undoes her restraints.

"Be good to your new master and maybe he'll go easy on you." She starts rubbing her wrists and I know they'll be bruised tomorrow. "I'll go get the stuff she had when we picked her up." He exits the room, leaving us alone. I take off my coat and walk over to her. She flinches and covers her head to protect herself. I just want to take her into my arms and tell her everything will be all right from here and I'm going to protect her now. But these feelings have never happened before with the other girls I saved, who I call "guests". I place my coat over her tiny frame and she looks up at me with her huge eyes again. She is underweight I can plainly see. I wonder how long she's been homeless and what caused her to become homeless. Charlie enters the room and hands me her bag, but I know she'll feel a little better holding it so I hand it over to her. She clutches it close to her chest as I escort her out to the car. Jason gives her a reassuring smile but as soon as she's in the car, she tries the door handle to try to escape only to find it's locked. She crams herself into a corner far from me, and again I don't blame her for her actions.

"Ms. Steele, I know this is going to be very hard for you to believe me when I say this, but please do. My name is Christian Grey and I bought you to save you." She looks at me with questioning eyes. "This is my body guard Jason Taylor. I will go into further details later but in laments terms, I bought you from a sex slave market. Where we are going now is my apartment Escala. There you will meet my mother Grace who is a doctor, my sister Mia, my sister-in-law Kate, and Gail, Jason's wife and my housekeeper. Please don't be frightened by any of us Ms. Steele, we're only going to help you from here." She looks at Jason reflection in the mirror.

"That's right ma'am, we're only going to help you. We're never going to let you get hurt again," Jason adds and I know he's trying to ease her too.

"Ana," she mouths at me.

"You'd rather be called Ana?" She nods. I smile at her and she looks right into my eyes once more. "Then Ana it is. I prefer to be called Christian myself rather than Mr. Grey." She slowly pulls her hand away from her body and holds it out for me to shake.

"Nice to meet you Christian."

"You as well Ana." I take her hand and feel every nerve I have come alive. Her eyes widen and she quickly pulls her hand back. I take out my earpiece, and text my dad that I've turned it off as we park in the parking garage of Escala. We lead her to the elevator and ascend, giving her as much space as she needs. When the doors open, we step out into the kitchen and see the four women waiting for us.