Tuesday, June 11, 2013

BOOK IV - Chapter II - Christian and Anastasia Fan Fiction

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.
Pablo Neruda




My heart and my world are shattered beyond recognition with her confirmation. Why then did she say she’d never leave me before? Was it part of a grander scheme? I want to believe that she loved me. How can I though? I’m unlovable. Unworthy. I have to know why she was with me if she didn’t love me. She told me she didn’t care about my money at every chance she got. Why now? The idea that she might have wanted me for money is killing me. I don’t want it to be true. I don’t want my dad or Elena to be right. I thought the love we had was sacred. What I feel for her is sacred. It will never change. Even if all she wanted from me was money. But I need to hear this from her even it kills me.

“But why the cash? Was it always the money?” I ask finally in a barely audible voice, the torment of my soul is evident in every syllable I utter.

“No,” comes through a teary whisper. It’s me, then. I screwed it up.

“Is five million enough?” I ask. What is five million when I lose my soul, the love of my existence?

“Yes,” she whispers.

“And the baby?” I ask. I don’t recognize my own voice. I am losing my wife, and my child. She finally saw that I’m unfit to be a father, to be her husband. We argued before. Fought. Sulked for days. But we always found a way to make up. What about our baby? How can I possibly worry the loss of someone whose existence scared the life out of me? But I do.

“I’ll take care of the baby,” she murmurs. She sounds like she’s made up her mind, further breaking my heart, killing me slowly.

Killing me Softly – Roberta Flack

“Is this what you want?” I ask, tormented. I have to know. I want to beg her, see a shred of hope. Please tell me ‘no’! Give me something to fight with.

“Yes,” she replies emotionless.

I think the pain of death is preferable to this one single word; because I’m dying. I inhale sharply, painfully. She plunges the final stab into my heart and twists the knife with this one word, one confirmation.  “Take it all,” I hiss. I’ve lost her. Nothing else matters. Property, money, company… They mean nothing without her. She’s stripped me bare of my soul; no need to protect the shell.

“Christian…” she sobs. I feel the love in that one word, and maybe it’s my mind’s self-preservation, a wishful thinking, trying to make me believe what isn’t there. The ache is sharp; my heart is bleeding, cut into a thousand pieces. “It’s for you. For your family. Please. Don’t,” she begs, tearfully.

“Take it all, Anastasia,” I choke. Love destroyed me. But, I would rather love her all my life and feel this pain, than go through an existence devoid of loving her.

“Christian—“she begs. My mind is betraying me once again making me feel her love that isn’t there.

“I’ll always love you,” I declare my love in a hoarse, cracking voice, and hang up on her.

Michael Bublé – That’s all

Taylor is on the phone talking to someone, but I don’t care. I’m collapsed on the floor next to Charlie Tango heaving, trying to push the sobs back, and they keep coming back relentlessly, incapacitating me. I need to call the bank back and get Whelan on the phone. I will still do what Ana wants, what she needs from me. She can get all the money she wants from me. Everything if that’s what she desires… I call the banker’s direct line.

“Troy Whelan speaking.”

“It’s Christian Grey. I’ve spoken to my wife,” I say fighting to push the emotions back. My wife… Am I calling her by that title for the last time?  “Give her the money. Whatever she wants.”

“Mr. Grey, I can’t…” he starts his usual shit about how this is so irregular, out of their norm. I cut him off. Today is the last day I want to listen to anyone whine.

“Liquidate five million of my assets. Off the top of my head: PKC, Georges, Atlantis Corps, Ferris and Umatic. A million from each.”

Then he starts the same shit I expected him to say:

“Mr. Grey, this is highly irregular. I’ll have to consult with Mr. Forlines.”

“I’m playing golf with him next week,” I hiss at him. “Just fucking do it Whelan. Find a way, or I’ll close all the accounts and move GEH’s business elsewhere. Understand?” I shout my demands.

Whelan is speechless at the end of the line. Taylor is on his phone and pacing back and forth, wearing a track on the tarmac and is getting louder than I am.

“Are you absolutely sure?” he bellows. The tone of his voice briefly diverts my attention.

“When?” He stops in his place. “What time exactly?” He says and checks his time; his eyes widen and he stiffens in his tracks.

“Why the fuck would you wait to call this long? You fucking charge over a $1,000 an hour! If Mr. Grey doesn’t fire your ass…” he says and stops. His voice switches from a furious tone to Defcon-1.

“You did? I don’t give a shit! Do you realize that it’s been four hours since he was released? Who did they release him to?... Do you have an address?” his eyes widen with the response he gets. “You, fucking incompetent bastard! Stop yapping! Hang on!” he says and walks towards me, his gaze somber, full of rage, looking like an uncaged predator, mirroring me. He’s put his Blackberry to his chest to muffle our conversation from whoever is on the other end of the line.

“We’ll sort the fucking paperwork out later,” I add, my attention drifting to Taylor.

“Yes, Mr. Grey,” says Whelan and I hung up. I rub my eyes, both hands in my hair pulling forcefully as look at Taylor.

“Ana’s leaving me, Taylor,” I mutter with agony in my voice, my soul is desolate. “But I still want to go to the bank and want her to tell me that to my face. I deserve better than a phone call from a bank manager, I think! She can give me that much. Then I’ll let her go. It should take the bank a little while to complete the procedure,” I say.

“I put my reputation on the line that she isn’t leaving you! I know caddy bitches, and Mrs. Grey isn’t one. This isn’t her way, Mr. Grey! ” Taylor says with speedy fervor.

“She’s withdrawing five million dollars. It’s over… I fucked it up,” I say as my entire body is trembling.

“The hell it’s over, Mr. Grey! I need you to run with me to the SUV please,” he says and continues talking full speed as he yanks my arm. “I have profiled countless people in the past. Even a blind man would know that she doesn’t care about your money! Your fucking incompetent attorney just informed me that Hyde is out on bail!" 

"What?" I ask stopping in my tracks.

"Jack Hyde is released on bail!" he repeats.


"Sometime this morning. Mrs. Grey withdrawing five million bucks just after the fucker’s release from jail can’t be a coincidence."

"Do you think he's blackmailing her with something?"

"I don't know. There's a lot of missing pieces in this story, and not everything is what it seems.  It's possible. The asshole been out for the last four hours or possibly more! I’ll tell you the details in the car, sir. Can we keep please keep running? We don’t have a second to lose!” he says emphatically, angry and for the first time I realize that Taylor, too has lost control. Then he holds his Blackberry on his ear but I extend my hand firmly for the phone as we run through the parking lot to get to the SUV.

“With fucking pleasure!” he says and thrusts the phone into my hand.

“Who the hell is this?” I bark, adrenaline coursing through me, giving me a shot of energy. A weak voice answers.

“It’s Trent Baxter, sir. Nearly three hours ago, we were informed that Mr. Hyde was released on bail.”

“And you call us now?” I shout, my blood boiling. “My wife may be in danger because of my fucking attorneys’ incompetence!”

“We tried to call you hour and a half ago sir, but both your phone and Taylor’s went to voice mail. We tried calling GEH, and your assistant told us that you were in Portland, and may be in mid-flight which is why we waited to call you until this time.”

“You said three hours,” I say my voice is low and deadly as I continue to run faster than I ever did and we make it to the SUV within excruciatingly long few minutes. “Three fucking hours!” I shout to the top of my lungs. “Three hours ago I was available! You were supposed to prevent this from happening, and if there was an off chance that he was to be granted bail, you were to be informed immediately, and inform me!! I’ll deal with your fucking ass tomorrow!” I growl with malice as slide into the passenger seat of the SUV. Taylor hits the gas before we close the doors.

“I’m sorry Mr…” he says, but I hang up, cutting him off. After handing Taylor his Blackberry, I immediately dial Anastasia’s phone on my own Blackberry. Now that I know the fucker Hyde is granted bail and like a moronic petulant adolescent I didn’t speak to my wife for the last couple of days I’ve no idea where we stand. Something is definitely off, and somehow Taylor’s trust in her chagrins me in the lack of trust I had in my own wife. This is not Anastasia’s way. She would tell me off if she really didn’t want me. If Hyde is behind this, I have to find out. She said, ‘no’ at first when I asked her if she was leaving me. Her shock in hearing my question was as great as mine in asking it. Then she changed her mind in a split second. Something is horribly wrong with this picture. I wait on the line as Anastasia’s phone rings and rings ominously, but she doesn’t answer. I hang up, my insides are twisting.

I speed dial Sawyer then put the Blackberry in the cradle.

“Mr. Grey, I’m at the bank,” he answers without waiting for me to say a word. His voice echoes through the speakers in the SUV’s sound system.

“Do you see Mrs. Grey? Did you get to talk to her?”

“She’s just walking out with the bank manager,” he says and waits. “I’m looking at her right now. She’s holding her finger, saying, just a minute…” he says waits.

“We’re on our way to the bank! Keep her there until we get to the bank!”

“Taylor, ETA?” I ask turning to him.

“Ten minutes,” he says as he floors the gas.

“We’ll be there in ten minutes. Can you manage to keep her there?” I ask acidly.

“She just walked back to the manager’s office. The manager is looking surprised by her going back to the room. He just followed her back into his office. Oh shit, Mr. Grey! I have a feeling she’s going to try to evade me again, sir. But, I’m not leaving without her!” he says with determination.

“Sawyer, we’re going to cross under the bridge, the reception may get lost. Stay with her! We’ll be there in a few minutes!” I urge him. I press my foot down on the floor as if I too have an access to the accelerator. But of course I don’t. The line goes dead.

My heart is drumming in my ears. My hands are fisted, rattling the center console.

“She ain’t in it for your money, Mr. Grey!” Taylor says fervently, his gaze fixed on the road. 

“Maybe not… But I’ve been ass.”

"I really am mad at her for not coming to us if Hyde is blackmailing her! But, I can't focus on that right now. We have to rescue her from Hyde!"

"What if she really is...leaving?" I ask, my voice low.

“Mr. Grey. Let’s focus on what we do know, the facts:  If Mrs. Grey was in it for money, she would have taken a lot more. I will speak out of turn, but to give you an unbiased perspective. Five million is pocket change for you, sir! You are worth twelve billion Dollars, for God’s sake!”

“She said she didn’t want it when I told her to take everything…” I mutter.

“That doesn’t sound like someone who is there to take your money! I have an ominous feeling that Mrs. Grey is in imminent danger. I think she’s acting this way because fucking Hyde is out of jail on bail! We don’t know the connection yet, sir. Every fiber in my being is telling me that Hyde has something to do with this. He might be threatening her. With what? That, I don't know,” he bellows.

A violent shudder goes through me as if someone walked over my grave. My breathing increases and my gaze is fixed on the road ahead trying to get to my wife. Taylor hits the breaks and the tires screech and leave a long trail of skid marks as he overshoots the bank’s parking lot. He immediately makes a right turn into the parking lot as the tires drag and the vehicle tilts to left momentarily, then parks the SUV right in front of the bank. Without turning the car off, we both rush into the bank. We find Sawyer arguing with the bank manager loudly.

“I'm asking you one last time: Where did Mrs. Grey go?” he is barking at Whelan.

“If you do not remove yourself from our bank, I will have you forcefully removed, sir,” Whelan is threatening Sawyer. An armed security guard is approaching towards the small cluster of two. As Taylor and I rush into the bank full speed, we come to a skidding halt and barely avoid a collision with two.

“Where is my wife?” I ask Whelan.

“Mr. Grey!” Whelan gushes. “This gentleman has been most impolite seeking the whereabouts of Mrs. Grey,” he complains.

“Of course he does, you fucking ass! He’s her personal bodyguard! Where did Mrs. Grey go?” Whelan’s mouth drops open, and he gestures the bank guard away. The patrons and employees alike are focused on our group, and watching us.

“Mrs. Grey saw this gentleman here, and said that someone was following her, and she wanted to exit from the rear of the bank…” he says, and “through the employee exit,” he qualifies.

“Did you give her the money?”

“Yes sir.”

“Track the car!” I order Sawyer.

“That’s the thing sir. The car is immobile. It’s parked right here,” Sawyer lifts up his phone to show me the dot marking her vehicle.

“I can answer that,” says Whelan trying to get on my good side. “Mrs. Grey left in a black Dodge SUV. A female friend of hers came to pick her up in black pants and shirt and a baseball cap. Come to think of it, Mrs. Grey was very surprised and rather unhappy to see her there. I couldn't say the same about the other person, though.”

“What did she look like? Come on man, speak!” I shout.

“Well, tall, slim, dark hair. She had nondescript clothing, all black and a baseball cap as I said, and sunglasses. But Mrs. Grey recognized her and called her ‘Elizabeth’.”

“Fuck! Elisabeth Morgan?”

“She didn’t say the last name.”

“I’ve got the cell phone on the move!” Taylor says and shouts to the Whelan as he’s heading towards the exit. “Call the cops! This might be a kidnapping!” and we run out to the SUV to follow the signal from Anastasia’s Blackberry.

“Wait!” shouts Whelan behind us as he’s trying to catch up in rapid steps. “This might be important. After Mrs. Grey went back into my office, she asked me to give her a few minutes to make a phone call. Then, right before we went out from the backdoor she asked me to lend my cell phone to her which I did and of course and she now has my phone with her. Does it make sense to you? Because it sure doesn’t to me…” he says.

“Of course it does! She knew her cell phone would be taken and she wanted to be found! Check for your cell phone in the bushes, someplace inconspicuous, trash, dumpster behind the bank. If it's there, we know for sure that they've kidnapped her!” I shout. "If you find it, make sure the cops know that this is a kidnapping!" I hear gasps among the female patrons and employees alike and a few of them already make their way to the back of the bank to assist the manager. My wife knew I would track her! She was leaving breadcrumbs, clues behind her so to speak. This is a life and death situation. We run out at top speed.

Taylor and I jump back into the SUV and Sawyer follows us. Taylor puts his phone in the cradle. The red dot indicating Ana’s Blackberry moves on the map becomes my life line, symbolizing my wife’s position, telling me that she’s alive. Things slowly start falling into place. I’m both hopeful and terrified. Hyde attempted to kidnap, torture and fuck my wife; that’s why he was in jail. Now that he succeeded in kidnapping her, I’m writhing in agony in my seat with worry eating me up alive.

“Let’s move fucking faster, Taylor!” I bellow. Taylor runs every red light, swerves, and weaves between cars, and even drives on the sidewalk narrowly avoiding a few pedestrians before he can jump the SUV in front of a Ford Sedan. I see the red dot coming to a halt by the old industrial part of town. Most of those buildings are abandoned, and I seriously start fearing for her life more than ever. Because the red dot is ominously blinking in the same spot on the map. Did they dump her phone, or did they take her out of the car? What are they doing to her? If Ana was getting the money for herself, she wouldn’t be going to a fucking abandoned factory! I know she’s kidnapped by Hyde. And that gut wrenching feeling is tearing me apart. It’s now a race between life and death! My legs are shaking; my hands are fisted repeatedly thumping like the four horsemen of the apocalypse.

“ETA is two minutes!” Taylor warns, momentarily breaking my ominous thought. I start praying. “Please let her be okay! Please, don’t let harm come to my wife and my baby! Please keep her safe! I love her! I love my wife! Please…” I mutter my prayers under my breath. My lips move but no sound comes out. I violently wipe an escaped tear with my knuckle. My gaze is fixed on the road, and when the edge of the peeling paint, and broken windows of the old warehouses and abandoned factories start appearing, I can hear my own heartbeat thumping in my chest with surmounted uneasiness. We are only about fifty yards away from the red dot. When Taylor enters into the concrete road with cracks on it, giving the SUV's shocks a workout, I finally see the black Dodge SUV parked on the side, and then hear a single shot being fired, shattering my world. My heart stops; all sounds cease to exist except the loud gushing of blood as if a tunnel opened up in my ears. No!! No!

“Anaaa!” I shout and I can see my agony reflected in Taylor’s face. The SUV comes to a screeching halt and I yank the door open and run full speed in the direction of Ana’s body on the concrete ground. I hear other vehicles come rushing, tires screeching, people shouting but I see nothing but my Ana’s body is on the dusty, concrete road, lying motionless. A revolver by her hand. She shot the fucking bastard! Momentary relief floods me but it's short lived.

“Ana!” I shout. My voice reflects the torment, and agony I’m drowning in. I would harrow hell for her, but this… this is killing me. When I reach her, I sink to the ground, and hold her in my arms, and see her eyes close as I reach her.

“ANAAA!” It’s the sound of mournful anguish coming out of me. I wrap my wife in my arms, and vaguely notice Taylor securing Elisabeth Morgan who has her hands up. I hear the sirens in the distance.

“Taylor!” I shout. “Tayloooor!” despairing. He comes running as Sawyer is pointing a gun at Jack who is writhing on the floor. My baby’s face and body forming bruises already, she's cold, her breathing shallow, barely noticeable. “Hold my girl!” I say. Taylor is the only person I can trust her safety at the moment. He doesn’t hesitate, and cradles Ana into his arms.

I turn in his direction with one goal in mind. I am going to kill Hyde with my bare hands. I rush in his direction. Understanding my intent, he wobbles onto his feet pressing down to his bloodied leg with one hand, and half wobbles, half runs away from me. I speed up, and leap on top of him. We roll on the concrete floor a few times. I sit on top of him pressing down on his wounded leg with my knee, and land my punches on his face.

"Fuuuck!" he screams in pain and struggles beneath me while tries to knee me with his good leg.
"Mr. Grey! Your sister is here!" Sawyer shouts as he comes out of the old warehouse with Mia's body is lolling in his arms. With the added sight of my sister to the picture, I totally lose myself. I grab Hyde off the ground and bring him up.

"You fucked with the wrong man's family!” I shout with nothing but murder in my eyes. I grab him at the nape of his neck, and pulling back my leg, I knee him in the groin repeatedly as he feebly tries to fight me off. Then I swing a right hook into his chin, and hear the crack. "Fight me!" I shout. He tries to swing his punch ineffectually.

"Come on!" I taunt him. I grab his head between my hands firmly, and head butt him forcefully three times. The force if our collision rattles my head, but I don't care. Pain is welcome. It makes me feel something again. He groans but manages to land a punch to my left side. It barely registers. I have one goal in mind.

“Mr. Grey! The ambulance is here!” I vaguely hear the sirens and shouts. A woman screams.

“Hold your hands up!” someone shouts. I ignore the warning. I land successive punches on Hyde’s chest; he can barely stand on his feet. He falls to the ground screaming in agony. I lift him up by his hair and punch him repeatedly until my knuckles are bloodied. I feel two people pulling me off him with all their strength.

“It’s enough Grey! You’ll kill him! He’s unconscious already! Go tend your wife; she’s being taken to the hospital!” the voice orders. My eyes are glazed with murderous rage. I struggle out of the hold of the cops who are using all their strength to keep me immobile. I punch one of them and two more takes his place trying to tackle me down. I grab the right arm of one with both hands, my back turned to him using the strength of biceps and forearms. I raise my arms above my head, and twisting his arm with force of both my arms, the cop’s body obeys and he flies through the air and lands on the ground on his back loudly. Another cop tries to subdue me by coming behind me, but using the shoulder elbow lock, I dislocate his shoulder.

“Jesus Christ, Grey! Stand down! You took Hyde down! Stop!” shouts an authoritative male. I recognize the voice of Detective Clark.

“Hands up, or we’ll shoot!” shouts another skittish cop. I don’t listen. I’m outside of my body; fighting with every cop who is blocking my way to Hyde’s worthless ass methodically with the precision of a well-oiled machine. I want to kill him! I see medics attending him, and putting him on a gurney. The cops are trying to prevent me from reaching him.  

“Detective, get your men to stand down! Keep them away from Grey! He’s distraught. Cut the man some slack! I’ll take him!” It’s Taylor.

“Get him to stop Taylor! My men are only trying to subdue him so he doesn’t harm anyone else! He can’t take law into his own hands! Not in my jurisdiction!” barks the detective back at him.

“Do you really wanna argue that now? Remember who the victim is here, Detective! Grey doesn’t have a weapon! Your cops do! Have them holster their weapons! Don’t force my men to shoot cops! We will if they fire one single shot on him! Get your men to stand down!” I hear Taylor shout. I feel like a cornered wild animal.

“Stand down! Back away! Holster your weapons!” I hear the detective shout. Taylor runs towards me. Cops are slowly stepping back; their weapons are slowly getting holstered. Taylor approaches me with measured steps, his hands are up to show me he means me no harm.

“Mr. Grey! They’re taking Ana to the hospital. Please, she needs medical attention immediately!” Taylor says and his words don’t register at first. I find myself getting into a defensive posture. But he grapples me from behind and I realize that I start sobbing helplessly as reality sinks in. I struggle in his hold, but the fight is leaving me.

“Don’t fight me Mr. Grey! Ana needs help right now! She needs you! Now! The ambulance will leave without you if you don’t come!”

My wife’s name is my lifeline getting me out my murderous rage. I turn and look at Taylor, my eyes clouded, my face wet with tears mixing with dust and dirt. “Ana?” I ask in a choked voice.

“This way,” Taylor says and he guides me quickly in the direction of one of the ambulances. Two medics are feverishly attending Ana’s motionless body on the gurney as Taylor pushes me in.

“He’s not supposed to be in here!” says one of the medics.

“The hell, I’m not! She’s my wife!” I shout.

“Let him!” I hear the Detective and catch the pity in his eyes.

Anastasia has an oxygen mask on; her arms are hooked to an IV line, and some other fluids. She’s strapped tightly and they’ve already cut the clothes out of her body which are on a small heap on the floor and they covered her modesty with a light blue disposable sheet. Seeing her motionless, bruised, and barely breathing kills me inside. I gently hold her hand, trying hard not to jostle her. Someone closes the door behind us, and sirens blaring, we’re on the move to the hospital.

Broken – Seether and Amy Lee

Yet each man kills the thing he loves

By each let this be heard

Some do it with a bitter look

Some with a flattering word

The coward does it with a kiss

The brave with a sword

Oscar Wilde


The shades of moods Boss had been in the last two days will cover the color spectrum from end to end. I have seen him in fits of rage, contempt, aggravation, apathetic, bewildered, angry, joyful, jealous, lusty, happy, predatory, and even downright weird and goofy around Ana, but I’ve never seen him in despair. This is a new one for him. He’s never been out of his element, and yet, he was completely preoccupied in Portland. I’m just hoping that he gets us to Seattle in one piece. Right before we leave Portland I notice that I have a missed call from Sawyer.

“That’s strange. I didn’t hear the phone ring. It’s Sawyer,” I say, and Mr. Grey is pure attention. Knowing that he had a fight with Ana yesterday morning, and she hasn't even seen his face since yesterday morning, this could be important. I immediately check the tracker on my phone set for Mrs. Grey’s vehicle. It’s on the move.

“Mrs. Grey’s car is on the move. This is an unscheduled trip,” I mutter. I don’t have to say that twice to make my Boss nervous as if I stuck his hand into a wasp nest. I dial Sawyer immediately without listening to his message.

“T!” he says anxiously.

“Sawyer, why is Mrs. Grey’s vehicle on the move on an unscheduled trip?” I ask accusingly; my tone commanding.

“I wanted to let you know Mrs. Grey is with me. She’s unwell. I’m taking her back to Escala…” he says.

“I see,” I say getting concerned. Mrs. Grey is pregnant and my insecure boss went bat-shit crazy on her couple of nights ago. Hell, I know it’s not easy to be a dad, but damn, when he turns his charm on full blast like that even my knees start shaking and he could try the patience of a saint! But poor sap is crazy over his wife, and that’s his saving grace. He looks at me anxiously. Worry is written all over his face. “Mrs. Grey is unwell, and Sawyer is taking her back to Escala,” I answer his questioning gaze. He tries to gather his composure, and slides back his I’m-in-control persona, and answers:

“Tell him, we’re sitting at the tarmac, but will leave soon. We should be in Seattle in an hour. If she needs a doctor, he should take her there. Otherwise, let her rest. I’ll be home soon.” I really hope that they sort their shit out soon! I feel so uncomfortable being the middle man in their communication like two teenagers who aren't speaking and using their friends as mediaries.

“Yes, sir,” I reply and convey his message to Sawyer. Mr. Grey quickly conducts his flight checks and takes off the airport just as soon as the last word leaves the mouth of the Airport Traffic Controller. He remains tense all through the flight. He’s a stubborn man, and I can see that his pride, ego, and his mulish nature combat against his love and desire he has for her. But, he finally manages to focus on the flight and lands us in one piece in Seattle.

I turn on my Blackberry first thing as soon as we’re on the ground, and my fucking Blackberry rings like the messenger of doomsday. I answer without delay after seeing Sawyer’s name on the Caller ID.

“Sawyer! What’s up?”

“Mrs. Grey tricked me and ran away from Escala!” What the hell did he just say? My blood freezes, and then runs hot immediately, searing me.

“She did what?” I shout in shock. “Where are you?” I ask and his answer comes muffled, breathless. I can’t understand every other word he’s saying because he’s talking in rapid fire.

“Slow down, are you running?”

“I was.”


“I’m in the SUV, chasing her car in streets of Seattle. Well, tracking more like it. Her vehicle is motionless. She’s parked it somewhere.”


“You won’t believe it! At the bank!”

“What is happening?” Boss asks in his don’t-you-dare-fuck-with-me-by-being-evasive mode. I open my mouth to answer Mr. Grey, but he gets a phone call of his own. Without taking the blazing intensity of his eyes away from me he answers. His face changes suddenly to one of shock, betrayal, and utter disbelief.

“She is doing what?” he shouts, then listens to the person on the other line.

“I don’t give a flying fuck what your bank holds, or reserves. Did you just say my wife is there to withdraw five million dollars?” he growls like a wild beast.

“Taylor? Did you hear me? I need your instructions,” Sawyer shouts.

“Repeat the last thing you said!” I order.

“Mrs. Grey’s car is parked at the bank, and I just drove into the bank’s parking lot right now. I suspect that she’s in the back someplace, because I’m not seeing her at any of the desks here.”
From Mr. Grey’s shocked expression, I have a feeling he’s got a call from the bank. This is so unlike Mrs. Grey.

“Sawyer! Remain on her tail. Call Ryan! I have a feeling something big is going down!” Then I get another glimpse of Mr. Grey’s face in a mood I have never seen him in before with this intensity: pure, undiluted anguish unlike the one he had when Ana left him. This look is accompanied by betrayal. Every cell on my body is on full alert telling me that all is not what it seems. I never dismiss my intuition. That’s what made me a great solider. I have to remain in charge to get us through today. It may save more than one life.

“I have to call you back!” I say and hang up on Sawyer and dial Welch.

“Taylor? Where the hell have you guys been? I have been dialing you every other minute in the last hour!”

“I’m here now!” I say and see my unconquerable boss collapse on the tarmac on his knees as if begging his wife, sobbing! Oh, fuck! What the hell did she say to bring this man to his knees, to rip him apart like this in anguish? I’ve seen men put through torture back in the day in the hands of the enemy. But, this shit is a new level in cruel and unusual punishment.

“Welch! Shit’s hitting the fan from every direction, and I have a feeling this is just the beginning!”

“What is going on?”

“Something is happening to or about Mrs. Grey, and I can’t put my finger on it yet. Gather your best man together and track Mrs. Grey’s vehicle and her phone. She’s the key to all of this for now! I have a feeling we will converge at the same point…” I say and I hear another incoming call.

I look at the caller ID. The number belongs to Mr. Grey’s attorney’s firm. What could they want now?

“Welch, the fucking blood suckers are calling! I gotta get this! I repeat: I need you to gather a group of your best men, and track Mrs. Grey! Something happened to her today to make her act bizarre! Check her phone records from today, and for God’s sake hurry the fuck up!” I say, and he says, “wait! You didn’t hear…” he says, but I switch the line.

“What?” I seethe with anger, losing control.

“Taylor… This is Trent Baxter,” one of Mr. Grey’s attorneys says calmly on the phone.

“Baxter, what the hell is going on?” I bark.

“I wanted to inform you and Mr. Grey that Jack Hyde had been granted bail this morning,” and with that declaration, all the blood rushes into my head, and finally something makes sense. Rage to rival my Boss’ spreads over me like poison in bloodstream. I could kill someone with this incompetence! Grey has left Seattle what, about half a day, and everyone manages to fuck everything up royally! I want to make sure that I heard him correctly.

“When?” I ask in a menacing voice.

“Sometime this morning,” he replies evasively, like the fucking lawyer he is. I come to a halt on the tarmac where I’ve been wearing down a trail.

“Let me rephrase my question then. Clearly you do not understand me. What time exactly?” I ask enunciating. He pauses, his voice is lower.

“The bail was granted at 8:00 a.m. but the processing of the papers took over an hour, and he was released around 9:00 a.m. this morning give or take fifteen minutes. But my sources say that it could have been as late as 10:00 a.m.” I check my watch. His report is all over the place. The fucker could have been free for five or six hours! Four hours by the worst accounts. I start pacing again, unable to find anything to hit.

“Why the fuck would you wait to call this long? You fucking charge over a thousand dollars an hour! If Mr. Grey doesn’t fire your ass…” I shout; I’m a cocked pistol, blowup is imminent. But the fucking lawyer tries to interfere.

“But we did call! We tried to call both Mr. Grey’s phone and yours!”

“You did?” I ask to confirm in a mocking voice.

“Yes, hour and a half ago. The phone went to voice mail. Then we called the GEH, and Andrea Parker said that you guys might be in mid-flight.”

“I don’t give a shit! Do you realize that it’s been four hours at least since he was released?”

“Yes, I realize that, but we only learned about it three hours ago. Cut me a little slack!” I'll cut you a slack alright! From here to hell!

“Who did they release him to?”

“We don’t know who provided the bail, or who he went with.”

“Do you have an address?”

“Look Taylor, everything about his release is a mystery. I will go to the courthouse and get the details. All the information we have about his release is vague. Hold on a second…” he says having the gull to put me on hold during the biggest emergency we have!

“My assistant was checking on the address and just uncovered that it was one of those mailbox addresses that appear like a regular physical address. So, we got nothing!” My eyes widen with this man’s inadequacy.

“You fucking bastard!” I shout.

“Calm down Taylor! We’ll sort this out today…” he says coolly. The audacity!

“Stop yapping!” I say with ferocity barely contained by the skin of my teeth, and walk towards my boss who looks like he’s died a thousand deaths within the matter of a few minutes. “Hang on!” I hold the phone to my chest to prevent the hyena from hearing our conversation. Boss says something to the person he’s on the phone with and hangs up. Then he looks at me with red rimmed, swollen, grim eyes. His appearance has all the evidence that he’s been through a hundred wringers, beaten, tortured and his soul ripped out from the roots.

“Ana’s leaving me, Taylor,” he chokes out. And in those four words, I see the man on fire, burning in his own personal hell, tied in the purgatory. My boss has many faults. But one of his biggest faults is that he does not trust enough to the one person he ought to trust. Because a man may be deceived if he trusted a little too much, but he will put himself through torment like Mr. Grey is doing right now if he doesn’t trust enough. He doesn’t trust in his wife’s love for him! Hell, I trust it, why can’t he? He wants to go to the bank to hear it from Ana’s own lips. Hallelujah! No matter what the reason, this is his first sane reaction! But I gotta set my boss straight.

“I put my reputation on the line that she isn’t leaving you! I know caddy bitches…” hell do I know them. I was married to one. I tell him that it’s not Mrs. Grey’s way.

“She’s withdrawing five million dollars. It’s over… I fucked it up,” he says. Oh, God damn it Mr. Grey! What is five million to you? It’s fucking pocket change. Sometimes I just want to knock some fucking sense into his brilliant, but self-deprecating brain! If my ex was with Grey, she’d take the twelve billion he has, and also carve another large portion from his future income he would ever make. Mrs. Grey isn’t a greedy brat. I’ve seen her broken over this man into thousands of irreparable pieces! Gail told me how tormented she was when he upped and left when he heard she was pregnant. Their own damned fault is that they’re both very stubborn and proud to admit their faults. Everyone in the house can see that, why can’t they? I need a fucking vacation once this whole shit settles!

“The hell it’s over, Mr. Grey!” I say determined. He still fucking doesn’t realize that his wife’s life may be in danger. “Run with me to the SUV please,” I say and practically drag him after me. I quickly explain that Hyde is on bail, and his fucking incompetent, exorbitantly expensive attorney is on the phone whose ass I would love to kick to hell, but my only consolation is that I know my boss will be roasting him in the Grey fire momentarily. I would enjoy the attorney’s punishment a lot more had the circumstances been different, but we are on a rescue mission right now. I’ll just recall it at my leisure later on a down day. Can’t let today to be one of them…

I can’t shake the ominous feeling even after Mr. Grey chews the lawyer up. He finally understands that Mrs. Grey is in imminent danger, and hands me my phone and using his own Blackberry when we get to the SUV, and as I put the metal to the pedal, he dials Ana’s number, but I can see the distress on his face when she doesn’t answer. He dials Sawyer’s phone and places the phone on the cradle. Sawyer's answering distressed voice echoes in the SUV's speakers. I’m so fucking glad that we have at least eyes and ears on ground zero. But Sawyer says that Mrs. Grey went back into the bank manager’s office. He says that she might try to evade him again, and knowing her, she will.

“Taylor, ETA?” asks Mr. Grey getting me out of my reveries. When I tell him ten minutes, he relays the time to Sawyer.

 If she is on the run, there’s a reason. Why five million? Why not ten? Why today? Why not wait for a divorce and take him to the cleaners get five billion instead five million since he doesn’t have a pre-nuptial? There are too many red flags in this. I have profiled enemies I have not laid eyes on. Mrs. Grey’s personality is a given. She is madly in love with Christian Grey. Even if she was to break up with him, she wouldn’t use this method knowing how badly it would damage him. No, I’m certain it’s the fucker Hyde threatening her with something. I don’t know what it is yet, but, he will have hell to pay once Mr. Grey catches up to him and I will do everything in my power to let him. We lose Sawyer as I speed through under the bridge. I know that hell is brewing in Mr. Grey’s soul, and I can’t take the tormented edginess in his demeanor. He looks like he’s one of the four horsemen of the apocalypse, especially with his tense drumming.

“She ain’t in it for you money, Mr. Grey,” I blurt out, but he needs to hear this from someone who is unbiased. But he manages to have his self-pity take over his good judgment. I try to steer his mind looking into the events objectively. Because if we have to save her life, we are running against the clock and there is no room for his self-deprecation today whatsoever. He finally manages to see the facts from my point of view. Hallelujah!

The ride to the bank is short, and long at the same time because we’re both on edge. The tension runs like red hot wire through us and ready to mow anything that got in our way. Mr. Grey runs out of the SUV before I can put the vehicle into park. I ran after him barely closing my door. I immediately know that Mrs. Grey is gone from Sawyer’s fighting stance against the bank manager who is threatening to remove him with the security. Fuck this shit! How many things can go wrong today?

Mr. Grey’s in control once again and his don’t-you-dare-to-fuck-with-me demeanor is a welcome sight both by me and Sawyer. After setting the bank manager straight, he informs us that a woman named Elisabeth came to pick Mrs. Grey up with a black Dodge SUV. The only Elisabeth who knows both Mrs. Grey and the asshole Hyde is Elisabeth Morgan from SIP. Welch’s research didn’t catch that connection. Apparently Mrs. Grey wasn’t expecting to see her. I know that Mr. Grey is finally on the same page with me. Thank fuck!

I order the bank manager to call the cops as we run out of the bank to track Mrs. Grey’s phone. The bank manager remembers some more crucial in information about Mrs. Grey's visit which makes me feel certain that we are dealing extortion and kidnapping.

“Sawyer! Call Welch! Have him track Mrs. G’s cell phone and have him meet us there with the fucking Calvary, like yesterday!” I shout with urgency.

I put my Blackberry on the cradle to follow the red dot on the map indicating Mrs. G’s location. As long as she’s the dot that’s moving, there’s less of a change that she’s being harmed. The dot moves towards the coastal road around the old industrial quarters which are abandoned and mostly occupied by vagrants and druggies. I know Mrs. G wouldn’t be going to that side of town by her own choice.

“Let’s move fucking faster, Taylor!” shouts Mr. Grey, and even that tone is welcome. I break enough traffic laws to be permanently lose my driver’s license, and I’m quite surprised that I don’t see any police cars following us other than Sawyer behind us breaking just as many laws as I am. When the red dot stops on the map, the silence in the vehicle is thick, suffocating. I can see Mr. Grey’s breathing become heavy. He’s unable to sit still in his seat. If the man could grow wings, he would have flown the coop already.

“ETA is two minutes!” I say giving him a heads up. I keep my gaze on the road, and as I reach the dilapidated warehouses, but I don’t slow down. I hear other vehicles and distant sirens finally. A single gunshot is heard on the road ahead and it’s as if it hit Mr. Grey in the heart. The tormented anguish is spreading through him like the bubonic plague. I don’t ever want to see my boss this broken again. The SUV I’m driving is the first one to reach the crime scene. I hit the brake as I get close to Mrs. Grey on the ground, and for the first time we realize that it is her who fired the shot, but only managed to injure the fucking bastard!

“Anaaa!” screams Mr. Grey in a grief stricken unrecognizable voice I wish never to hear again. He shoots out like an arrow from his seat and runs to his wife, sinking onto the ground to pick her up in an intimately despondent way, holding her close to his chest, rocking back and forth. I jump out of the still running vehicle only a few seconds after Mr. Grey with my weapon cocked and aimed. Sawyer‘s SUV is the next one to screech halt within a few second after us, and he runs out in our direction also with his gun drawn. As I run near Mrs. Grey, I can see that she’s beaten and roughed up and unconscious. God damn it, Mrs. Grey! Why wouldn't you ask for help? A revolver is lying beside her hand on the concrete ground. 

“God damn it to hell!” I shout my exasperation. I take my Blackberry out as I run. I press the three numbers.

“911. What’s your emergency?”

“We need an ambulance or more right now!” I shout and briefly explain the kidnapping and give her the location.

Then I hear Mr. Grey’s agonized voice again, “ANAAA!” like a wounded predator. Is she dying?

"Hurry the hell up, please!" I shout at the operator.

My eyes darken in anger and shift the focus of my attention on Elizabeth Morgan who is holding her hands up in the air and shouting her apologies.

“Fucking too late! Have a nice time in being someone’s bitch in jail!” I shout as I forcefully cuff her hands. Then I hear my name as if a child calls a parent with need, trust, and desperation. “Taylor!” I straighten up to get to Mr. Grey but his voice comes even more forceful.

“Tayloooor!” I am next to him in three seconds. “Hold my girl!” he says, trusting Mrs. Grey’s wounded body into my arms. I hold her with my heart breaking. My fucking nose burns, and some tears pool up behind my eyes which I push back. I fixate my gaze on the writhing body of Hyde on the floor who is screaming like a howler monkey. That stops the tears in their tracks. Sawyer is pointing his gun at him, and I hear more screeching cars. When Hyde sees Mr. Grey with nothing but murder in his eyes, the fucker stands up and starts skipping like a kangaroo as he’s holding his bloodied leg trying to run away. Mr. Grey speeds up, and for a moment I think he’s flying, because his feet are off the ground, and when he lands again, he’s on top of Hyde and they’re tumbling on the ground. The fight begins. Welch and his men are already on the ground stealthily dressed like the former Black-ops they are and scanning the buildings and the vicinity with their guns drawn checking if there’s any additional threat. Sawyer joins them. Not two minutes later he rushes out with someone in his arms.

“Mr. Grey! Your sister is here!” he shouts, and that breaks something else in Mr. Grey and he becomes a relentless machine delivering methodical blows on to Hyde.

Two ambulances and police vehicles finally arrive, and they bring out a gurney to secure Mrs. Grey on as her husband fights her assailant.

“Hold your hands up!” the cops shout not knowing who the victim is. Among the group of police officers, Detective Clark is there as well. When Mr. Grey head butts Hyde and continues to methodically and repeatedly punch him, the cops who have not been able to keep Hyde off the streets try to wrestle Mr. Grey off of his wife’s and sister’s kidnapper. It takes a football team of them to break his hold of Hyde who is by now barely holding onto his life. They pull Hyde away so the medics can tend him while trying to restrain Mr. Grey. But he manages to keep his focus on Hyde like a heat seeking missile and fights off the officers who are trying to hold him down. Within less than two minutes, he floors and subdues three of the cops. Other officers start drawing their guns. Detective Clark shouts his warning.

“It’s enough Grey! You’ll kill him...” but Mr. Grey is very close to the gurney where the medics are treating Hyde’s injuries and he wants to get to him. Clark urges him to go to Mrs. Grey, but Mr. Grey has completely lost himself in his fury and grief and fights off two more cops to open his path to Hyde.

There’s a lot of commotion and Clark isn’t capable of keeping the lid on his own fucking officers! One of the younger cops with an itchy trigger finger shouts:

“Hands up or we’ll shoot!”

Welch and his men are already stealthily surrounding the group of cops who are aiming their weapons at Mr. Grey. I have had enough of this shit sent to this man’s way today. It’ll be a cold day in hell if I let anyone shoot at him!

“Detective, get your men to stand down! Keep them away from Grey! He’s distraught. Cut him some slack! I’ll take him!”

Clark shouts some shit at me saying this is his jurisdiction and Grey can’t take the law into his own hands! It’s not like the detective and the cops did a great job protecting the man’s wife and sister! He should be the one to talk!

I point out the weapons directed at them, and if they don’t stand down, and fire a single shot directed at Grey, I will order to shoot! I will remove my boss from the ground if they leave him alone.

Finally Clark is smart enough to give the order to stand down. His ass and the rest of the cops’ asses would be on the line had they shot Grey after his wife was beaten nearly to death and his sister’s condition is completely unknown!

I approach Mr. Grey slowly, without making him feel like he’s cornered. His eyes are wild, glazed and he’s not himself. I hold my hands up to get to him. I’m his only friend here. It’s my job to protect him.

“Mr. Grey! They’re taking Ana to the hospital,” coax him softly. Ana’s name brings him to the surface from whichever hell he’s been to. Please, she needs medical attention immediately!” I say letting him feel the urgency in my tone, but also let him know that she’s alive. He’s still crouched in a defensive posture, and I seize him in my grip from behind. He struggles in my hold, but the fight in him is gone, and he starts sobbing.

“Don’t fight me Mr. Grey!” I soothe him. “Ana needs you…” and I soothe and coax him to the ambulance where his wife is getting the first medical help, and though one of the medics protest, Clark finally comes to his senses and tells them that it’s okay. I close the door behind him and slap the door twice letting the driver know he’s good to go to the hospital. I nod at Welch and once the ambulance is out of sight, they lower their weapons.

“You were gonna shoot cops?” asks Clark incredulous.

“Let’s put it this way. I wasn’t going to let your officers to shoot an innocent man who died a thousand deaths today with his wife’s kidnapping, beating, and we don’t know if she’s going to make through the day not to mention his sister! Put your fucking priorities straight, Detective! While upholding the law with your high ideals, you managed to allow that fucker…” I say pointing at Hyde, “to nearly kill off a man’s family. Grey’s wife is pregnant! Hyde made her lie to her husband making him believe she was leaving him so Grey wouldn’t follow her. Made her withdraw five fucking million dollars to pay for the ransom for his sister! Christian Grey has had more shit to deal with today than you could ever deal with, in your lifetime. Put yourself in his place, then speak. Hyde clearly used Mr. Grey’s sister as a bait to lure Mrs. Grey! Do you really want fuck a man like Grey and get him to be your enemy for allowing this to happen? I suggest that you and your crew clean this shit up and make sure that those scumbags never see the light of day!”

“Welch, secure everything, and have your men escort Miss Grey’s ambulance. Sawyer’s already left after Mrs. Grey’s ambulance.” I say.

“This is my crime scene!” barks Detective Clark.

“Good luck with that,” I say to Welch and walk to the SUV to drive to the hospital.

The first thing I do is to call Mr. Grey on the phone.

“This is Carrick Grey,” he answers the phone.

“Mr. Grey, this is Taylor. There’s been an incident sir, and I suggest you and your wife go to the hospital immediately.”

“What?” he asks shocked and worried. I hear the leather of his chair squeak as he abruptly stands up. “Is it Christian?”

“No. It’s Miss Mia. I’m assuming you relented on her security, and she was kidnapped by none other than Jack Hyde and by the looks of it he drugged your daughter and used her as a bait to lure Mrs. Grey for a ransom. So she in return told your son she was leaving him, withdrew five million dollars to save Miss Mia. And now she’s beaten half to death, fighting for her life!” I shout. I hear an agonized gasp on the phone, but I am on a roll. Had he not consented for Miss Mia to leave without her security detail, this wouldn’t have happened today.

“How are they?” he asks in a choked voice.

“I don’t know sir. Mrs. Grey is beaten up, bruised, and unconscious. Her life might be in danger. Your son,” I say enunciating, “is going out of his mind. He nearly lost the only person he ever loved. He can use a parent right about now,” I say speaking way out of turn, and I want to be even more out of turn telling him not to have any of that highhanded ‘I’ll give you the distance you want, shit’ because I too have reached my limit but I hold my tongue. I just want to find Gail and hold her as long as I can the first chance I get.

“Mr. Grey really needs someone who can show him that they love and care for him, sir,” I say.

“Which hospital Taylor?”

“Northwest Hospital in Seattle. I’ll see you there sir. I’m going there myself, now.”

“Taylor! Thank you for looking after my son!” he thanks me in a grief stricken voice.

“Yeah…” I say and put the SUV in gear.

“…you may kiss me, and cry; and wring out my kisses and tears: they'll blight you - they'll damn you. You loved me - what right had you to leave me? What right - answer me - Because misery, and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will did it. I have not broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. So much the worse for me that I am strong. Do I want to live? What kind of living will it be when you - Oh, God! would you like to lie with your soul in the grave?”

Emily Brontë


My wife lies motionless, her fingertips cool. The only indication I have of her being alive is the steady beep from the heart monitor. The ambulance blares through the city and find its way to the hospital.

“I need you baby! I want you to fight…for you, for me, for our baby,” I whisper. “Please Ana,” I beg, and my lips tremble with a choking sob. “Wake up baby… I can’t live without you. Why didn’t you come to me? Why Ana?” I agonize. “I love so much, baby… I need you,” I utter my love for her in a low voice.

I Want Love – Elton John

“What injuries does she have?” I ask as I violently rub the streaming tears away from my face with my fisted hands. My teeth clenched, my body is rigid, and I have never felt this helpless. Not in a very very…very long time. Not since I was four.

“We’re just trying to stabilize the patient, sir. The ER doctors will inform you just as soon as they’re done evaluating her condition!” one of the medics say and continue strapping my wife, and putting on various needles and lines into her delicate arms.

Several long minutes later, the ambulance arrives at the hospital and there’s another flurry of movements as number of nurses and doctors rushing to take her in.

“Talk to me!” says a female doctor to the medics.

“Level II trauma. Suspected facial or cranial fractures with no airway compromise. We have not determined if there’s any internal bleeding. Husband said that the patient is pregnant. Doesn't have cardiac injuries, but possible broken ribs. Didn't have time to check the pelvic injuries, but  she has extensive bruising. No arterial bleeding or spinal cord injury. Extremities might have multiple fractures. No penetrating trauma, but has head injuries, and she must be checked for cerebral hemorrhage. She's been unresponsive...” he continues as I run after them, but they shut the door and effectively keep me out of the Trauma center where they are examining her.

“She’s MY WIFE!” I shout as I struggle with the security to enter into the room.

“And we’ll do everything to stabilize her, and keep her alive, sir. You won’t be helping us if you are in the room. Let the doctors do their jobs!”

“She needs me!” I agonize.

“She needs the medical attention more!” says an older nurse approaching me. “I know this very is difficult for you. But you will be helping her if you just let the doctors do their job. They will come out and inform you of her condition just as soon as they stabilize her. Please, sit down, sir…” she says, trying to lead me away from the door.

“I got him!” says a familiar firm voice.

“Come on Mr. Grey. She’ll be alright. We saved her. We saved Mia, too.”

“Oh, Mia! Where’s Mia?” I ask absently. The medics counted several injuries Ana sustained and I'm worried to death.

“They took her here as well. I’m sure she’s in one of these rooms. We’ll find out soon enough. How about we fill out the paperwork while we are waiting for the ER doctors to come to talk to you?” he coaxes me.

“Christian!” cries out a distressed woman’s voice. I look up, and my mom and dad both barrel down the emergency room and they both take me into their tight embrace.

“What happened?” she asks in sobs.

My dad looks at her admonishingly and shakes his head. “How’s Ana, and where’s Mia?”

“We just got here mom, and I’m not allowed to be in there with my wife!” I utter in a monotonous voice as shock is finally taking over my body and emotions, shutting me down.

“I have to find my daughter!” my mother sobs getting up. I vaguely notice that she has her white doctor’s coat on.

“Nurse!” she calls one of the admitting nurses.

“Yes, Dr. Grey?” she answers.

“I need to find a patient. Mia Grey,” she says her voice cracking with my sister’s name. My dad goes to her and holds her in his arms.

“She’s been admitted a short while ago, doctor. She’s was administered large doses of Rohypnol, and some tranquilizer which we have not been able to determine yet,” the nurse says looking at her tablet. She leads them towards the desk to give them more information.

“Mr. Grey?” Taylor says softly. “Let’s finish the paperwork, sir,” he says bent out of shape to keep me, to keep my mind occupied.

I can’t keep my mind on the documents. Taylor starts filling them.

“Mr. Grey, does Mrs. Grey have any known allergies?” he asks.

“Huh?” I ask not comprehending.

“Does Mrs. Grey have allergies?” he repeats.

“No... No she doesn’t.”

For the next half hour, Taylor keeps me engaged, and make every possible effort to keep my mind out of the trauma room.

When a doctor finally comes out of the trauma room, I stand up and meet her.

“Anastasia Grey?” I ask.

“Are you next of kin, sir?”

“I’m her husband, Christian Grey,” I say, and she smiles.

“We’ve stabilized Mrs. Grey, and she’s being taken into a private room. You may go and stay with her, sir. In fact I’ll take you to her,” she says, and I follow her on her wake. Taylor closely and protectively follows behind.

I enter into a large room similar to Ray’s current room. She’s hooked on various apparatus, and lines.

“What are her injuries Doctor?”

“Bartley. I’m Doctor Bartley. Mrs. Grey’s ribs are bruised, Mr. Grey and she has a hairline fracture to her skull,” she says and I gasp. “But her vital signs are stable and strong,” she adds in response to my reaction. I’m not convinced.

“Why is she still unconscious, then?” I ask.

“Mrs. Grey has had a major contusion to her head. But her brain activity is normal, and she has no cerebral swelling. She’ll wake up when she’s ready. Just give her some time,” she reassures me. Hearing Anastasia will be okay, gives me a degree of hope. But I won’t be okay if she lost our baby. Because I know she won’t be okay. She wanted junior. She wanted our baby. My baby.

“And the baby?” I ask anguished, distraught.

“The baby’s fine, Mr. Grey,” she replies and I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.

“Oh, thank God!” I praise, relieved. “Oh, thank God…”

My family is intact. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I have my family, my wife, my baby. Nothing else matters… Nothing…

Nothing Else Matters - Metallica


Anonymous said...

Waiting all morning for this! Well done!

Steph said...

i been checking all day!!! yai!!!! thanks so much... now ill just relax and enjoy, ill comeback with my coments about it later...

Anonymous said...

Hi emine,
Thank u for such a worderful chapter cant wait for next
with love

Anonymous said...

ahhhh never a dull moment! Thank you!!

maeundrhll said...

Amazing as always!!! Thank you so much for your hard work and creative mind. You really have captured exactly what I picture Christian being like. AMAZING!!!

Anonymous said...

AMAZING!!!!!!!!! Cant wait for the next chapter....

Lara <3

mzthang said...

Oh Emine,

I am in total awe of you. My heart is still racing as I type. Hon you have a gift and we can't thank you enough for sharing your blog with us.

~hugs and love from the Caribbean~

Anonymous said...

Thank you for another exciting and heartfelt chapter.

Deb in Canada

jeangb said...

WOW!!!!!!!!! I Need a oxygen cylinder!!!My heart is racing.
That was soooo thrilling thankyou,brilliant. Think I'll go to bed now been waiting up for your
posting. 4am gmt The birds are singing :-))x

mnm92275 said...

Wow!! I was in tears again!! It was amazing and you just feel so bad for CG. The way you write you can make us feel his heart being ripped out. I can't wait for the next chapters and then meeting Teddy through CG's eyes!! Thank you <3 Melinda

Anonymous said...

Love it can't wait till the next chapter

Anonymous said...

Wow! Saying that was amazing just doesn't seem enough. You truly hit this one out of the park. I'm sure this was a hard chapter to write but you manged to exceed expectations. Also, thank you so much for including Taylor's pov. I always felt he and Ana had special bond in a loving uncle and niece sort of way. This section of the triology was always a favorite but I always wanted Christian and Taylor's pov and you did them justice. I bow down to you ;)) Amazing! I'll be reading this several times. Thank you and looking forward to the next chapter. Do you think you might give a glimpse of what Gail thoughts are when she hears? I know she cares about Ana and will be worried about the baby. Just a thought. Take care!!
Christina G

Patricia said...

Der Emine,

I kept checking during the evening to see if you had posted, this was a great chapter. Thank you.

Thank you for let us into Taylor's head, it is really not easy being him, but you can tell he has a special affection for his boss, otherwise he would not have put up with Christian's shit for four years. He obviously has a lot of affection for Ana as well.

Great job! Patricia

Penny Brueggemann said...

Oh my God Emine! I too kept checking all day....I just don't know how we can wait until next Tuesday. This was emotionally exhausting! Christian is so blessed to have Taylor that cares so deeply for both he and Anna. Well done. Thank you for doing this for all of us that are such great fans of yours and the love story of Christian and Ana. I hope you enjoy writing this as much as we enjoy reading. Thanks and love from a big fan. Hope your little one is feeling better!

Sugerlypps said...

Wow!! Love it!! Thank you Thank you!!

Kara A. said...

This chapter was so emotionally charged. My heart was breaking for CG!! And Taylor's POV was outstanding. He really cares for CG and Ana and it really showed in this chapter. He knows them both very well! I loved, loved, loved this chapter. Great job again!!

Kaili said...

Omg Emine I've been waiting for this chapter. The emotion was so raw I cried with Christian. Loved loved loved Taylor's POV! You've really out done yourself.

Ps...once CG is done I really need my Alex Pella fix. Lol so hurt up n finish the series.

Anonymous said...

You could feel all the characters' emotions while reading this intense chapter. Fantastic work, as usual. I LOVED it!!!

reebz said...

Love. Love. Love. LOVE it! I've been checking all day! I love Taylor's point of view! He is my favorite!!! I've also read your other two "Education of..." books this week. Amazing as well. Going to go back a couple of chapters and savor it more slowly! Thanks so much!

Dannynha Mansani said...

It's almost 2am here and I simply refused to go to bed without reading this chapter, I was going nuts waiting for it and you made it worth every single minute. Another amazing chapter, with amazing details. It's super awesome to see how Taylor is so loyal and care so much for Christian, it's touching. And is's painful to see how much pain Christian is going into and how torturing it can be. You made me cry once again with your outstanding job. Congratulations!

Love from Brazil.

Anonymous said...


Anonymous said...

Fascinante! Espero ávida pelo próximo capitulo.

ashley owens said...

You are outstanding, you actually made me get teary eyed reading this chapter. Thank you for all your amazing work you put into each chapter for all of us to read. Awesome!

Jenn Eldridge said...

Omg .... this was a great chapter ... and I litterslly laughed out loud reading "taylor hits the breaks and the tires screech and leave a long trail of skid marks as he overshoots the bank’s parking lot" in the midst of my heart construction and tears .... thank you.... but don't think I can wait for next chapter .... please hurry!!!

Mel Kean said...

Wow!!! You are amazing. I'm still shaking!!!! Can't wait until next wk

Mel (aus)

Anonymous said...

Hey , THREE CHEERS for you Emine !!!

Today is the last day of my children's summer vacation and there were lots of last minute things to be done not to mention my husband was running late for his work.In the middle of all this chaos I was preparing breakfast and getting my older son ready for his tuition classes one handed while reading this chapter on my mobile.Ha,ha,ha, What to do I had to read it then and there.My husband was totally pissed off though.Guess I'll have to do something special for dinner tonight.

What a difficult and amazing chapter to write!!!
Thank you for writing Taylor's perspective.His loyalty and love for CG and Ana is very heartwarming. I loved him very much.I will re-read the chapter and come back here again.



Mary Grant said...

Yeeeeesssss...... this was an amazing chapter & it's like you read my mind. I was hoping you would switch the POV to one of the security guys side of things. I luv it, can't wait for the next chapter and he finally talks to his mom.
Amazing, Simply Amazing

Anonymous said...

I've read every single chapter since the beginning and I still can't get enough of the Greys.Thank you so much for keeping their story going. I'll read anything you write!

Anonymous said...

That was awesome as usual. You are doing a great job...thank you!!!

annie7632 said...

You did it again Emine. A fantastic chapter, thank you... Take care xx

Anonymous said...

Refreshing all day at work (naughty I know) but i've been waiting for this since I found the blog, many mooons ago. I'm glad i'm not the only who was goign crazy waiting for today to arrive. Well done, Emine. You truly have a gift.
Thanks for the escapism :)

Anonymous said...

Oh wow can't seem to get enough of this stuff - being waiting so eagerly... Another great chapter. Thank you so, so much Emine. Can you please make the conversation between Christine and Grace 'juicy'. Since Ana is the only person he confides in but knowing that he has no one to turn to at the moment his only hope is his mum...I'm really interested to see how much he pores out his heart to his mum, especially about the baby and his fears of fatherhood and his feelings of self depreciation, his fight with Ana and off course the "bitch troll" - LOL. ...Thanks & hugs xx

Rose M. Wesley said...

Wow, that was another amazing chapter. Even though I read the books I was on edge and just the way you wrote how he was feeling. It was wonderful. Thank you so much for these wonderful chapters and I am glad that it seems you may be going farther then the books did. As tired as I was when I got the email that the new chapter was up I had to stay up and read it.

Anonymous said...

I absolutely loved this chapter.. My heart broke for both Christian and Taylor.. When Taylor was holding ana and he cried showed how much he really cares for both of them! I love the relationship between he and C.G. I believe he's his only true friend as he knows all of his secrets! Amazing! Love Debbie. :) xx

Prince50 said...


Girl can you say out of breathe! Can't wait until the Hyde's trial when CG confronts Linic and Kate's wedding! Mia engagement this story has so much more. Thank Thank you!

Holly said...

INCREDIBLE!!! thats all i can say. absolutely incredible! I don't want to wait another week for the next chapter!! WELL DONE!!

Anonymous said...

Amazing worth the wait can't wait for next week for the next chapter. Thank you!!!

Anonymous said...

I see you also read E L James's outtakes to MOTU. I like your version more. You added a lot more details amd emotions. Great job!

Sheila H. said...

This was a brilliant chapter, I always thought when I read this part in FSOG that Christian would have done something to Hyde. It is so nice to read in this chapter that he did. I really liked Taylor's pov. So all in all I have to say that yet again you have come up with another great chapter of writing, thank you Emine.

Anonymous said...

One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten...Breathe in, Breath out! Damn it! Its not working! Next Tuesday is too long. You are a genius! That was heart wrenching, soul grabbing, and so freaking EXCITING! You have taken this book to a whole new level of intense. I cannot wait to see what you will continue to do in this book. I love, love, love EL's voice. However, you seem to speak the language of her creations so fluid, raw and real. I am so impressed by the emotion flowing in the words. I was transported and on the edge of my seat. Reading to me is better than movies because you are forced to imagine and visualize. Your words...thank you! Just WOW!

Gina B. New York, NY

Nikolina Bujdo said...

Dear Emine,

I thought it was bad for me to read last chapter, but this one...just wow.

I know we're getting close to the end of original book, and I can't wait for you to continue. Where did Linc go? What's with Elena? How did the parenthood change Christian?

Thank you Emine for everything!!
Every few weeks I re-read your 1st and 2nd writing of these books.

Lots of love from Croatia,


Anonymous said...

thank you. I am loving every minute of your work.

Anonymous said...

Muito, muito bom! Estou louca pelo próximo capítulo... quando vai sair? Você escreve maravilhosamente bem , Parabéns!

Cynthia Settimo said...

As always another amazing Chpater. I loved it. I am liking the Diff. POV. I cannot wait to see the discussions that take place while CG is waiting for Ana to wake. Please update soon.

Anonymous said...

Hey Emine :)

Only you can make me cry and get my heart racing at the exact same time. That was how I was this whole update pretty much. Start to finish you kept the intensity up.

Christian was breaking my heart one minute, making me mad the next (with his doubt of their love) then cheering him on to kick some major ass and finally back to breaking my heart at the hospital with Ana. This man going through the wringer put me through the wringer.

Taylor is my hero in this one. He's POV adds so much depth to this chapter and has a great back and forth with Christian. This really showed how they are friends and have a great level of trust between them. Plus he clearly adores Ana.

I can not wait to see more of his thoughts while Ana is out. But more importantly I can't wait for that moment she wakes up and comes back to him <3


Anonymous said...

I am just echoing everyone else's sentiment. Your writing is amazing. I am also very much looking forward to you publishing the Pella series. If you have more specific dates, please pass them on.

Thank you for your hard work. Looking forward to more.

sonu burman said...

Hi Emine , as regards to your earlier query , I had a lovely vacation . Unfortunately we couldn't go to the Kashmir region of J&K as the couple who had gone with us met with a small accident. While we were ascending the mountain where the Vaishno Devi shrine is situated , the wife somehow hurt her foot and was unable to walk. She was advised to rest her foot.So we too decided to forego our previous plans and stayed in the Jammu region only. We still enjoyed a lot and went sightseeing around the region.

Coming back to our book this chapter and it was heartbreaking to hear Christian's agony. I am looking forward to reading the part when he finally makes the connection between Jack and his past.

Song suggestion - ' Can I touch you' by Michael Bolton

Monica Goyer said...

Hi Emine, Great chapter, I cryed with C.G

I don´t remember if you've used this poem of Luís de Camões(starting a chapter). It is my favorite......

Love is a fire that burns unseen,
a wound that aches yet isn’t felt,
an always discontent contentment,
a pain that rages without hurting,

a longing for nothing but to long,
a loneliness in the midst of people,
a never feeling pleased when pleased,
a passion that gains when lost in thought.

It’s being enslaved of your own free will;
it’s counting your defeat a victory;
it’s staying loyal to your killer.

But if it’s so self-contradictory,
how can Love, when Love chooses,
bring human hearts into sympathy?


Anonymous said...

Wow! It was worth to wait! Until now I thought that the wedding chapter was my favorite one, but I have no doubt: THIS chapter is my favorite one! All those parts who were missing in the book are here, under our eyes and it's like it was really happening. I do appreciate when you write from Taylor's point of view. This man is smart and kind and i love his fellings for Christian and Anastasia.
Eminé, you've outdone yourself! Great, great, great job! Thanks once again for writing so well!


Anonymous said...

Oh I have to add something, after reading Christina G. 's comment! I would love too reading about Gail's thoughts when she'll hear what happened. Thank you! :)


neves089 said...

Até que enfim outro capitulo! Nossa estava aguardando ansiosamente...valeu a pena porque foi incrível! Ou melhor foi perfeito sentir a agonia, angustia e desespero do Cristian...ver a competência e amadurecimento do Taylor para com a personalidade e o amor da Ana pelo Cristian! Foi simplesmente inesquecível, ele colocou a mao no fogo por ela e botou fe em todos os seus instintos! Agora eh aguardar a próxima terça feira ansiosamente...
Vc eh maravilhosa, deve ter sido difícil escrever e dar ação, suspense e verdade a este capitulo, parabéns valeu a pena seu empenho. Não tem como te agradecer este presente! Aqui no Brasil hoje eh dia dos namorados! Ler uma linda estória de amor neste dia so torna este capitulo um pouco mais especial ainda!

EPFlaig said...

I want to cry, I'm so happy! This is the chapter I have been waiting for! Loved it! Thanks so much for sharing your talent !

Anonymous said...

Emine hello! super great job as always!
even on vacation I was able to connect and read this much awaited chapter!
(I'm at sea in Croatia with my family and some friends .. they are on the island of Krk in the Mediterranean sea ... beautiful place)
I can not wait to read the convesazioni CG while Ana is unconscious ..
but I also hope that your child will get better and that next week you gifts good news for the health of your mom!
Hello Annalisa Italy

Michele Santos said...

Emine the only thing to say is WONDERFUL

You gave us a gift, reporting the standpoint of Christian (which to me is much better than the boring Ana).
A part of Taylor and perfect, shows how he got so much time with the boss and how he understands it ...

CONGRATULATIONS again at work and thanks for sharing your talent with us

Michele from BRAZIL

PS: sorry for bad English, I'm still training

Abigail Duran said...

OMG I love it!!!!

Catarina* said...

I don't know how I can say in other words that you are amazing and you were born to write my dear. I really don't!

I loved this chapter. I thought I wouldn't cry again after last chapter, that I had made my mind and I was prepared to this! Well, my mistake really! I cried, and I loved. You explain everything so well, you never forget to mention the slightest detail, and that truly makes all the difference! I wasn't expecting a POV of Taylor and I think I was more emotional over is account of things than Christian's! Having someone so sweet like Taylor describing who Christian was, what he looked like, and his own feeling when he hold Ana and when he was defending her even when Christian thought she was leaving him...

I was perfect. As always, you know, but...more perfect. I don't know how to explain it, but I know you understand what I'm saying.

I'm so anxious for all the conversations that Ana overheard! And good of Taylor to say all that to Carrick! Of course Hyde could have found other way to kidnap Mia, but it wouldn't be so easy if she had her bodyguards with her!

I hope Rayah is better my dear, and that you are ok and you had good news on your mother's biopsy! I'm here for you, always!



Anonymous said...

Emine Fougner, I loved this chapter as all others, you are to be congratulated, I'm your fan. When will you post the next chapter?

Anonymous said...

Emine Fougner, I loved this chapter as all others, you are to be congratulated, I'm your fan. When will you post the next chapter?

Anonymous said...

Thank you for another amazing chapter:)

Donna from DE said...

Hi Emine,
I hate to always write the same thing but you are AWESOME and so TALENTED and love you for sharing and keeping Ana and Christian going for us. I can`t wait to buy your first book when published. Love you girl and THANK YOU THANK YOU!!! XOXOXO

Ediene O Maia said...

Emine estou sem palavras, meu coração bateu tão forte que ate pensei que ele ia sair pela boca. Amei o seu trabalho, ficou maravilhoso, você esta de PARABÉNS, o POV de Taylor ficou maravilhoso, ha dedicação dele pelo CG é a Ana mostrou como ele gosta dos dois.
É o desespero do Christian quando ele achou a Ana caída no chão foi muito emocionante eu quase chorei com ele.
Muito obrigada pelo seu trabalho é dedicação pelo POV do Christian é da Ana da para ver que você e a apaixona pelo CG é a Ana Como nós somos.
Melhoras pelo seu filho

Vera said...

Lindo este capítulo tão aguardado e não decepcionou!!!! Maravilhoso!!! Adorei a parte do Taylor. Parabéns pelo seu talento!!! Bjs e uma ótima semana!!! Muitas luzes a iluminar seus pensamentos p/ transcrever "a mágica" para nós!!

Anonymous said...

OMG, my heart was in my throat for most of the chapter. I loved it! Your story is fantastic, I don't often write but I read it faithfully every week. I can't wait for next week. Thank you so much for your story!

Johanna said...


As always you blow me away with your writing. You are indeed a very talented writer. Thank you so much for sharing this gift with us all. You write in a way that keeps your readers captivated and wanting more. I also wanted to thank you for making your readers part of the story as well. Accepting reader's requests is not something everyone does. You always find time to respond to your readers and write about the things they want to see added to the story. I also have a few requests of my own but first I have an important question to ask you. Since you write about CG so well, I wanted to ask you when exactly do you think Christian fell in love with Ana? I know he did not accept his feelings until after she walked out on him at the end of book 1, but I really wanted to get your opinion of when he actually fell in love with her even if he did not admit it. Was it love at first sight?

Story line requests:

Will you include full conversations between Christian and his mom, dad, and Ray while Ana was unconcious?

While Ana was unconcious, CG also mentions to his mom how he thought about it and finally realized all of the things Ana has done to show him she loves him over and over again. Will you write about a part when he is at the hospital thinking about those things?

Last one (for now). Can you please include the dream Christian has when he is sleeping at the hospital with Ana. He is talking in his sleep and says " don't touch me no more. Only Ana".

Thank you so much, and again these are only ideas. Whatever you write I will read. I will forever be a fan. Take care :)


Anonymous said...

AMAZING!!! Love how you wrote this! I feel like I went thru the color spectrum of feelings with this chapter! Loved how you did Taylor's POV ... Taylor is an awesome man! Can't wait till next week!

Love from The Lowcountry!

Larissa said...

I read every chapter.
You are really good.

Kisses from Brazil.

Steph said...

What a wonderful chapter !!!!!!! Thank you so much Eminé !!!

Angela said...

Dear Eminé, i m still shaking and my tears still running through my face:) i love Taylor' POV and his feeling about ANA behavior he trusts her and he knows that she is in danger!!!
His love for her and for his boss is adorable!!!!
I love him!!! I always love my wonderful Christian in all his shades,i love ANA for her strenght and always i love you
Thank you xxxxxxxx Angela

( how is your little princess? I hope well a big kiss )

Anonymous said...

Wow Emine,
Yet again such a wonderful chapter. Loved every bit of it. I was delayed in leaving you a comment because I had to read it 3 times just to make sure! (no i didn't just enjoyed it that much!)
Can't wait for the next chapter. I love we are at a part in the book which was not covered and you are giving us such a fantastic pov. Hope all is well.
Love Always
(Qld) (Aus)

Bring ME to life said...

Wow Emine, just wow!!!
I felt drumming in my ears while I was reading. It is as usual, excellent!
Taylor's POV, and how he stood up for Ana, how he's taking care of her, taking care of Christian, it's ...well beyond words - loved it! Finally I melted when his thoughts went to his Gail <3<3<3
Christian beating up Jack - I imagined the whole scene in front of my eyes.
Thank you so much.

Nicoletta Cuppone said...

Quando qualcuno ti lascia col fiato sospeso... ti fa battere il cuore... ti fa piangere .... ridere.... commuovere ... solo leggendo le sue parole, quando non ne hai mai abbastanza e vuoi rileggerlo e rileggerlo e rileggerlo ancora..
....Allora quel qualcuno si può chiamare GRANDE SCRITTORE e tu Eminé lo sei, sei una GRANDE SCRITTRICE.
Con affetto e amicizia

Carol said...

Hi Emine, I hope all is well with you and your family. That chapter was wonderful and brought tears to my eyes. I could just about see the despair on Christian's face thinking that Ana was abandoning him. Then, seeing her limp body on the ground probably flooded back memories of Ella. Very nicely done. I love reading from Taylor's perspective as well. Sooo many emotions going on and you write them so brilliantly. Thank you. I am going to need a box of tissues for the next chapter, I know it!!! Love, Carol

Anonymous said...

Dear Emine,
I was on the edge of my seat. My heart breaking for Christian. Right on with
Taylor's POV. I don't think I can wait till next Tues, I will have to reread some old chapters, to get my fix.
Thanks so much for doing this. I get so much enjoyment from your posts . Take care dear Emine, best wishes to all your family.

Edna santana said...

Wow, Emine, now I'm more quiet that the worst is over! Cried with despair Christian. You know to go deep in the heart of the reader, right? Congratulations. I'm your fan

Edna santana said...

Wow, Emine, now I'm more quiet that the worst is over! Cried with despair Christian. You know to go deep in the heart of the reader, right? Congratulations. I'm your fan

Audrey said...

Just when i thought i cant be more amazed than i already have, you go and do this!

I loved it Emine!! I read the book so many times yet reading it again the way you wrote it, you had me at the edge of my seat. And its truly what i was hoping for and more.

I love the humour thrown in between everything. You made me laugh at the thought of Hyde skipping like a kangaroo. Its perfect and hillarious at the same time.

I love all the timings that made the story a complete picture. You really did a great job filling in all the blanks.
And i love that Christian lost it with Hyde.

You're gifted Emine!! And thank you for sharing it.

Lots of love,

Audrey x

Anonymous said...

Emine, do you know how many chapters you will do before you finish where book III left off? Cannot wait for the enigma that is book four in your minds eye. And do you ever do more than one chapter a week? Sorry...greedy :-)

Also, will you cover how Ana convinced Christian to visit his birth mother Ella's grave in Detroit? That would be crazy emotional and quite a closure for them both. Why he likes the name Phoebe? So many options I know. I hope you and your family are well and you are off to a good start today? How is it going with the Pella Series? So excited for your book.

Be well...

Gina B.

Anonymous said...

I love your writing...Please never ending and write book 5, 6, 7, 8 ........... 1.000.000 ....

Lovely greetings from Germany
Martina :)
(my english is not perfekt:) )

Mary Grant said...

I just read it again for like the 3rd time, I'm soo hooked. I can't wait to get to see how much clamer he is about the baby now that he realizes how important it is to have a real family. How's the Pella series coming along I started and finished it between book 3 & 4 and I'm hooked on it as well. I'm a bit of a history person so I new pretty much all the characters u choose to us. Can't wait to see how it grows. Keep writin you are so talented.

Anonymous said...

Wow,All the comments before mine are spot on. My heart was in my throat and I had tears as well. I am trying to read other books but this storyline and your writing, can't be beat.All the suggestions from others are wonderful but I trust you will 'fill in the blanks' and then some just as you have been doing so far. Once again, thank you again for sharing your gift and time with us.Well blessings on your week and may you be granted the luxury of time to write the next chapter and enjoy life. Peace...

Anonymous said...

Emine this was so good and unbelievable. His thoughts of Ana leaving him was so upsetting to me he should have know how much she loves him by now, But thats his way to always think no one loves him. Looking forward to the next chapter. Good luck with your moms news this week thinking of you. Janice

Daniela Martins said...

Congratulations, Emine! Amazing as always!

Aracely said...

I was holding my breath,crying and feeling all the emotions with our Christian and Taylor and I really gonna miss this,when you finish the story. Many hugs and kisses from Honduras

Aracely said...

I was holding my breath,crying and feeling all the emotions with our Christian and Taylor and I really gonna miss this,when you finish the story.Hugs and kisses from Honduras.

Lena Livingston said...

Hi Emine,
I love this chapter. Taylor's lint of view is great you show that he cares a lot for Christian and Ana. You are a great writer. With your heart you make your readers feel all the emotions and hurt. My heart was breaking for Christian. I was crying when he was crying. I can't wait until the next chapter. I will read this one until then.
Emine, I read the 7 chapters of the Alex Pella story and I love it. Would you let me know about some of the other books you wrote.

Thank you,
Lena - your 84 year old follower!

sonu burman said...

Okay , now I am getting worried here .Its been more than two days and we haven't heard from you. I really hope that you and your daughter are okay.

I know you are expecting the reports of your mom's tests.I just wanted to let you know I am praying for her and that we all are here for you.Keep the faith!!!

Emine , please don't overwork yourself .Waiting to here from you.

Anonymous said...

What's everyone's thoughts on why Jack is so mad at Carrick? Christian and Ana we get. It seems that Grace pushed for the adoption of Christian, so... I always wondered that. Curious...?

Anonymous said...

I unjustly he he resents him not adopting him but adopting Christian.

Anonymous said...

Wow, that was emotional! You did a great job getting in Christian's head. Your story is fantastic!

Eminé Fougner @ Cowboyland said...

Good morning girls!

I’m sorry I haven’t been able to respond to you for a few days; sleep deprived, working hard, and taking care of a sick child. But all is well now, and thank goodness it’s Saturday :) I’m treating myself watching Wuthering Heights with Tom Hardy today. In many ways, Heathcliff is like Christian. Had CG lived in Heathcliff’s time, I’m certain he would have turned out the same way. I shudder to think the societal norms were so harsh for children with CG’s background. I watched the scene where Heathcliff is first taken to the church with the Earnshaw family. The first thing the Reverend asks Heathcliff is if he’s baptized. When Mr. Earnshaw says he’s not much of a one for conversation, the Reverend goes on saying, “You know how I feel about baptism Mr. Earnshaw. As he’s a bastard, his soul is in greater peril.” No wonder Heathcliff turned out the way he did. Anyhow, once my movie is over, I shall start writing.

Thank you Anonymous x12, Steph, Foram, Maeundrhll, Lara, Mzthang, Deb, Jeangb, Melinda, Patricia, Penny, Sugerlypps, Kara, Kaili, Reebz, Dannynha, Ashley, Jean, Mel, Sonu, Mary Grant, Annie, Rose (thank you for staying up to read the chapter <3), Debbie (yes, you’re quite right. I think Taylor is as close to friend as it gets for Christian, and he’s closer to him than his brother Elliot because Taylor knows all CG’s secrets and is very protective of him. It’s beyond the call of duty), Prince50 (yes, Hyde’s trial, Linc’s confrontation and much more will be quite interesting. He’ll try to want to spare Ana from the stress of the trial as well), Holly, Sheila, Gina B, Nina, Obrigado Maya, Vee (I’ll delve into his thoughts on Ana in detail),

Hi Christina! Yes, I think I will write Gail’s POV as well, because she’s also essential to the story as she and Taylor are firsthand witnesses to everything in the Grey household. She is fond of both Christian and Ana.

Hi Anonymous! I will get the conversations in as much detail as possible because they’re imperative in understanding Christian’s feeling, inside in his thoughts as well as those of his family and friends. This single incident is his turning point; completion of his metamorphosis into the man he became.

Hi Anonymous! I haven’t read the outtakes to MOTU. I do have the original MOTU but haven’t had the time to read it (first chapter only); I always seem to be running out of time. But I’m glad that I’m in similar lines of what EL James wrote. Guess I understood the characters the way she intended; it’s a good feeling.

Eminé Fougner @ Cowboyland said...

Hi Sonu! I’m that you didn’t get to go to Vaishno Devi. Do you have to walk the entire distance to the temple? Because it’s relatively high, not to mention steep and it’s still quite a distance away from Jammu. I’ve heard about Jammu before from my globe trekking friends, it’s a major pilgrimage center for Hindus. I have some interest in Sanskrit, and there’s a library that houses some rare Sanskrit manuscripts. I’d love to see them. And of course thank you for the Michael Bolton song. I’ll use it in the next chapter. Thank you for your concern as well. My daughter was ill for an entire week. Our initial concern was appendicitis, but thankfully it wasn’t that. Her regular pediatrician has retired, and someone else took the office whom I met for the first time; I wasn’t pleased with his bedside manner or skills because his examination was subpar. The first thing he said is that a child her age can’t generally point out where the exact location of pain is, the place she points may be incorrect because they’ll usually show their belly button as the location of pain. He immediately started listing a list of possible problems (and I had this vision of Sheldon Cooper listing possible illnesses Amy Farah Fowler might have, and I kid you not, the list was as absurd. It ranged from “she might be getting her period” (she’s only 7), it could be stress cramps (waking up at 2:00 a.m. in the morning screaming is not a stress pain), and gallbladder stone which my daughter corrected him to his shock. She told him, “I know it’s not gallbladder stone!”
To which he replied a little irritated, “sweetie, you wouldn’t know. We are listing all the possibilities!”
“No, it’s not!” my kid jumped off the examination table, totally adamant. “My gallbladder is behind my liver. I don’t have pain on my back. I have on to my stomach my right below my ribcage, and right side of my tummy,” she said adamantly. The doctor almost forgot how old she was, and said, “but you said the pain is on your right side of your rib cage.” She retorted, “no! I said it’s below my rib cage on the right side of my tummy!” I had to explain that she wanted to be a “bone doctor” since she was little, and we’ve gotten her a lot of models where you put the organs in their right places, and she’s been having us read “the Human Body” book since she was little. I’ve taken both the girls to Body Worlds exhibit in Phoenix and in Las Vegas which they were fascinated. She was right of course because she didn’t have the other symptoms that could be gallbladder stone. Watch Sheldon below and see how absurd the “likelihood list” of the doctor was. Though he didn’t suggest alien parasite, it was close :)
of course the same kid gave me a very belated “Thank you card” she wrote to Santa Claus she forgot to mail after Christmas which she asked me to put it in the mailbox that day. That’s irony :)

Hi Monica! I like poem you posted. No, I haven’t used it before, but I’d love to use it. Thank you!

Thank you S, EPFlaig, Neves, Michele, Abigail, Anonymous x7 (the new chapter is still Tuesday evening), Donna, Ediene, Vera, Lowcountry, Larissa, Steph, Angela, Theresa, Bring ME to life, Carol, Kathy, Edna (all the way through the heart and soul Edna :) ), Audrey, Janice, Dani, Aracely!

Feliz Dia dos Namorados Brasil!

Hi Annalisa! I’m so happy for you and also green with envy. I’ve never been to the island of Krk but I’ve seen a lot of pictures of it and heard a lot about it. It’s quite famous. Hope you had fun!

Eminé Fougner @ Cowboyland said...

Hi Catarina! It’s always hardest to be the one who has to keep things in order and functioning when the world is falling apart. Taylor had that job, and it was emotionally draining. He does care about his boss and Ana more than he gives away, and same is true in reverse. <3

Hi Joanna! Thank you for the story line suggestions. I put them all in my list.

Ciao Nicoletta! Grazie per essere molto gentile. Io non sono ancora una grande scrittrice. Farò del mio meglio per diventare una grande scrittrice. Ma io sono molto onorato. Con amore, affetto e amicizia. Baci!

Hi Gina! Yes, I’d like to cover the visit to his mother’s grave because there have been a lot of requests on it. It’s important for closure. Pella series is going well. I’ll be writing all day (crossing fingers – always something comes up).

Hallo Martina! Sie schreiben sehr gut Englisch. Es ist besser als mein Deutsch. Danke für das Lesen!

Hi Mary! Christian is still in shock phase, because he didn’t have time to digest the news of the baby, had a big fight with Ana, and she nearly died. Of course he’s glad everyone is well, but he still has fear. Pella series is going well so far. New characters, rivals & antagonists in the upcoming chapters.

Dear Lena!
Every time I get a message from you, it makes me extremely happy! You’re a job, and a source of inspiration. I love your vivacity at 84 years young. I hope we can all have that vivacity all through the years. Do your grandkids still tease you for reading my blog? Alex’s story is going well, still writing a lot. Hope you are well!

Hi Anonymous! You’ve raised a good point. I think though Grace both felt pity and love towards Christian when she first examined him. And CG and Jack only met while they were foster kids in the same family. So, by that time Christian was the ward of the state of Michigan. But Jack wasn’t. His mother still held parental rights; he was just in protective custody while the mom was in jail. But he must have seen the wealthy, loving couple who adopted this scrawny boy, and I’m sure he thought to himself why he wasn’t lucky to have that family; a family to love and protect him. It must have set with him all those years. I have to delve into it in later chapters, because he must have remembered who Christian was, and who the “new parents” were; names and all through the years. That’s a lot of grudge to fester. They may have shown interest in Hyde as well at the time, but he still had a living parent with parental right. So, that part is still in the dark. But Carrick had to agree to adopt Christian before he was put in foster care. But we don’t know if he was opposed to the adoption or not; I’d say not, because all of their children were adopted. Mia was youngest in age @ 9 months. We don’t know how old Elliot was at the time of adoption. But age 4 is still very young though not young enough to not have memories of a previous life.

Hi ChristinaG! You’re correct. Jack resents Christian being the one who got adopted by a nice family who made life much easier for Christian whereas Jack had to continue enduring the difficulties that came with an underprivileged life. I think I can uncover some of those issues with Welch’s findings. He did go and dug up those pictures, and I think he spoke to the family who cared for him while he was waiting to be adopted.

Claudia Brandao said...

Oh! Isso foi extremamente tenso!
Eu me vi em grande angústia e aflição. Foi possível imaginar cada cena. A descrição dos detalhes e dos sentimentos foi perfeita! Eu amei Taylor! Ouvir o seu POV foi maravilhoso. Eu espero também ouvir sobre Sawyer desde que ele é o segurança de Ana e viveu momentos muito desagradáveis com toda essa situação. E também sobre Gail.
Eu não pude conter minhas lágrimas junto com Christian. O homem poderoso teve todas as suas fortalezas derrubadas. E agora ele ainda pode amargar o arrependimento por ter passado os últimos dias sem falar com Ana. Então, o seu tormento ainda não acabou...
Que o próximo capítulo venha logo... Aliás, eu passei toda a terça-feira verificando a página para a atualização. Já era bem tarde e estava indo dormir quando vi o alerta da atualização. Eu precisava ler esse capítulo. E isso me fez dormir apenas três horas antes de acordar e ir para o trabalho pela manhã. Mas eu amo tanto essa sua história que todo esse esforço é um grande prazer!
Parabéns mais uma vez!
Beijos do Brasil. Claudia

Claudia Brandao said...

Oh! Isso foi extremamente tenso!
Eu me vi em grande angústia e aflição. Foi possível imaginar cada cena. A descrição dos detalhes e dos sentimentos foi perfeita! Eu amei Taylor! Ouvir o seu POV foi maravilhoso. Eu espero também ouvir sobre Sawyer desde que ele é o segurança de Ana e viveu momentos muito desagradáveis com toda essa situação. E também sobre Gail.
Eu não pude conter minhas lágrimas junto com Christian. O homem poderoso teve todas as suas fortalezas derrubadas. E agora ele ainda pode amargar o arrependimento por ter passado os últimos dias sem falar com Ana. Então, o seu tormento ainda não acabou...
Que o próximo capítulo venha logo... Aliás, eu passei toda a terça-feira verificando a página para a atualização. Já era bem tarde e estava indo dormir quando vi o alerta da atualização. Eu precisava ler esse capítulo. E isso me fez dormir apenas três horas antes de acordar e ir para o trabalho pela manhã. Mas eu amo tanto essa sua história que todo esse esforço é um grande prazer!
Parabéns mais uma vez!
Beijos do Brasil. Claudia

sonu burman said...

Hi Emine ,

I am glad that all is well with your family.Give my love to your doll.I really feel the good doctor's pediatric degrees need to ne investigated though considering all his absurd assumptions.

I am sorry if I gave the wrong impression but we did reach the Vaishno Devi shrine.I enjoyed my trek immensely (it is approximately 12 kms from the mountain base to the shrine.I sent my kids (5 &10 yrs) on horseback though.

Sending my love and waiting patiently for your next update.

cat675 said...

So good. I'm sad that the series will be over soon but I can't wait for the last few chapters. Keep up the amazing work.

Luciene said...

Finally the university came to an end, so I have more free time to read the chapters during the last two weeks have not had time to read the blog, was busy with the work of the course, but I'm happy to reach more one stage in my life!.
Again you surprised me with these last chapters. Congratulations! I could feel what led the Christian to act this way with Ana when she discovered pregnancy and their feelings after the fight. Especially when he saw Ana lying on the ground injured.
Looking forward to next chapter

Diana said...

OMG!!!!!!!!!! This was such an emotionally challenged Chapter that left my heart racing!! are such a terrific versed writer and I thank you immensely for writing this C & A story line!!
If you enjoy writing this at least 1/3 of how much as us readers enjoy reading it, then there will be lots of happy people!!
I am literally emotionally challenged still after reading this Chapter. It literally took me almost a full hour to read because I just couldn't keep my emotions together. The way you broke it all down for us with Christian, Taylor and the way you brought out how close these two are is totally amazing! Well written.
Pen to paper and you totally rock and I cannot thank you enough for all of this continued story that we love so much!!
thank you for caring enough to write such an amazing love story with the tempo that E L James set! I further thank you for continuing your own Epilog for us to fill a void that we all felt after the Trilogy of FSOG!
I totally applaud you Emine..... I cannot wait until your next chapter is written....until then..... Love from Ohio...USA Diana

Anonymous said...

Hey love your writing is amazing, I've become addicted. ETA on the next chapter? Katie :)

Alfonsa Raffaele said...

E' molto emozionante, e intenso, grazie per quello che fai, aspetto con ansia il prossimo capitolo.


Alfonsa Raffaele said...

questo capitolo è stato veramente inteso ed emozionante, hai reso reale il dolore di CG, mi è piaciuto anche il punto di vista di Taylor, aspetto con ansia domani, scusa ma non sono brava con l'inglese

marwa said...

Hi, emine... I congratulate u on ur passionate & humane imagination.. I'll like your output quite a lot, but after becoming a FSOG-hollic.. I still have something that I don't quite understand... so elana was touching chistian and punishing him?? how could he tolerate that when he couldn't allow anna's tender loving hands?? I mean it doesn't make sense to me.. even if he was in his "submissive mood", don't they have hard limits?? why always said to anna: "elana wouldn't take that shit from me" hinting on the touching thing.. and also.. should he realise now "as a father & emotionally developed" that her cruel touches "assualt" could have made his psychological state worse instead of "being helpful"?? plz explain this part to me,,,, thanks again.. I posted the same comment on ur facebook fan page, hoping u can answer me but I am not sure if u r managing it urself, so I posted it here once more.. plz answer me and thanks in advance..
p.s. I always tweet comments to u with the name marwa from Egypt ^_^ if u can remember :)
hadi kolay gelsin :)

Natasha Ridley said...

All I can say is that I LOVE IT!!!
great work what ever you do please don't stop.

Cant wait for next one.


Eminé Fougner @ Cowboyland said...

Hi Claudia, Sonu, Cat, Luciene, Diana, Anonymous, Alfonsa, Marwa, & Natasha. Thank you!

Marwa, I sent you a message back. As I said Helene manages it, but I visit it & Helene will let me know if there’s a message. But, I’ll post an answer for others who might have the same question as well – maybe tomorrow after I post the next chapter.

I will do my utmost best to finish and post the chapter tomorrow night. I had been busy today since it’s the day we were expecting my mom’s biopsy results. Her tumor is caught on time, and she’s undergoing treatment.

Tomorrow is Christian’s birthday. He is going to be 30 :) A good age to be, don’t you think?

Anonymous said...

Hi emine, perfect timing!! The day u post the chapter is my 31st birthday! I thoroughly enjoy reading Christian's pov. Thanks for taking the time with such a busy life, to write and post for all of us to enjoy!

Erin said...

Oh Thank goodness Emine such wonderful news xx

Shanon Axtell said...

Good Morning Emine--

So glad that it sounds like your mother will be OK. Blessings to you and your family.

Jenfer said...

Ohhh, Emine!!!

I finally got to read all of the last chapter, and it was awesome!! The anguish he feels towards Ana...I could feel it in my bones!! And the hatred towards Jack! BRAVO!!
Thank you for Taylor's side! Loved it!!

Miss hearing from you! Hope you are getting my emails! Will send a few to you gets in the way sometimes, and I'm a little behind!

Love & Laters,


Anonymous said...

Wait. . Is this the new chapter..

Angela said...

Dear Eminé ,
I m very glad for your mom , take care!!!
A big HUG to you
Xxxxxxxxx. Angela

Anonymous said...

Hi there Emine! I'm an avid fan of your writing! You create a very fantastic idea with the way how Christian really thinks, as well as the other's. Seriously, I don't want this to end coz it will break my heart too! Feeling the way Christian did when he thought Ana will leave him. Lol! Anyways... I've been waiting night and day since the day you posted the last chapter, but I just have read the comments and it's understandable. God bless to your family and more powers!

Daniela Martins said...

Hello, Emine! Is nice to hear news of your mommy! Everything is gonna be fine! I keep her in my prayers!

Anonymous said...

Glad to hear the good news on your mom. Thinking good thoughts. Katie

Holly said...

when should we be expecting the chapter update tonight? SO excited!!

Claire Jolly said...

Oh my goodness this wait is horrible checking the website every few mins! i can't handle the suspense!

Anonymous said...

Emine when can we expect the new chapter?

Michele Santos said...

Ansiosa pelo capitulo III

Anonymous said...

Dear Emine,
So glad to hear the good news about your mum.
Take care

Anonymous said...

I know family comes first, but have read this chapter... 3 times now. I'm like a druggie needing my fix! =)

Penny Brueggemann said...

Glad for the good news about your Mom!

Anonymous said...

Eta? I may have to stay up til I see it up lol

j.farmer2 said...

Hey Emine,

I am glad to hear they caught the situation with your mother early. I hope the treatment goes well.

I would love to see Ana go to Christian's office some time. The only other time she's been there was for the interview and everyone kind of looked at her oddly because of the way she was dressed and such. It would be interesting to see how people react to her now that she's his wife. Plus she's never met most of the people at all.

Also, since you're planning to delve into the topics the original books briefly mentioned are you planning on putting any of it in Ana's pov? Like the other weddings and pretty much everything past the 1st three books.


Anonymous said...

Is there only a new chapter every week? I just found this blog last week and I read it all up until Book 4 Ch 2 and it left me hanging and I didn't think it was over yet..I now see that there is a new chapter but I can fly through them so I was just wondering because then I'll wait a while so I can read it all at once!! It's a great read though!! Thanks!!

Eminé Fougner @ Cowboyland said...

Hi Anonymous!

Yes, there's only one chapter a week. Since I write about 35-40+ pages, and do research where needed, I usually dedicate about 3 days for the chapter and blog, but I end up spending over 40 hrs. Of course I work, and I'm writing a book. Basically, I multitask a lot. I wish I could write more, I'm sort of limited on my time which is why there's one long chapter every week. Thank you so much for reading, and welcome!

Anonymous said...

Não consegui esperar a tradução perfeita da Neusa....devorei as páginas rapidamente... Fechando o livro com chave de ouro.... Qndo acabar de ler a versão Grey queria tanto uma versão do Gideon Cross...Faz, vai?!?!?! Bjsss Fernanda

Evie Hammond said...

Wow! WOW! I was collapsing with suspense, and I read the books already! :)

Loved these:

"Because a man may be deceived if he trusted a little too much, but he will put himself through torment like Mr. Grey is doing right now if he doesn’t trust enough."

"... the cops who have not been able to keep Hyde off the streets try to wrestle Mr. Grey off of his wife’s and sister’s kidnapper….There’s a lot of commotion and Clark isn’t capable of keeping the lid on his own fucking officers!"

The cops should have let him kill him. It always bothered me in the books that they let him live.