Freed: Fifty Shades Freed as told by Christian

Chapter 222

“She’s still at the bank,” Taylor says.

“Sawyer’s still there?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Call Sawyer!” I shout into the hands-free, and moments later his cell is ringing.

“Mr. Grey?”

“Where’s Ana?”

“She’s just turned around and gone back into one of the offices.”

“Go get her.”

“Sir, I’m armed. I can’t go through the detectors. I’m standing by the entrance watching Anast—Mrs.

Grey, and looking very suspicious. If I go back to the car to stow my gun, I may lose her.”

Fucking firearms.

“How the hell did she give you the slip?”

“She’s a very resourceful woman, Mr. Grey.” He sounds like he’s speaking through gritted teeth, and I

recognize his frustration. It makes me feel slightly more sympathetic to him; she drives me crazy, too.

“I want a thorough briefing when we have her back. Jack Hyde has been granted bail, and both Taylor

and I have a hunch that Ana’s actions have something to do with him.”

“Shit!” Luke says.

“Exactly. We’re about five minutes away. Don’t let her go again, Sawyer.”

“Sir.”

I hang up.

Taylor and I sit in silence as I weave through traffic.

What are you up to, Anastasia Grey?

What am I going to do to you when I get you back?

Various scenarios cross my mind. I shift in my seat.

For fuck’s sake, Grey. Now is not the time.

Taylor startles me. “She’s on the move.”

“What?” My heart jump-starts as adrenaline courses through my body.

“She’s heading south, on Second.”

“Call Sawyer!” I shout. Moments later, his cell rings again.

“Mr. Grey,” he answers immediately.

“She’s on the move!”

“What? She hasn’t come out through the main entrance.” He sounds confused.

“She’s heading south on Second,” Taylor interjects.

“I’m on it. I’ll call from the car.” Sawyer is obviously running. “She’s not in her car. It’s still here.”

“Hell!” I shout.

“Still heading south on Second,” Taylor says. “Wait. She’s turned left onto Yesler.”

We pass my bank. There’s no point stopping. “That’s three blocks?” I ask him.

“Yes, sir.”

For the billionth time I thank God Taylor’s with me. He knows this city like the back of his hand—which

is odd, given he’s from some rural town in the middle of nowhere in Texas.

Three minutes later, we’re heading east on Yesler.

“She’s still on Yesler,” Taylor growls, eyes glued to his phone. “She’s turned south. Onto Twenty-Third.

That’s eight blocks from here.”

“I’m right behind you,” Sawyer pipes up through the hands-free.

“Stay close. I’m going to try and dodge through this traffic.” I glance at Taylor. “I wish you were driving.”

“You’re doing fine, sir.”

Where the fuck is she going? And who with?

We’re silent for several minutes. I focus on the road, while Taylor occasionally calls out directions. We

head south, then east again, now through mainly residential streets.

“She’s turned south down Thirtieth.”

We follow for a few blocks, then turn east.

“It’s stopped. South Day Street. Two more blocks.”

Dread sits heavy and caustic in my stomach as I race through the back streets.

Three minutes later, I swing onto South Day Street.

“Slow down,” Taylor orders, surprising me, but I do as he says. “She’s here somewhere.” He leans

forward, and we scan each side of the road. There is a row of derelict buildings on my side.

“Fuck!” There’s a potholed parking lot where a woman is standing with her hands in the air beside a

black Dodge. The Dodge! I wrench the wheel and swing into the parking lot, and there she is—

On the ground. Unmoving. Eyes closed.

Ana. My Ana… No! Everything moves in slow motion as all the air is sucked from my lungs. My worst

fear realized. Here. Now.

Taylor is out of the car before I’ve screeched to a halt. I follow him, leaving the engine running.

“Ana!” I shout. Please, God. Please, God. Please, God.

She is lifeless on the concrete. In front of her, that fucker Hyde is rolling on the ground, screaming in

agony as he clutches his upper leg. Blood seeps through his fingers. The woman steps back, keeping

her hands in the air as Taylor draws his gun.

But it’s Ana who has my whole attention. She’s lying unmoving on the cold, hard ground.

No!

This is what I’ve dreaded since I met her. This moment. I kneel beside her, terrified to touch her. Taylor

picks up the gun lying beside her and orders the woman to lie facedown on the ground. “Don’t shoot

me, don’t shoot me,” she gibbers.

Shit! That’s Elizabeth Morgan, from SIP.

How the hell is she involved in this clusterfuck?

Sawyer is suddenly with us. He draws his gun on Elizabeth and stands guard over her.

Hyde screams in agony. “Help me! Help me! The bitch shot me!” We ignore him.

Taylor bends and checks the pulse point beneath Ana’s jaw.

“She’s alive. Strong pulse,” he says. Thank God. Then he barks at Sawyer, “Call 911 now. Ambulance

and police.”

Sawyer reaches for his phone, while Taylor quickly and gently runs his hands over Ana, checking for

injuries.

“I don’t think she’s bleeding.”

“Can I touch her?”

“She may have broken something. Best leave it to the paramedics.”

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