Freed: Fifty Shades Freed as told by Christian

Chapter 98

Ana blinks several times as she absorbs this news, and the color drains from her cheeks.

Shit.

She sits up straighter and squints into the rearview mirror, no doubt trying to identify our pursuer.

“Keep your eyes on the road, baby.” I speak softly. Calmly. I don’t want to spook Ana any more than she’s spooked already. We just need to get back to Escala as quickly as possible and lose this asshole.

“How do we know we’re being followed?” Her voice is high-pitched and breathless.

“The Dodge behind us has false license plates.”

She drives carefully across the Twenty-Eighth Street intersection, around the roundabout and up the 520 on-ramp. Traffic is light, so that’s something. Ana’s eyes flick to the rearview mirror, then she takes a deep breath and abruptly seems to slow down.

Ana, what are you doing?

She’s studying the flow of traffic; suddenly she drops a gear and floors the gas so we shoot forward through a break in the traffic onto the highway. The Dodge has to slow right down to a crawl to wait for a gap to follow us.

Whoa. Ana. Clever girl!

But we’re going too fast!

“Steady, baby.” I keep my voice even, though inside my stomach is in knots. She drops her speed and starts to weave between the two lanes. Knotting my hands together, I hold them in my lap so I don’t distract her. “Good girl.” I glance behind us. “I can’t see the Dodge.”

“We’re right behind the unsub, Mr. Grey,” Sawyer’s voice says over the speaker. “He’s trying to catch up with you, sir. We’re going to try to come alongside. Put ourselves between your car and the Dodge.”

“Good. Mrs. Grey is doing well. At this rate, provided the traffic remains light, and from what I can see it is, we’ll be off the bridge in a few minutes.”

“Sir.”

We speed past the bridge control tower. We’re halfway. Ana is traveling fast, but smoothly and confidently. She’s got this. “You’re doing really well, Ana.”

“Where am I headed?”

then south. We want to see if the Dodge follows you all the way.”

on the bridge are green, thank goodness, and Ana continues at speed. “Shit.” There are cars backed up coming off the bridge. Ana slows, and I see her glance in the rearview mirror, looking for the

“Ten or so

Staring behind us, I spot it. “Yeah, I see it. I wonder who the fuck it is?”

“Me, too. Do we know if it’s a man driving?” Ana directs her comment to my phone.

“No, Mrs. Grey. Could be a man or woman. The tint is too dark.”

“A woman?” I ask.

Ana shrugs. “Your Mrs.

I’ve not heard from Elena since—well, since the wedding, when she sent that fucking text. I reach for my phone

“She’s not my Mrs. Robinson,” I grumble. “I haven’t spoken to her since my birthday.”

That’s not right, Grey. I called her when I gifted her the business, but now is not the time to mention that. “Elena wouldn’t do this. It’s not

“Leila?”

“She’s in Connecticut with

“Are you sure?”

But if she’d absconded, I’m sure her folks would have let Flynn know. Let’s discuss this when we’re home. Concentrate on what you’re doing.”

“But it might just be some

any risks. Not where you’re concerned.” I sound brusque, but I don’t care. Ana, as ever, is challenging. Unmuting my BlackBerry, I place it back in

The traffic starts to ease, and Ana’s able to increase

“What if we

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