Freed: Fifty Shades Freed as told by Christian

Chapter 136

Taylor is awake. I wonder if he’s slept at all. “What’s the time?” I ask as Beighley brings the plane to a stop at the end of the runway.

“It’s ten after four.”

“That’s early. Will we be met?”

“I did e-mail Ryan. Let’s hope he got the message.” We both switch on our phones at the same time.

Shit. I have several messages. And judging by the irritating notifications coming from his phone, so does Taylor. There’s a text and missed call from Ana. I read her text first.

ANA

I’M STILL IN ONE PIECE.

I HAD A NICE TIME.

MISSING YOU—PLEASE DON’T BE MAD.

Too late, Ana.

At least she missed me.

She’s left a voice mail, which I listen to next. Her voice is breathy and anxious. “Hi. It’s me. Please don’t be mad. We’ve had an incident at the apartment. But it’s under control, so don’t worry. No one is hurt. Call me.”

What the fuck?

And my first thought is Leila has broken in again. Maybe it was her driving the Dodge. When I glance at Taylor, his face is ashen. “Hyde was caught in the apartment. Ryan took him down. He’s in police custody,” he says.

My world grinds to a screeching halt.

“Ana?” I whisper, as all the breath evaporates from my body.

“She’s fine.”

“Gail?”

“She’s fine, too.”

“What the hell?”

“Exactly.” Taylor looks as shaken as I feel. The plane taxies to a stop, and I call Ana immediately, but her phone goes straight to voice mail.

Shit.

Hyde. In the apartment? How? Why? What?

see her to make sure. Stephan has opened the aircraft door, and the early morning chill seeps into the main cabin and my bones. Shivering, I get up, and take my jacket from Taylor, who is first off the plane.

as I don my tux jacket to ward off the cool pre-dawn air.

“You’re welcome, sir,” she says.

“No. I mean it. Thank you. For the last-minute scramble of it all.”

“It’s not a problem.”

“Get some rest.” I shake both their hands and follow Taylor out to where Sawyer is waiting with the Audi.

Zig Zag Café, Hyde, dressed in coveralls, arrived at Escala and buzzed the apartment

What the actual fuck!

“Was he armed?” Taylor asks.

“Yes. But there was an altercation. One of the doors needs repair.”

“Altercation?” I don’t believe it!

Fuck. “But Ryan’s okay?”

“Yes, sir.”

Gail.

“In the panic room.”

Thank you, Ros Bailey! I glance at Taylor, who rubs his forehead, his eyes screwed shut.

Hell. Both of our women threatened by that evil motherfucker Hyde.

“Who called the police?” Taylor asks.

“I did. Mrs. Grey insisted.”

right thing,” I mutter. “What the hell was he hoping to achieve?”

“I don’t know, sir,” Sawyer replies. “One more thing. The press

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