Freed: Fifty Shades Freed as told by Christian

Chapter 150

“Please don’t cry,” I mutter, as we gaze at each other.

She looks so damned hurt. It’s heartrending.

“I never what?” she asks, and it takes me a split second to realize what she’s referring to—my unfinished sentence.

“Do as you’re told. You changed your mind; you didn’t tell me where you were. Ana, I was in New York, powerless and livid. If I’d been in Seattle, I’d have brought you home.”

“So you are punishing me?”

Yes. No. Yes. I close my eyes, unable to face her.

“You have to stop doing this,” she says.

I frown.

“For a start, you only end up feeling shittier about yourself.”

I snort. “That’s true. I don’t like to see you like this.”

“And I don’t like feeling like this. You said on the Fair Lady that you hadn’t married a submissive.”

“I know. I know.”

“Well, stop treating me like one. I’m sorry I didn’t call you. I won’t be so selfish again. I know you worry about me.”

We stare at each other while I weigh her words. “Okay. Good.” I lean over to kiss her. But I stop before my lips touch hers, asking for permission and begging for forgiveness. She raises her lips to mine and I kiss her with tenderness.

“Your lips are always so soft when you’ve been crying.”

“I never promised to obey you, Christian.”

“I know.”

“Deal with it, please. For both our sakes. And I will try to be more considerate of your controlling tendencies.”

I have no answer to that, except “I’ll try.”

do. Besides, if I had been here…” Her eyes grow wide.

“I know,” I whisper, feeling like all the blood is draining from my face. I lie back and fling my arm across my eyes, imagining for the thousandth time what could have happened.

He could have killed her.

while I hold her. My fingers twirl her braid, then untie it and slowly untangle her hair. It’s soothing, feeling her soft hair spill

Ana, I’m so sorry.

Ana interrupts my thoughts. “What did you mean earlier, when you said ‘or’?”

“Or?” I ask.

“Something

I peer at her. “You don’t give up, do you?”

don’t even know how to shoot—I

Ana!

What? “You talked to my mother about Elena?” I don’t believe it.

“Yes, Grace and I talked about her.”

I gape at her, and Ana continues, “She’s very upset about it. Blames herself.”

“I can’t believe you spoke to my mother. Shit!” I put my arm over my face again, as yet more shame

“I didn’t

“I should hope not. Grace doesn’t need all the gory details. Christ, Ana. My dad, too?”

“No!” she says, shocked, I think. “Anyway, you’re trying to distract me—again. Jack.

I’m-taking-none-of-your-bullshit look. Sighing, I put my arm back over my eyes, and I let the words spill out in a rush. “Hyde is implicated in Charlie Tango’s sabotage. The investigators found a partial print—just partial, so they couldn’t make a match. But then you recognized Hyde in the server room. He has convictions as a minor in Detroit, and the prints matched his. This morning, a cargo van was found in the garage here. Hyde was the driver. Yesterday, he delivered some shit to that new guy who’s moved

“I don’t

“Me neither. But that’s how Hyde managed to

“And? What’s so important about the van?”

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