Freed: Fifty Shades Freed as told by Christian

Chapter 211

“Ana?”

His face is impassive. “I haven’t seen her, sir.”

“For fuck’s sake, we have how many security personnel here? Where the fuck is my wife?” I explode, and my head pounds. I close my eyes as Taylor’s face pales.

Shit. Get a grip, Grey.

“Did she go out?” I ask, in as measured a tone as I can manage.

“There’s nothing in the log, sir.”

“I can’t find her.” I’m at a loss.

He casts his eyes over the CCTV monitors. “All the vehicles are accounted for. And no one can get in.”

I blanch as I grasp his meaning. Has she been kidnapped?

Taylor notices my expression. “No one can get in, sir,” he repeats for emphasis.

“Leila Williams and Jack Hyde got in!” I snap.

“Miss Williams had a key, and Ryan let Hyde in,” Taylor counters. “I’ll check the apartment, Mr. Grey.”

I nod and follow him out into the hallway.

She wouldn’t leave. Would she? I rack my addled, aching brain and recall a vision of Ana—from last night, I think—dressed in the softest satin, fragrant and beautiful, smiling down at me. Taylor heads off to our bedroom, no doubt to look there, and I don’t stop him. I might have missed something.

My phone!

I could call her.

Wait. There’s a

ANA

WOULD YOU LIKE MRS. LINCOLN TO

WE EVENTUALLY DISCUSS THIS TEXT SHE SENT YOU?

IT WILL SAVE YOU RUNNING TO HER AFTERWARD.

YOUR WIFE

FORWARDED: ELENA

It was good to see you. I understand now.

Don’t fret. You’ll make a wonderful father.

Oh, shit.

Ana’s been reading my texts.

When?

How dare she?

Anger flares inside me. I press call, and Ana’s phone rings, and rings. And fucking rings. Eventually it diverts to voice mail. “Where the hell are you?” I snarl into my BlackBerry, furious that she’s been reading my texts, furious that she knows about Elena, furious with Elena—but most of all, I’m furious at myself and at the clawing fear that threatens to choke me. She’s missing.

Ana, where

Where would she go? Kate. Of course. I

after several rings, her voice thick with sleep.

“It’s Christian.”

“Christian? What is it? Is Ana okay?” Kate is fully awake and instantly adopts her familiar badgering tone, which I do not need right

“She’s not with you?” I ask.

“No.

“No. Don’t worry. Go back to sleep.”

“Chris—” I hang

My head is pounding and my wife is missing. This is hell. I’m in hell. I try Ana’s phone and again it diverts to voice mail. I storm into the kitchen where Gail is making coffee. “Can you get me some Advil, please?” I’m as gracious as

Is she smiling because I’m suffering?

I scowl at her as she wordlessly places a container of Advil on the counter and turns to fill a glass of water, leaving me to struggle with the childproof lid. Eventually, I manage to pry two tablets from the plastic tub as stony-faced Mrs. Jones places water in front of me.

Glaring at her, I tip both pills into my mouth, but she turns back to the stove. I take a

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