Fifty Shades Trilogy 03 - Fifty Shades Freed

Hannah.
    Fuck . “Yes?”
    “Are you okay?”
    “I’ll be out in a moment.”
    “Boyce Fox is here to see you.”
    Shit. “Show him into the meeting room. I’ll be there in a minute.”
    “Do you want some tea?”
    “Please.”
    After my lunch—another cream cheese and salmon bagel, which I manage to keep down—I sit staring listlessly at my computer, looking for inspiration and wondering how Christian and I are going to resolve this huge problem.
    My BlackBerry buzzes, making me jump. I glance at the screen—it’s Mia. Jeez, that’s all I need, her gushing and enthusiasm. I hesitate, wondering if I could just ignore it, but courtesy wins out.
    “Mia,” I answer brightly.
    “Well, hello there, Ana—long time no speak.” The male voice is familiar . Fuck!
    My scalp prickles and all the hair on my body stands to attention as adrenaline floods through my system and my world stops spinning.
    It’s Jack Hyde.

“Jack.” My voice has disappeared, choked by fear. How is he out of jail? Why does he have Mia’s phone? The blood drains from my face, and I feel dizzy.
    “You do remember me,” he says, his tone soft. I sense his bitter smile.
    “Yes. Of course.” My answer is automatic as my mind races.
    “You’re probably wondering why I called you.”
    “Yes.”
    Hang up.
    “Don’t hang up. I’ve been having a chat with your little sister-in-law.”
    What? Mia! No! “What have you done?” I whisper, trying to quell my fear.
    “Listen here, you prick-teasing, gold-digging whore. You fucked up my life. Grey fucked up my life. You owe me. I have the little bitch with me now. And you, that cock-sucker you married, and his whole fucking family are going to pay.”
    Hyde’s contempt and bile shock me. His family? What the hell?
    “What do you want?”
    “I want his money. I really want his fucking money. If things had been different, it could have been me. So you’re going to get it for me. I want five million dollars, today.”
    “Jack, I don’t have access to that kind of money.”
    He snorts his derision. “You have two hours to get it. That’s it—two hours. Tell no one or this little bitch gets it. Not the cops. Not your prick of a husband. Not his security team. I will know if you do. Understand?” He pauses and I try to respond, but panic and fear seal my throat.
    “You understand!” he shouts.
    “Yes,” I whisper.
    “Or I will kill her.”
    I gasp.
    “Keep your phone with you. Tell no one or I’ll fuck her up before I kill her. You have two hours.”
    “Jack, I need longer. Three hours. How do I know that you have her?”
    The line goes dead. I gape in horror at the phone, my mouth parched with fear, leaving the nasty metallic taste of terror. Mia, he has Mia. Or does he? My mind whirrs at the obscene possibility, and my stomach roils again. I think I’m going to be sick, but I inhale deeply, trying to steady my panic, and the nausea passes. My mind rockets through the possibilities. Tell Christian? Tell Taylor? Call the police? How will Jack know? Does he actually have Mia? I need time, time to think—but I can only accomplish that by following his instructions. I grab my purse and head for the door.
    “Hannah, I have to go out. I am not sure how long I’ll be. Cancel my appointments this afternoon. Let Elizabeth know I have to deal with an emergency.”
    “Sure, Ana. Everything okay?” Hannah frowns, concern etched on her face as she watches me flee.
    “Yes,” I call back distractedly, hurrying toward reception where Sawyer is waiting.
    “Sawyer.” He leaps up from the armchair at the sound of my voice, and frowns when he sees my face.
    “I’m not feeling well. Please take me home.”
    “Sure, ma’am. Do you want to wait here while I get the car?”
    “No, I’ll come with you. I’m in a hurry to get home.”
    I gaze out the window in stark terror as I go over my plan. Get home. Change. Find checkbook. Escape from Ryan and Sawyer somehow. Go to bank. Hell, how much room does five million dollars take up? What will it weigh? Will I need a suitcase? Should I telephone the bank in advance? Mia. Mia. What if he doesn’t have Mia? How can I check? If I call Grace it will raise her suspicions, and possibly endanger Mia. He said he would know. I glance out the back window of the SUV. Am I being followed? My heart races as I examine the cars following us. They look innocuous enough. Oh, Sawyer, drive faster. Please. My eyes flicker to meet his in the rearview