Freed: Fifty Shades Freed as told by Christian

Chapter 244

Ana’s looks puzzled. “That makes sense?”

“The note. The ransom note that fucker left. It went something like ‘Do you know who I am? Because I

know who you are, Baby Bird.’”

Ana still looks confused.

“It’s from a kid’s book. The Colliers had it. It was called Are You My Mother? Shit.” I imagine the cover

in my mind’s eye: the little bird and the sad, old dog. “I loved that book. Mrs. Collier used to read it to

me. Christ. He knew. That fucker knew.”

Though I have no memory of him…thank God.

“Will you tell the police?”

“Yes. I will. Christ knows what Clark will do with that information.”

I exhale. They’re here, in my brain, the missing memories. It’s a relief. And once more I’m grateful that

my parents came to see me this evening. They’ve dislodged whatever was holding these recollections

back.

Ana smiles, relieved for me, I think. But enough of my fucked-up history. I owe Ana an explanation. But

where to start? She might be too tired; she’s worked hard to entertain my family. “Thank you for this

evening.”

“For what?”

“Catering for my family at a moment’s notice.”

“Don’t thank me, thank Mia. And Mrs. Jones. She keeps the pantry well stocked.”

Ana! Take a compliment. She’s such an exasperating woman sometimes, but I let it go. “How are you

feeling, Mrs. Grey?”

“Good. How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine.”

Ana’s eyes light up, and her fingers dance over my belly.

I laugh and grab her hand. “Oh, no. Don’t get any ideas.”

Her lips purse in disappointment, and she stares up at me through her lashes again. “Ana, Ana, Ana,

what am I going to do with you?” I kiss her hair.

“I have some ideas.” She wriggles beside me and stops suddenly, her face scrunched in pain.

Ana! You’re hurt.

She smiles quickly, to reassure me.

“Baby, you’ve been through enough. Besides, I have a bedtime story for you.”

She looks up, expectant.

“You wanted to know…” I close my eyes and swallow, as my mind drifts back to my adolescence.

I’m fifteen again.

“Picture this: an adolescent boy looking to earn some extra money so he can continue his secret

drinking habit.” I open my eyes, but I can still see myself as I was back then: a tall but scrawny teen, in

cut-off shorts, with a shock of copper hair and a belligerent fuck-off attitude.

That was me.

Hell.

I shift onto my side so Ana and I are lying facing each other. Her eyes are wide, and full of questions. I

take a deep breath. “So, I was in the backyard at the Lincolns’, clearing some rubble and trash from the

extension Mr. Lincoln had just added to their place.”

Closing my eyes again, I’m there once more. The scent of summer flowers hangs thick in the air.

Insects buzz and I swat them away. The heat from the midday sun is beating down on me, so much so

that I strip off my T-shirt. And there’s Elena. Wearing the lowest-cut dress I’ve ever seen—it barely

sheathes her body.

When I chance a look at Ana, she’s still staring at me, hanging on my every word. “It was a hot summer

day. I was working hard.” I chuckle, remembering this was probably one of the few days I ever did any Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

manual labor. “It was backbreaking work, shifting that rubble. I was on my own, and Ele—Mrs. Lincoln

appeared out of nowhere and brought me some lemonade. We exchanged small talk, and I made

some smartass remark—and she slapped me. She slapped me so hard.” My hand moves automatically

to my cheek as I remember the unfamiliar sting. No one had ever slapped me like that.

My eyes are here, boy. Mrs. Lincoln points two fingers at her face.

She caught me staring at her tits.

Well. You couldn’t miss them.

Fuck.

I was hard. Instantly. To bursting.

Mrs. Lincoln’s gaze drifts to my pants.

Fuck. My boner! It’s humiliating.

Like that, do you? she drawls, scarlet lips lifting in a sexy smile.

I think I’m gonna come in my pants.

“But then she kissed me. And when she finished, she slapped me again.”

Her mouth is hot. Wet. Strong. Everything I ever wet-dreamed about.

“I’d never been kissed before or hit like that.”

Ana gasps.

Fuck. “Do you want to hear this?”

Ana stares, round-eyed, and her words rush out in a breathless whisper. “Only if you want to tell me.”

“I’m trying to give you some context.”

She nods, but she looks like she’s seen a fucking ghost, and I hesitate. Should I continue? I look

deeply into her startled eyes, and all I see are more questions. She’s hungry for information; she’s

always hungry for more.

I roll onto my back and stare at the ceiling and continue my sorry tale. “Well, naturally, I was confused

and angry…and horny as hell. I mean, a hot older woman comes on to you like that.”

It was the first time I’d ever been kissed.

Ever. It was heaven. And hell, too.

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