Freed: Fifty Shades Freed as told by Christian

Chapter 98

Ana blinks several times as she absorbs this news, and the color drains from her cheeks.

Shit.

She sits up straighter and squints into the rearview mirror, no doubt trying to identify our pursuer.

“Keep your eyes on the road, baby.” I speak softly. Calmly. I don’t want to spook Ana any more than

she’s spooked already. We just need to get back to Escala as quickly as possible and lose this asshole.

“How do we know we’re being followed?” Her voice is high-pitched and breathless.

“The Dodge behind us has false license plates.”

She drives carefully across the Twenty-Eighth Street intersection, around the roundabout and up the

520 on-ramp. Traffic is light, so that’s something. Ana’s eyes flick to the rearview mirror, then she takes

a deep breath and abruptly seems to slow down.

Ana, what are you doing?

She’s studying the flow of traffic; suddenly she drops a gear and floors the gas so we shoot forward

through a break in the traffic onto the highway. The Dodge has to slow right down to a crawl to wait for

a gap to follow us.

Whoa. Ana. Clever girl!

But we’re going too fast!

“Steady, baby.” I keep my voice even, though inside my stomach is in knots. She drops her speed and

starts to weave between the two lanes. Knotting my hands together, I hold them in my lap so I don’t

distract her. “Good girl.” I glance behind us. “I can’t see the Dodge.”

“We’re right behind the unsub, Mr. Grey,” Sawyer’s voice says over the speaker. “He’s trying to catch

up with you, sir. We’re going to try to come alongside. Put ourselves between your car and the Dodge.”

“Good. Mrs. Grey is doing well. At this rate, provided the traffic remains light, and from what I can see it

is, we’ll be off the bridge in a few minutes.”

“Sir.”

We speed past the bridge control tower. We’re halfway. Ana is traveling fast, but smoothly and

confidently. She’s got this. “You’re doing really well, Ana.”

“Where am I headed?”

“Mrs. Grey, head for I-5 and then south. We want to see if the Dodge follows you all the way.”

The lights on the bridge are green, thank goodness, and Ana continues at speed. “Shit.” There are cars

backed up coming off the bridge. Ana slows, and I see her glance in the rearview mirror, looking for the

Dodge.

“Ten or so cars back?” she says.

Staring behind us, I spot it. “Yeah, I see it. I wonder who the fuck it is?”

“Me, too. Do we know if it’s a man driving?” Ana directs her comment to my phone.

“No, Mrs. Grey. Could be a man or woman. The tint is too dark.”

“A woman?” I ask.

Ana shrugs. “Your Mrs. Robinson?”

What? No!

I’ve not heard from Elena since—well, since the wedding, when she sent that fucking text. I reach for

my phone and pull it out of the cradle to mute it.

“She’s not my Mrs. Robinson,” I grumble. “I haven’t spoken to her since my birthday.”

That’s not right, Grey. I called her when I gifted her the business, but now is not the time to mention

that. “Elena wouldn’t do this. It’s not her style.”

“Leila?”

“She’s in Connecticut with her parents. I told you.”

“Are you sure?” Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

“No. But if she’d absconded, I’m sure her folks would have let Flynn know. Let’s discuss this when

we’re home. Concentrate on what you’re doing.”

“But it might just be some random car.”

“I’m not taking any risks. Not where you’re concerned.” I sound brusque, but I don’t care. Ana, as ever,

is challenging. Unmuting my BlackBerry, I place it back in the speaker cradle.

The traffic starts to ease, and Ana’s able to increase her speed along the intersection.

“What if we get stopped by the cops?” she asks.

“That would be a good thing.”

“Not for my license.”

“Don’t worry about that.” The arson attempt and Charlie Tango’s sabotage are all part of a police

investigation. I’m sure any police officer would be more interested in our stalker.

“He’s cleared the traffic and picked up speed.” Sawyer’s disembodied voice is calm and informative.

“He’s doing ninety.”

Ana accelerates and my beautiful car responds like the finely honed machine she is, climbing to ninety-

five with ease.

“Keep it up, Ana,” I assure her.

Ana coasts onto I-5 and immediately crosses several lanes to get into the fast lane.

Smooth, baby. Smooth.

“He’s hit one hundred miles per hour, sir.”

Fuck. “Stay with him, Luke,” I bark at Sawyer.

A semi lurches into our lane and Ana hits the brakes, so we’re thrown forward. “Fucking idiot!” I shout.

Christ. He could have killed us!

“Go around him, baby,” I grit between clenched teeth. Ana maneuvers across three lanes, past several

cars and the fucking semi, then back into the passing lane, leaving the asshole behind us. “Nice move,

Mrs. Grey. Where are the cops when you need them?”

“I don’t want a ticket, Christian,” she says without heat. “Have you had a speeding ticket driving this?”

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