Fifty Shades Darker (book 5) novel Chapter 120

We both rush to Ana, who is sitting on the sidewalk, looking faint. I sink down beside her. “Ana, Ana! What’s wrong?” I pull her into my lap to check what’s wrong, holding her head between my hands. She closes her eyes and sags against me as if in relief. “Ana.” I grasp her arms and shake her. “What’s wrong? Are you sick?”

“Jack,” she whispers.

“Fuck.” Adrenaline sweeps through my body, leaving a murderous fury in its wake. I glance up at Taylor. He nods and disappears into the building. “What did that sleazeball do to you?”

Ana giggles. “It’s what I did to him.” And she doesn’t stop laughing. She’s hysterical. I’m going to kill him.

“Ana!” I give her a shake. “Did he touch you?”

“Only once,” she whispers, and her giggling stops.

Rage fuels my muscles as I stand holding her in my arms. “Where is that fucker?” From inside the building we can hear muffled shouts. I set Ana on her feet. “Can you stand?”

She nods. “Don’t go in. Don’t, Christian.”

“Get in the car.”

“Christian, no.” She clasps my arm.

“Get in the goddamned car, Ana.”

I’m going to kill him.

“No! Please!” she begs. “Stay. Don’t leave me on my own.”

I drag my hand through my hair, trying and failing to hang on to my temper while the muffled shouting inside SIP intensifies. Abruptly it stops.

I pull out my phone.

“Christian, he has my e-mails,” Ana says in a whisper.

“What?”

“My e-mails to you. He wanted to know where your e-mails to me were. He was trying to blackmail me.”

I think I’m going to have a coronary.

That motherfucking asshole.

“Fuck!” I growl, as I call Barney.

“Hello—”

“Barney. Grey. I need you to access the SIP main server and wipe all Anastasia Steele’s e-mails to me. Then access the personal data files of Jack Hyde and check they aren’t stored there. If they are, wipe them.”

“Hyde? H.Y.D.E.”

“Yes.”

“All of them?”

“All of them. Now. Let me know when it’s done.”

“Will do.”

I hang up and dial Roach’s number.

“Jerry Roach.”

“Roach. Grey.”

“Good evening—”

“Hyde. I want him out. Now.”

“But—” Roach blusters.

“This minute. Call security. Get him to clear his desk immediately or I will liquidate this company first thing in the morning.”