Through a joking twitter conversation a few weeks ago I had the idea for this giveaway. I thought we should all work together to write fan fiction of Jack’s story, after Fifty Shades Freed. The choice of story line comes from our 3rd Anniversary giveaway contest.
Here’s the plan, below you will find the first paragraph of the story, compliments of our friend Jazz. In the comments section, please add one paragraph to the story. Then the next person can add another paragraph, and another will add one, and so on and so on….
When adding, please write each paragraph as a new comment on the post, not on the comment. The paragraphs will show up in reverse order, but they’ll be ordered properly.
If it gets confusing with the comments I will log in once a day and add on the paragraphs from the comments section to alleviate the confusion.
If you want to read more of Jack’s story (when he’s released from jail), you can check out Jazz’s fan fiction.
Prize: Fifty Shades of Grey poster
Who can enter? Contest is open to anyone 17 or older from around the world.
Contest ending: August 17th at Noon (we reserve the right to adjust that based on the progress of the story)
Make sure you use an account you regularly check when logging into Disqus.
You can add as many paragraphs as you want, but no more than two in a row.
My fingers drum against the metal table, the cuffs linked at my wrists. I watch as my lawyer reviews my file once more shaking his head. He’s young, perhaps mid twenties; he smiles up at me and then looks down nervously. I grin, knowing that I can break him in seconds if I had the chance. “Uh… So, Mr. Hyde after reviewing the case, it seems early release might not be possible.” I slam my hands down my voice low and wretched “Really, did my file tell you that, kid?” He stutters “Well… Uh… Sir, It’s just that Mr. Grey has pressed all charges.” I smirk as I hear him call me sir, like the good little cunt he is. My nose flares at the mention of Christian Grey’s name every vein fueled with anger. “He’s fucking paying you isn’t he?” “Sir, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I smirk and sit up “Yes you do. You listen, kid. And listen well because I will only say this once. It may only be 6 months in, but you let Mr. Grey know that no matter the time I’m released he will always have a target. Time is all I need and all I have.” I grin, he gulps. “Are you threatening Mr. Grey?” “No, Kid, I’m making a promise.” Ending the visit I shout. “GUARD!” The door opens and they pull me by the elbows taking me out of the room. Cuffs linked tight at my ankles I steadily walk back to my cell. The guard unlocks the cuffs on both ends. I walk in, looking to the wall with a wry ominous smirk as I rub my wrists and the gates slam shut.
“Concentrate Hyde! You’ve got to come up with a plan. That rich fucker Grey thinks his fortune can solve all problems. Well, he’s in for a surprise”. Seething with hatred and rage, Jack sits on the hard, steel bed and silently curses Christian Grey. His thoughts drifting back to that time in Detroit. “If it weren’t for that pathetic little fucker, I’d be enjoying the wealth and success that the Grey family would have ensured. Why him? The rich bastard shows up in my life again. Storms into my office like he’s fucking Superman saving Lois Lane from an evil lech. The rich prick isn’t satisfied to have my hot, cock-teasing assistant—he robs me of my livelihood by throwing me out on the street.” The sounds and smells of this hellhole assault Jack’s senses, making him nauseous. Sweat breaks out on his forehead and a cold feeling overwhelms him. There has to be a greedy, scum-ball attorney out there willing to compromise his principles to beat these charges. Jack contemplates his strategy, knowing that he’ll find a way. He didn’t get where he did by being shy and settling for crumbs. “Grey might have his billions, I’ve got my wits”.
The Attorney breathed deeply as Jack was lead away chains rattling. He collected his papers and summoned the guard to leave the room. He walked back ramrod straight. Rule number one don’t let them see you react.
Once in the parking lot he unlocked the door to a leased Lexus. After clearing the lot he activated the hands free. His fist call was to his partner.
“We need to keep him off the stand. He hurts his case. Let himself know.”
The second was to a Private Investigator..
We need to meet…
Jack’s attorney felt he could find something to help out his client he just need to make sure that his private investigator would go to the lengths he would need him to to dig up the dirt on Grey. No way could this pretty boy be as squeaky clean as he lets on. If he and Jack came from the same foster home both came from tough beginnings.
“I’ll meet you at Nics Bar on 7th st at 9pm. I might have something for you.” Damn private investigators they can be so secretive. I hope he does for Jack’s sake for now we have nothing on Grey or his Bitch girlfriend Ana.
My attorney better get something from that private investigator on Grey yea he has the wealth, the looks yet he has something he is hiding I know he does and I need to know about and soon otherwise I have nothing to squeeeE him with to hopefully lesson my sentence on this hell hole they call prison. This bed is as hard as my heart for Christian Grey and as hard as my dick for his slut girlfriend Ana Steele. I have something for her smart mouth. I feel a smile cross my lips as I lie back on this rock of a bed.
“So what do you have for me? ” I ask as I take a seat at the back table in Nic’s bar across from the private investigator (that came highly recommend and hell of a lot more expensive too).
I found out that Grey may have some shady dealings with a blonde…….
“Do you have a name for this blonde?” I do but I need to look a little deeper into the connection to be sure how far it goes.” The attorney looks not to pleased due to lack of true information needed about Christian Grey and this unnamed blonde that he knows. I need to get to the bottom of this connection. Jack would insist I know that he knows this connection. I ask again “what is the name of this blonde Grey has prior or current connections too?” The private investigator sits back against the booth seat and smiles and then he leans forward and says one word with a snear “Elena.”
When Isaac gets back to me i know there’s something he has to say he’s nervous and stuttering just as he did when he first met me and Elena for our settlement…he tells me Grey has connections with someone that I know and deep down I think I can tell who it is I hear the name as Isaac says it with an apologetic glance at meand rage fills my veins after all these years she’s still fucking him? (he knows my life better than anyone as he’s the one who finalized our divorce who would’ve thought after hiring him just because of his father his age and looks angered me what could a little prick know at his age but I was wrong and now he is worth all the fucking money I paid him all these years but I needed his father by my side) The memory in my head as if it was only yesterday that little fucker getting his dick sucked by my wife. And afterwards the way she begged and cried that I not say anything while I beat her up…who would’ve thought my shy all up for whatever I wanted bitch of a wife had her kinks with a fucker like him and since how long? I’ve been patiently waiting to watch him pay for what he and that bitch did after destroying my facade after destroying my marriage…waiting so many years to find something that mattered in his life the money he didn’t care about as he so cherishly gives away FUCKER!!! His family can’t mean so much to him if he’s always so distant from them and just when I thought I had to give up little miss Steele comes along and gives me a chance at a rightful payback. This time I can watch him suffer just as I suffered when he took everything from me just as he destroyed my image and gave my little wife her wings to act up on her stupid childish fantasies…yes I know what I have to do…Isaac find out what his bail is set to.
How much could it cost to get a kidnapper sick bastard out of jail as if it would be possible to get him out at all due the haneous crime he has committed drugging, tying up and gagging and stashing of Mia Grey what the hell was Jack thinking oh right he wasn’t now it is my job his patient and insightful attorney to get him out on bail. Fuck my life I went to one of the most prestigious law schools in the world and I am defending Jack the Kidnapper lucky me. I better go see Jack and let him know the new information that the PI dregged up about Christian Fucking Grey and his so interesting connection to a socialite here in Seattle Elena Lincoln. I also better find out how much his bond is so I can arrange for bail if bail is even an option. Great stress and more stress first the blonde Elena and now a bail hearing hopeful can be done this a morning. Need to call the court coordinator.
“Jack,” I say as I sit infront of him in a small room where attorneys talk with their clients. “What the hell of you found out about Grey? “He asks me not to happy about still being behind bars an wearing the lovely orange jumpsuit for prisoners. “I need to get out of this hell hole what have you found out,” he huffs out looking pissed about something. I tell him about the connection between Grey and this Elena Lincoln woman. He smiles an evil filled smile “About fucking time you get something good on Grey, now when is my bail hearing?” I pull out my cell and call the court coordinator to see if Jack is on the docket this morning.she tells me he is and that the hearing is at 10 am. I check my watch damn I better get down there it is 930 already. I tell
Jack that the hearing is in 30 minutes. “Get down there and get me the hell out of here.” I stand and walk out with the sound of Jack repeatedly saying get me out of here Issac.
Good Luck and happy writing!