Free Owned by the Dom: Part Two (The Owners) by Sam Crescent Page B

either owned by Henry or by a foreigner. There will be no activity. The place will have guards around it, and you’ll struggle to get inside.”
    James stared at the older man. “Why did you do it?” he asked. “You were once a wealthy man with a flourishing business. Why did you turn to this?”
    “I made bad decisions, and the money was gone. This business, as seedy and as crap as it is, means money, and it’s always flowing the cash for anyone who wants a piece.”
    “We’re done here,” Lucas said, standing.
    James followed the other man.
    “If you want to get in without much trouble you’ve got to go in as a buyer,” Lloyd said.
    James turned back, glaring at the man.
    There was nothing more to say. James followed behind Lucas as they made their way out of the prison. Their car was parked in the crowded parking lot. James looked back and shook his head.
    “What’s the matter?” Lucas asked.
    “Nothing. There was a time when my parents loved that man. I’ve never liked him, and I hated his son even more. I can’t believe lack of money is what drove him to do what he did,” James said, leaning against the car. He felt drained.
    Prudence was in England, and he didn’t know if he’d ever be able to find her. He was putting his faith in a man he hated. Lloyd Black couldn’t be trusted.
    “I’ve lived without money. I’ve done some crazy shit to put food on the table for my mother and sister. I get why he did what he did , but I don’t accept it. There is a huge difference in understanding why and accepting it, James.”
    Lucas opened the car , and James climbed in.
    “I guess we’re going to England to get my girl,” James said. “Do you need my card?”
    “No, we’ll pay for them by cash. If we leave everything to the last minute the Feds can’t sweep in and stop us.”
    James nodded, putting his card away. He didn’t care how they did everything as long as they got his woman back before it was too late.
     
     

Chapter Nine
     
    Friday, the day of the auction
     
    Prue stared out of the window. The bars hindered her view. The sun was high in the sky , but she knew what day of the week it was. She’d be a fool not to know what was about to happen. Her stomach was in knots, and she gazed down her body to see the effects of what was about to happen to her. During the last two days, Henry had seen to her transformation. He’d removed the dye from her hair, which bothered her. She wished he’d taken the length off. The first thing she did when she got out of here was cutting it. The memory of its current length was now spoiled by Henry and Daren. It might seem petty of her, but there it was. The strands were now a plain brown. Her nails were well looked after, and every inch of her body had been waxed. She was bare between the thighs. The only thing she could be thankful for was Cindy. The small woman had been the one to wax her. Nearly every part of her had been cleaned by Cindy.
    She didn’t hate C indy. The woman was doing her job preparing Prue for her sale. Henry came to her every night to gloat over her potential sale or earning. Each time he spoke she thought about landing her fist in his face. No matter what she thought or felt, Henry was stronger than she. She’d raised her fist once at him, but he caught her fist before she was even able to land the first blow to his skull.
    Staring at her reflection in the mirror no longer helped to calm her thoughts. The sound of the door opening and closing distracted her. She turned to see C indy holding a dress in her hands.
    “What do you want?” Prue asked. She wasn’t happy any longer. The seriousness of her situation scared her. Tears constantly filled her eyes and spilled down her cheeks.
    “I’m here to get you dressed.” Cindy paused, placing the dress on the nearest chair. “You would prefer me to get you ready rather than Henry or one of his men to do it.”
    Prue had tried to escape, but the men posted outside her door