Page 1 of Freed
~Prologue~
“I swear I have the most incompetent sons ever born.” Those were the last words I shared with my two sons, Stuart and Benjamin, before throwing my cell onto the seat next to me. How could they have been stupid enough to allow Alannah to be taken?
For years, I groomed every young girl that came into my possession to be the perfect submissive, and when it came time for them to be sold, I had no problem letting them go. Well… that was until Alannah Jackson came into my life. There was something different about her. She was always willing to learn. She was much younger than the rest of the girls, and unlike the others, there was a connection to her that I couldn’t explain. I wanted to groom her into much more than the perfect submissive. My feelings toward her became bitter, and my affection for her changed. She reminded me of what I lost. When she turned fifteen, it was time to let her go. She would be my ultimate profit. Alannah was different from the other girls, who I had no problem selling. That wasn’t to say I didn’t try. Twice, to be exact. But not even Roman Michaels or Martin Holland was good enough for her. And when my son, Benjamin, expressed wanting her for himself, I couldn’t allow that to happen because it meant she would always be there to remind me of what I did.
The only way I could be rid of her and bury the feelings I had for her once and for all was to sell her to a foreign buyer. So, when Osman Nylund accepted my offer of one million dollars, I couldn’t pass it up. Alannah would be out of my life for good, and in time I would forget about her and forgive myself.
Unfortunately, there was one thing I didn’t count on: Roman Michaels falling in love with Alannah. I should have taken care of him, just like I did her father. Now, due to the incompetence of my two sons, Roman had her, and I didn’t know where the fuck she was. All I knew was that Martin Holland and Neal Preston were with him. I shouldn’t have trusted Mr. Preston. I should have put two and two together and figured out that Ella Mathews was his daughter. At least I still had one ace in the hole. Roman didn’t know who Benjamin really was. My son could continue pretending to be Brian Barrow and hopefully find out where Alannah was being kept.
Maybe I should have thanked Benjamin’s mother before she took her last breath. Such a bitter woman she was. Why had she cared what kind of business I conducted? She got her weekly spa treatments and satisfied her shopping fetish with the money I made. She would be rolling in her grave if she knew what her beloved Benjamin had become. Little did she know, I had already groomed him to follow in my footsteps long before she took him away from me. And having his name changed didn’t stop me from finding him. Funny how things worked out. I never thought my son’s longtime friend and partner would have so much in common with me. Benjamin was quite a resourceful young man, and when he told me about Roman’s club, I couldn’t help but befriend Mr. Michaels. I guess I should have thought twice. He was nothing more than a thorn in my side that needed to be removed. Soon his dear Alannah would be mine again, and all thoughts of him would be gone from her mind just like before. Only next time, for good.
