Owned by the Dom: Part Two

Prue moved up the stairs to her room. She grabbed the nearest bag then started filling it with clothes. Veronica grabbed a few things from downstairs, and she was locking the door within twenty minutes of entering.

“We’ll come regularly if you want.”

She shrugged. Until she was ready to face the world again she wasn’t going back to that house.

Veronica drove ‘til they were parked outside her house. The place was small in comparison to James’s place.

“Are you sure Daniel doesn’t mind me staying?” she asked.

“Daniel loves you like a sister. He doesn’t want James coming ‘round. I’ve tried to tell him it was nothing personal, but he’s a little afraid of James.”

“I’m surprised you’re not,” Prue said. The house was lovely and warm as they walked inside. She dropped her bags and went straight to the kitchen. Veronica made them both a sandwich and a cup of coffee.

Prue sat at the table thankful she was no longer trapped in that room back in London.

Chapter Thirteen

A small party waited for them back at Possession. Cadeon and the gang were standing in the main office with a bottle of the finest whisky and plenty of food. None of them spoke of Prudence’s absence. For that he was thankful. It looked like Ursula was going to comment, but Stephen whispered in her ear; and no comment was made from the woman. Violet was rubbing her stomach, and Cadeon stayed by her side.

Tate, Kevin, and Rebecca stood together, but the tension was felt among all three.

He stared at his friends, thankful he was sharing a drink with them once again.

“I’m afraid we’re the only ones happy to see you alive and kicking,” Tate said, raising his glass. “I want to say a quick toast. This is to the man with more balls than brains and to the man who went with him. You both are two crazy sons of bitches, but I’m pleased to see you both alive and ready to tell the tale. To James and Lucas.”

“To James and Lucas,” the rest of the room said.

He placed the glass to his lips and knocked the liquid back. The burn was a welcoming pain against the one in his heart. He raised his glass for a refill. Kevin filled his glass.

“There is no need to toast to me or to anyone. We would have all done the same in our situation. I know you’re all wondering where Prudence is.” He stopped speaking to take a sip. “She needs some time away from me right now.” Staring at his glass James frowned. “I wish I could say this is job well done, but I’m pretty sure I lost the woman I love. I guess Daren and Henry won in the end.”

“Daren is f**king dead,” Lucas said. “They haven’t won anything.”

He looked at the other man and laughed. “Tell me how they haven’t won?” James knew he shouldn’t be angry at the other man, but his anger needed to be directed at someone.

“You’re alive, and so is Prue. You’re not having to deal with the fact she could be halfway around the world by now. She is safe. Yes, she needs time, but she’s safe with her sister. As far as I’m concerned the bad guys didn’t win.”

The room had gone silent. “I’m sorry, guys. I’m not in the mood for a party.” James placed the glass onto the side then moved out of Possession.

Stephen followed him as he made his way to the door.

“What’s the matter?” he asked, wanting to be out of the club and in his own home or at least somewhere he could have some peace.

“Possession is your home as much as it is mine.”

“I know. I’ve got a lot of stuff to work out. I need to get Ravage open.”

“Josiah and Hubert will deal with the clubs how they see fit. Don’t be a stranger, and come back whenever you want. I’ve got to convince my woman to marry me,” he said.

James pulled the other man into a hug then made his way out of the club. He put a call through to Arthur letting him know that he was back and would need transportation. For tonight he walked the distance home. The cold air chilled him to the bone and was a welcome relief. With the slight edge of pain at least he knew he was alive.

He didn’t take in any of the scenery before him. James kept moving toward his home. His mind kept playing the events of the last few weeks. The joy of having Prudence in his arms and then the pain of knowing she’d been taken away. He pulled out of his cell phone and dialled Veronica’s number.

“Hello,” she said, sounding out of breath.

“How is she?”

She let out a sigh. “James, you need to give her time.”

“Tell me she’s okay,” he said, ignoring her warning.

“She’s asleep, but she’s got the door open, and the light is on. I haven’t seen her like this ever. I’m worried about her.”

James ran his hand over his face letting out a sigh.

“Anything she needs you come to me.”

“I’ll come to you.”

With nothing left to say he closed his cell phone. In the time it had taken for him to make the call he’d arrived at his house. He closed the gate behind him then made his way to the front door.

After locking everything behind him James went and consulted the mess he’d made in his father’s office. Everything would need to go. Sleep wasn’t welcome. He removed his jacket, rolled up his sleeves, and started working on clearing away the mess he’d created. Picking up the broken computer he dumped it outside waiting for collection in a few days. He rummaged through pieces of paper to see what could be saved and what needed to be scrapped. Throughout it all, James thought of Prudence. He didn’t know how he was going to get through the next few days staying away from her.

You’ll give her the time she needs, and you’ll accept it like the gentleman you are.

He found several pictures he’d taken of Prudence. Storing them away in his pocket James finished tidying the room. He replaced the art back on the walls and then found the vacuum to clear away the splinters left from the destruction of his father’s desk. After throwing out the bits of wood from the desk he returned the pieces of jewellery and paperwork to his father’s safe.

By the time the room was put back together the sun had come up.

The knock on his door distracted him.

James opened the door to see Josiah and Hubert holding a bag of baked goods and coffee.

“We need to talk,” Josiah said.

“How did you get on my property?” he asked.

“You didn’t lock the gate. You only closed it, James.”