Slaved: Last Chance Series Book Two: Last Chance Series

By A.L. Long

Award Winning Author of The Shattered Innocence Trilogy

 

"I could feel her heart beat 
even though we were miles away"

 

Rescued from the only life she had ever known; Alannah Jackson learns what it means to be loved and not controlled. Finally, able to let go of her past she begins a new life with the man who has shown her what love is. Faced with the truth, Alannah finds she can never escape her past or who she is. She will never love, only serve.

 

Roman's love for Alannah is tested when he finds that she has been slaved by a man just as ruthless as Winston Nelson. Against his better judgement, he accepts Martin Holland's offer to help retrain Alannah and he begins to question the love they shared.  After Martin Holland makes it clear of his intentions, Roman stops at nothing to get her back. There is no room for another man in her life.

Contains adult content 18+

 

It is suggested that you read Bought before reading this book.

Last chance Series

Bought

Slaved

Taken

Broken

Freed

• Language: English
• Publisher: A.L. Long
• Release date: Jun 17, 2019
• ISBN: 9798201047856

A.L. Long

After many years spent in the financial industry, I decide that I wanted a change. For that reason, I decided to do something that I have always wanted to do, but never thought I could. Write. I began writing in 2014 and I have enjoyed every minute of it. I hope that you will enjoy all of my books as much as I have enjoyed writing them.

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Slaved

Last Chance Series

A.L. Long

Copyright © 2019 A.L. Long

Slaved: Last Chance Series

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or used fictionally, and any resemblance to any actual person, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

Interior edited by H. Elaine Roughton

Cover design by Elena Krishtop

Acknowledgment

To my wonderful husband, who is with me heart, body and soul through each word I write. If it weren’t for him my dream of writing would have never been fulfilled. I love you, sweetheart. And to my family, whom I also love dearly. Through their love and support, I can continue my passion for writing.

To the many readers, who took a chance on me and purchased my books. I hope that I can continue to fill your hearts with the passion I have grown to love.

Most of all I want to thank my incredible PA, Barbara Danks. I don’t know where I would be without her and to my wonderful Street Team (Athena Kelly, Lori Hammons, Kristen Ann Tanner, Marsha Black, Sallie Ann, Andrea Miles Rhoads). You ladies have been a godsend.

~One~

ROMAN

As we left Yreka, the scene of Albert hanging from the ceiling kept playing in my mind. Something didn’t sit well with me. I was certain that Lanie didn’t notice, but how he hung from the ceiling was disturbing. If I wanted to kill myself, I would have pushed the chair away once I stepped off of it. The chair was upright, which made no sense for a person committing suicide. Then there was the way the rope was tied around Albert’s neck. If he wanted to, he could undo the knot, allowing him to fall to the floor.

The more I thought about it, even the letter was all wrong. The words written in the letter amounted to more of an apology than a suicide. Too many questions, but not for me to answer. The best thing I could do was let the police investigate and focus my thoughts on Lanie.

Concentrating on the road ahead, I could hear the faint sound of sirens behind me. Looking in my rear-view mirror, I could see blue lights in the distance coming toward me. As with any emergency vehicle approaching, the best thing to do was to move to the side of the road. Finding a safe place to pull over, I soon found that I was in his sights.

When he parked his car close behind me, I kept my eyes on the cop as he exited the police car. As he got closer, I recognized him as the officer who was at Albert Jackson’s house. Confusion entered as I tried to figure out why he would stop me.

What can I do for you, officer? My eyes were on him and I could tell by the way he stood he was tense.

I’m sorry, Mr. Michaels, but I need you to come with me back to Yreka, he stated. His hand fell to his gun, which was holstered on his right side. We have a few more questions for you.

Based on the way he stood, I got the feeling he wasn’t leaving without me in his custody. There was no way I could let that happen. I’ll follow you in if that is okay. Lanie doesn’t know how to drive and I would prefer not to leave my car parked on the side of the road.

He had seemed adamant, but to my surprise, he folded. I will follow you.

Waiting until he pulled away from the side of the road and turned in the opposite direction, I whipped the car around in front of him. Glancing over to Lanie, her hands were grasping the seat and I was sure that the flashing blue lights were the cause. The lights were annoying, but there was nothing I could do to turn them off. Flashing my lights, I offered a hint that he needed to turn off the lights.

Taking Lanie’s hand, I squeezed it lightly. Leaving the lights on is his way of showing power. Close your eyes and don’t think about them.

Moving my eyes from the rear-view mirror to the road, I decided enough was enough. Easing the car to the side of the road, I placed the car into park and opened the door. The officer pulled in behind me, as I expected. I kept my anger at bay, knowing the only way to get any results was to be nice to the officer.

Luckily for him, he remained inside the car. As he lowered the window halfway, his eyes met mine. Is there a problem?

Only a suggestion, but could you please turn off the flashing lights? They are very distracting.

Oh… sure, he chuckled.

Leaving the officer’s car, I saw without turning back that the lights were no longer flashing. His consideration proved that he wasn’t one of those asshole cops that lived to make everyone feel second-rate.

Placing my foot on the brake, I shifted into drive and pulled out onto the road. Lanie’s body language showed that she was still uneasy. Something else had her anxious and it had nothing to do with the lights. She resembled a frightened child awaiting her fate. Showing her that not everyone was out to get her was something I needed to do as soon as we got back to Portland.

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Sitting in the interrogation room, knowing that Lanie was alone waiting, scared, was all I could think about. I couldn’t believe they thought I had something to do with Albert Jackson’s death. I soon learned that the Yreka PD wasn’t as smart as I thought they were. They didn’t see the same things I had during their investigation. Finding my fingerprints in the house wasn’t a surprise. But finding them in almost every room was, especially since I wasn’t in the house until this morning and was only in the room where we found Albert. I was being set up, and I found it hard to convince him that I was telling