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PROLOGUE 1
APRIL 2003
DRACO
It had been hectic since we’d arrived back in the UK. It’s beengo, go, go. Today I’m accompanying Aunt Kate to the Jensen farm, Raven Roost. This is the farm that’s for sale next door to Crow Manor. We were here to discuss purchasing the property from them. If we could secure the sale, it would be a real bonus for us. Not just with the amount of land it came with it, but also from a security perspective.
I was hesitant about the five acres being kept by the granddaughter. I remember the old man but don’t recall ever having met his granddaughter, which meant she was quite a bit younger than us, or we’d have met her in school.
We turned into the farmyard, and I could see straight away it was kept in good order. There was a massive barn that was more than likely where they housed livestock and farming equipment; it was a fair distance away from the house. With a well-used dirt road leading up to it.
To the left was the farmhouse and another barn-like structure with a solid security fence around it about three hundred metres away from the main farmhouse and tucked close to a copse of trees. The small yard surrounding it was tarred, making me wonder what was kept in there. As it was so close to the house, I assumed this wasn’t part of the sale. Pity! It would have been handy to have another storage space.
Stopping the car in front of a lovely traditional stone farmhouse, I got out and went around to help my aunt down.
“Thanks, love,” Aunt Kate said, patting my arm as we walked towards the door that opened as we were walking up the path.
My breath stuttered in my chest at my first glance at the beauty standing in the doorway and then sank to my boots when I realised how young she was. She couldn’t have been more than eighteen, and she was tiny. Probably about five feet tall with long blonde hair in two plaits hanging down the front of her dungarees, she had a bright pink bandana tied around her head.
Her face lit into a big smile as she greeted my aunt before turning her attention to me, “Hi, Kate, thanks for coming.”
As we got closer, I could see the colour of her eyes was a dark chocolate brown, so unusual with how blonde her hair was. Aunt Kate reached out and pulled her into a hug, “Hello, Molly love, how are you?”
Molly? This was Molly, old man Jensen’s granddaughter. I wanted to groan out loud. I was a sick, sick man, perving over my neighbour’s granddaughter, one who, if this sale went through, I was going to be seeing on a regular basis.
I tuned back to the conversation when my aunt touched my arm to introduce me, “Molly, this is my nephew Liam Davies, better known by his MC name Draco.”
Molly smiled at me and held out her hand, “Hi, Draco, good to meet you.”
I took her hand and gave it a little squeeze but didn’t say anything. I was still in shock that the first woman to catch my interest for what has to have been nearly two years was way too young. I needed to pull myself together, get this meeting over, and get out of here.
The meeting started off well, and terms were agreed only after Molly hammered them out. I had to take my hat off to her; she was making sure we had all the t’s crossed and all the i’s dotted. Eventually, both Molly and her grandfather were happy with the outcome and just over eight hundred thousand pounds better off. Then I had to go and open my stupid mouth, and this was the start of our small war.
“So, Molly, what are you going to do with all the money? I hope you invest it wisely.” I wanted to call the words back as soon as I said them. Fuck, I sounded like some Victorian uncle. The look on my aunt's face was hilarious as she looked at me in horror. Old man Jensen was trying not to laugh. His face was red as he tried to hold his mirth in. I was worried the old man was going to expire on the spot if he didn’t take a breath.
As for Molly, her brown eyes were snapping with fire as she glared at me. She stood up from her chair, resting her hands on the table. She braced herself as she leant forward towards me and said in a vapid voice while batting her eyes at me, “Why, Draco, since I don’t have a big strong man like you handling my finances, I think the first thing I’m going to do is head out and buy myself a brand-new car, something sporty at least worth a hundred thousand. Then I’m going to book a holiday and I’m going to make sure to take all my girlfriends.And maybe while I’m on that holiday, I’m going to make bad choices.” Molly stood back up, folded an arm around her waist and tapped her finger on the tip of chin as if in thought before continuing, “After that, mmmh, let me see? I may go and spend the day at the races. What do you think?” she spat furiously at me.
I should have just kept my trap shut, but I had to go and open my mouth again and just made things worse.
“Look Molly, I didn’t mean it like that, it's just you can’t be more than eighteen, and that’s a lot of money. I was only going to suggest you speak to Avy, Noni, or Bella.”
“Oh, Draco,” Aunt Kate was shaking her head in disgust at me.
“Bella, your sixteen-year-old sister? You think Bella has more sense than me?”
I cringed slightly and started back pedalling as fast as I could, but whatever I said, I knew I was going to sound like a right twat.
“No, that’s not what I meant. She has Avy and Noni to help and guide her. I just wanted to make sure you had the same.”
Molly nodded her head at me as if she understood, and I relaxed slightly, thinking that she understood that what I was saying was making sense.
That was until Molly reached to the side of her where she stood to where a block of carving knives was sitting, and I watched with interest. It was like my brain was only seeing what she was doing in slow motion. I just sat there as she picked a knife out of the block and stabbed it with force into the table near where my left hand was sitting. “Get out of my house,” Molly growled at me, her eyes spitting fire, and I knew if looks could kill, I’d have been stone-cold dead.
I held up my hands in surrender. “Now Molly…” I started to say. Only to see her pick up another knife as I got up from my chair and slowly backed away from the crazy woman with the knives. Knives that she knew how to use by the way she was holding them.
“You don’t listen so well, do you, Draco? I SAID get out of my house,” Molly growled again, balancing the knife in her hand as she watched my retreat. I was a sick fucker because I was hard as a rock. This woman right here was my type of woman. Feisty, a little mean and definitely deadly. Pity about her age.
My eyes widened slightly as she advanced on me from around the table and I winced as I felt something nick my ear and heard a thunk of a knife hitting a doorjamb.
