Page 1 of Property of Lucian

Prologue

IMOGEN

My eyes flicked up, locking with his. I wanted to run, but as soon as that feeling crept into my heart, so did courage—which in the end, out-weighed the fear. I walked towards him, feeling like a lioness. Hoping I wasn’t being foolish by going to him.

I saw the confusion in his eyes, along with a mixture of greed as if he wanted me but at the same time, I was the last thing he needed in his life. A smirk spread across my lips because in that moment, I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him.

Just as I was about to whisper in his ear that I wanted to spend the night in his bed, the spell was broken by his sister’s glare.

I went to retreat, but his hand locked around my wrist. “Scared, Imogen?”

I bit my nerves. His sister terrified me. God, Haylee would scare any sane person away. Her hair was as black as her soul.

Her eyebrows were shaped perfectly above the most furious piercing green eyes. She had a thin build but filled the proportions of a desired woman perfectly. Wasn’t going to lie and say every woman in here wasn’t jealous of her body.

While Haylee scared the shit out of me, her brother Harley stirred every emotion and longing in my body a man could possibly stir. Harley was as deadly as his sister—and together they made the perfect pair. Seek and Destroy, they were rumoured to be on the streets.

Seek being Haylee’s speciality, and Harley’s being Destroy. While they put fear in the clique, they also put fear in me. I was stupid for standing here, thinking I could escape Haylee and get the dose of Harley that I needed.

“Scared, princess?” he murmured in my ear. A cute smirk on his face as if he had found my weakness.

“Let’s just say your sister and I aren’t on speaking terms.”

“Didn’t think as much.” He threw back his shot, and then took a noticeable step towards me. “Why don’t we get out of here?”

My breathing sharpened, a dose of Harley was just what I needed. But then her signature perfume hit me.

“Harley, we need to talk.” Her words were tight, yet smooth, alluring to any male’s ear, including her brother’s. His attention went right off me and on to his sister with concern painted in his eyes.

“What’s wrong, Haylee?”

“Our friends just walked in.” She gestured her head behind us. I glanced over my shoulder seeing bikers.

Panic was quick to grip me, and it was an automatic response to step into Harley. One Haylee scoffed at.

“Such a princess.” He smiled down at me, giving me a wink.

“Harley, pay attention,” Haylee snapped. “They are looking for us.”

“I’ll handle it.” Harley placed his shot glass down, but I couldn’t say anything as my eyes told him something was wrong before I could speak.

It may have been the sudden fear that appeared in my eyes or the fact that he had heard the safety of a gun switch off, which was pressing firmly into the back of his head.

Haylee had her gun raised within a blink of an eye. But she was out-numbered. Harley rose his arms, and I knew he was going to make a move and take the weapon. If I knew that, then they knew that. Which was why the man—who looked to be the leader of the bikers—had a gun now pressed firmly into my head.

“Even think about something smart, and we will blow her head off as well,” a darkened twisted sick fuck said behind me. “Ya got cash for us, Seek?”

I knew he was speaking to Haylee, but I couldn’t look back.

“No.” Her one word sent the gang of bikers into hushed angry voices.

And then I thought it was over.

“But I have myself.” Haylee locked eyes with her brother, who was telling her to stay silent. She flicked her beautiful long eye lashes at the biker behind me.

“What do you say to an upgrade from cash to me?” Her words were pure seductive chocolate to the ears.

“I’ll die before that happens,” Harley barked, and then a firm clip to his head from the pointed gun sent him to the floor. Haylee was quick to drop to the dirty, old, wooden pub floor and whispered something in his ear.

Pulling back, for the first time ever, I saw fear in Haylee’s eyes as she looked at me. She didn’t say a word, and there wasn’t need for her to—I knew she wanted me to care for her brother. I nodded my head when she walked at her own pace out of the bar, followed in the wake of the bikers.

And that made me the last one to see Haylee.

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