A Murderous Crow (Iron Wraiths MC #4)

Prologue

Corvus…

I dropped the paperwork onto my desk and sank into my seat behind it, feeling mixed emotions.

Savvy Savannah Davenport was hot – sure, but just about everything about the bitch annoyed me. Not least of which was that she was doing better than I was when it came to the real estate game here in Savannah, Georgia.

She was tall, and elegant, and a royal pain in my ass.

Just about every time our agencies clashed, I was the one to deal with her – partially because she was easy on the eyes, and partially because I loved riling her up.

She was a rich bitch, just like every other disposable darling that’d come in and out of my life. There was no substance there. No passion. Just a competition and a certain amount of ruthlessness.

I could appreciate the last, especially in a pretty package.

I stared at her smiling face in the full-page ad lying on the corner of my desk, about to fall off it and into the trash, and tsked to myself.

She was old man Beauregard Calhoun’s cash cow, and she had come out of nowhere from some elite place with a fake-as-hell steel magnolia personality and exaggerated southern drawl with her kitschy-as-fuck tagline – Savvy Savannah.

From the moment she’d introduced herself, all saccharine sweet, holding out her hand with its gold watch and its tiny, barely readable face.

Her nails were manicured to perfection and painted with a classic French tip, but with a thin gold line between the white and the natural color of her nail bed. I had instantly disliked her.

My dislike had turned me cold, and her competitive when it came to the real-estate race.

She seemed determined to show me up every chance she got, and that had just made me dislike her even more – but at least she was good for two things – looking good, and being a good sport.

She tended to turn the usual game of checkers that was real estate in this town into a game of chess, and I could appreciate the challenge.

So, she did have her uses. I’d give her that.