My mothers side of the family had always been…interesting.
Dad's side where a wealthy law firm and had always stayed the right side of Middle Class.
I've only ever met Mum's dad, Kamal Hadley once. We got along well, and he told me stories of when Mum was really young. I listened intently, waiting for the punchline.
Mum said Kamal had never been there, just like her Mum.
Being a politicians grandson meant nothing at my school. Being rich however, got me somewhere…
Mum says Aunt Persephone is beautiful, like my cousin, Rose. Dad usually scoffs whenever she mentions her side of the family. Its probably because he doesn't like the idea of anyone in his family having anything to do with the L.M, especially not Callum "bastard" McGregor.
I know a hell of a lot about him. I've searched archives and asked around. Dad's not wrong. Callum was a lot of things; a terrorist, a murderer, a complete asshole. A rapist.
Rose was an accident. No, worse than that. The result of a horrific night with a blanker.
Dad says Persephone is a stupid bitch for not having Rose aborted. But only when Mum isn't around.
I wish I could meet Rose. God, I bet she's older now. Well, no shit…I just can't imagine her.
Dad made Mum get rid of all the pictures of her and my aunt, to rid the house of "bad blood". Mum was mad as hell about it, but said nothing. You don't argue with my Dad.
Thinking about my mums side of the family is how I found myself going into Dad's study.
He was out at a business meeting until 3pm, so I had plenty of time to look for anything interesting.
The study reflects Dad completely. Wooden panelling, leather armchairs, tall windows looking out onto our large garden.
In the far corner is a tall, wooden filing cabinet.
The bottom drawer is the important one. Whenever something bad happens, Dad talks about it being "of bottom drawer importance". Pulling on the handle, I find that the drawer is locked. Of course it is. Dad's not a fool.
The cabinet is ancient though, and with the right amount of strength and determination, it can be opened. It works with the other drawers. I know that because I had to look up one of Dad's cases. Why the hell was his company representing a blanker? It was a mistake of course. Merely a typo. His company was representing a banker. Dad sacked his receptionist for that.
The drawer opened with a satisfying clunk.
The only folder in the drawer was a dirty cream colour, with Dad's scrawly writing at the top.
Liberation Militia – Assasination.
What the hell?