She cooked him eggs and bacon and, as she placed the plate in front of him, he smiled at her and she knew that whatever happened she would be hard pressed to be without him already.

Chapter Ninety

Jamie Brewer was what was known as a fucker. He loved the epithet, and he lived up to it at every available opportunity. He was miffed, seriously miffed, that the cab ranks that were the property of Sharon Scott were not his to take. Oh, he appreciated that her old man had been a Face and that she had Jack Johnson and that arrogant cunt of a man, Reggie Dornan, on her side. But, as far as he was concerned, he needed those ranks to add to his growing empire.

Jamie was not that tall but he was broad and he had laughing, brown eyes and blond hair, the combination of which made women give him a second look. Jamie loved women; he had even considered fucking Sharon to get what he wanted. It appealed to him to fuck the widow of Lenny Scott, but one meeting with her had assured him she would not be swayed to his way of thinking. If he was honest, that had annoyed him too – women were usually inclined to fall at his feet. He was determined to get what he wanted, no matter what it took. If that meant frightening her, then that was what he would do. Jamie was a natural-born bully. He liked to intimidate and he enjoyed other people’s discomfort. He relished their fear. He felt that anyone who had what he wanted should remember that he would move heaven and fucking earth to take it from them. It was what he had always done and he saw no reason to change his ways now. Jack Johnson was a fucking dinosaur and that cunt Reggie Dornan needed a fucking slap. Who did they think they were?

He would put himself out now to prove his point. Sharon Scott was a fucking female who wanted to live in a man’s world. That meant she would have to be treated like a man. See how she liked that. As the old saying went, how could you trust anything that bled once a month and didn’t die?

He was smiling as he made his plans. He would put the fuck on them all. This would be his Waterloo; he would make his point and he would do it with aplomb. He was a man who knew what he wanted and he was willing to take it, no matter what the consequences.

Chapter Ninety-One