Billy Thomas was being severely reprimanded by Michael Flynn, as he should be, the filthy piece of shit. He had more than earned this fucking hammering. He was a nonce, a fucking beast. The girl was only a kid for all her tits and make-up. It was a disgrace – what man in his right mind wanted a young girl? A child? Michael Flynn was really giving him the large. It occurred to Terence Brown that Billy Thomas was not going to leave this room alive. But that was his look-out – he had asked for it, and he was getting it.

Jessie could see everything that was happening around her and, as the reality of her situation sank in, she stopped trying to fight her way out, stopped trying to scream. Instead she closed her eyes tightly, and waited for it to be over.

Terence grabbed the nearest thing to him with his free hand, trying to cover the girl’s nakedness with Billy Thomas’s new shirt.

Michael Flynn was still beating the man with his fists and his feet, using all his considerable strength, but Terence knew the man was already dead. No one on earth could have survived that kind of a beating – it was impossible. The girl was quiet now, and Terence guessed that it had finally occurred to her that this was her fault – she was the instigator of everything that had happened. It was outrageous.

Michael Flynn continued kicking Billy Thomas long after the man had died. When his anger finally subsided, the man was no more than a bloody piece of meat, unrecognisable as a human being.

Michael Flynn looked at his only daughter for long moments before bowing his head in shame. ‘You did all this, remember that, Jessie. You caused this.’

Jessie Flynn stood up then and, dressing herself quickly, she said harshly, ‘Oh no, you did this. It’s what you do, Dad. Remember?’

Chapter Ninety-One

Chapter Ninety-One

Josephine Flynn was absolutely devastated. Everything that she had been told about her daughter had hurt her like a physical blow.

‘Oh, Jessie, what possessed you? For fuck’s sake, have you no shame? Have you no fucking decency?’

Jessie laughed nastily. ‘Oh, have a day off, will you, Mum? Acting all fucking shocked. I might have fucked a few blokes but, in the grand scheme of things, that’s nothing really, is it? I never killed anyone, did I? I’ve never murdered anyone.’

Josephine stared at her lovely daughter; she saw the beauty she had inherited from herself, and she saw the coldness she had inherited from her father. Her Jessie was every bit as vicious as the man she seemed to hate so much.