Chapters (155)
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- About the Author
- Praise for Martina Cole
- Also by Martina Cole
- About REVENGE
- Dedication
- Prologue
- Book One
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Book Two
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Chapter Forty-Five
- Chapter Forty-Six
- Chapter Forty-Seven
- Chapter Forty-Eight
- Chapter Forty-Nine
- Chapter Fifty
- Chapter Fifty-One
- Chapter Fifty-Two
- Chapter Fifty-Three
- Chapter Fifty-Four
- Chapter Fifty-Five
- Chapter Fifty-Six
- Chapter Fifty-Seven
- Chapter Fifty-Eight
- Chapter Fifty-Nine
- Chapter Sixty
- Chapter Sixty-One
- Chapter Sixty-Two
- Chapter Sixty-Three
- Chapter Sixty-Four
- Chapter Sixty-Five
- Chapter Sixty-Six
- Chapter Sixty-Seven
- Book Three
- Chapter Sixty-Eight
- Chapter Sixty-Nine
- Chapter Seventy
- Chapter Seventy-One
- Chapter Seventy-Two
- Chapter Seventy-Three
- Chapter Seventy-Four
- Chapter Seventy-Five
- Chapter Seventy-Six
- Chapter Seventy-Seven
- Chapter Seventy-Eight
- Chapter Seventy-Nine
- Chapter Eighty
- Chapter Eighty-One
- Chapter Eighty-Two
- Chapter Eighty-Three
- Chapter Eighty-Four
- Chapter Eighty-Five
- Chapter Eighty-Six
- Chapter Eighty-Seven
- Chapter Eighty-Eight
- Chapter Eighty-Nine
- Chapter Ninety
- Chapter Ninety-One
- Book Four
- Chapter Ninety-Two
- Chapter Ninety-Three
- Chapter Ninety-Four
- Chapter Ninety-Five
- Chapter Ninety-Six
- Chapter Ninety-Seven
- Chapter Ninety-Eight
- Chapter Ninety-Nine
- Chapter One Hundred
- Chapter One Hundred and One
- Chapter One Hundred and Two
- Chapter One Hundred and Three
- Chapter One Hundred and Four
- Chapter One Hundred and Five
- Chapter One Hundred and Six
- Chapter One Hundred and Seven
- Chapter One Hundred and Eight
- Chapter One Hundred and Nine
- Chapter One Hundred and Ten
- Chapter One Hundred and Eleven
- Chapter One Hundred and Twelve
- Chapter One Hundred and Thirteen
- Chapter One Hundred and Fourteen
- Chapter One Hundred and Fifteen
- Chapter One Hundred and Sixteen
- Chapter One Hundred and Seventeen
- Chapter One Hundred and Eighteen
- Chapter One Hundred and Nineteen
- Chapter One Hundred and Twenty
- Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-One
- Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Two
- Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Three
- Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Four
- Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Five
- Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Six
- Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Seven
- Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Eight
- Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Nine
- Chapter One Hundred and Thirty
- Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-One
- Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Two
- Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Three
- Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Four
- Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Five
- Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Six
- Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Seven
- Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Eight
- Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Nine
- Chapter One Hundred and Forty
- Epilogue
- Chapter One Hundred and Forty-One
- Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Two
Tonight he was taking her to a housewarming party at Patrick Costello’s. Patrick was Michael’s new boss and Josephine knew how important it was for her to be accepted by the Costellos too. She loved Michael so much – she was determined to make him proud of her.
Chapter Three
Chapter Three
Declan Costello was already feeling drunk, and he was aware that his brother Patrick would not like it. He had been drinking since the early afternoon, even though he had known that he should have arrived at the party sober as a judge. But with the information he had learnt today weighing heavily on him, it was no wonder he felt the need to seek oblivion.
He could see Patrick’s wife Carmel frowning at him with her usual disgust, so he studiously ignored her. She was a royal pain in the arse, forever acting like she was something special. If she wasn’t married to his brother she would be in a council flat two minutes’ walk from her mother’s, like most of her mates. He had never understood what his brother saw in her. She was such a fucking snob and she had no real personality. Declan wasn’t exactly Mr Charisma, but at least he worked for a living. Carmel had nothing going for her except a pretty face and a large pair of knockers, end of.
Feeling her eyes on him, he decided to escape the party and made his way to Patrick’s office in search of his brother and another drink.
Opening the door, he was surprised to find Michael Flynn alone inside.
‘All right, Declan? Have you seen Patrick yet? He said he wanted a quick word. What a lovely drum, eh? I don’t think I’ve ever been in a place like this before in my life. It’s like something from a film.’
Declan grinned amiably. He liked young Michael Flynn. He was a good kid and talented at his job. Anyone who could put up with that ponce Jimmy Moore without trying to bail out had to have something going for them. Michael was the only person so far who had worked for Jimmy and not requested a move. Declan wouldn’t fancy Jimmy’s chances if it ever came to a straightener between the two, but he admired the lad for not rising to the bait. He knew his place, and that Jimmy wasn’t worth any aggravation.
His brother had great plans for this young man, and he was pleased about that. Patrick had a knack of finding people who were not only astute and willing to work, but were also willing to take the flak if the need should ever arise. His older brother had no intention of ever being banged up again.