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, Patrick had to entertain everyone in his world, and make sure that they enjoyed themselves. It was part and parcel of being the main man; every person he had invited into his home was not only grateful to be a part of his celebration, but the invitation conveyed the message that they were doing a good job. Patrick had always understood the need to make everyone on his payroll feel that they were appreciated. Declan might be who they dealt with on a daily basis, but Patrick made sure that everyone in the firm knew that he was aware of them and what they did. It was important to remind people that they were valued.
He poured himself a large brandy from the bar in the room he’d commandeered as his hideaway. It was the only room in the house that his wife had not been allowed to decorate. It was a man’s room. The walls still had the original wood panelling and the flooring was a dark oak. He liked wood – it was honest, uncomplicated. He had two chairs – one on either side of the original Adam fireplace – both battered looking. They were as old as the hills, but the antique leather had cost a small fortune. The only other piece of furniture was a large bookcase he had picked up at an auction, which doubled as a bar, and there was a set of French doors that led out to the garden. He had no photographs or knick-knacks, nothing of a personal nature, but he liked it like that.
He settled himself into a chair, waiting for Michael and Declan to arrive; they needed to talk before the party got into full swing.
Declan arrived first; he was dressed to impress, and Patrick could not help laughing at him. He was wearing a bespoke suit, dark-blue with a pale silver pinstripe, a deep blue shirt, and hand-made shoes. For the first time ever, Declan actually looked smart.
‘Look at you!’
Declan grinned, but he was clearly embarrassed. ‘I know! I went to see the bloke that Michael uses. He is a fucking magician I’m telling you, bruv.’ His big head was bright red, even his ears were flushed. Patrick felt a rush of affection for his brother. He was pleased to see him looking so good.
‘I can see that. I have never seen you look so smart! Fuck me, I never thought I would see the day!’