Chapters (48)
- Cover
- THEFEUD
- Dedication
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
- PROLOGUE
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- THIRTY-NINE
- FORTY
- FORTY-ONE
- FORTY-TWO
- FORTY-THREE
Wondering what she had done so wrong, Joyce nervously handed it to him. Eddie stared at it. ‘To Eddie and family. Our thoughts are with you at this sad time. Jimmy O’Hara and family.’
Eddie was livid. He left Joyce standing with her mouth open and stomped over to his brothers. ‘The cheeky pikey cunt, he’s taking the fucking piss out of us,’ he yelled.
Raymond ran over and tried to calm him down. ‘Don’t say nothing here, Ed. If Jimmy’s done it to wind you up, you don’t want him to think he’s succeeded. There’s too many eyes and ears around. Just forget about it for now and we’ll discuss it tomorrow.’
Eddie brushed Raymond’s arm away. ‘Let’s get away from here. Tell the undertakers we’re ready. I need a fucking drink.’
As Jessica ran over to see what their father was upset about, the twins nudged one another. ‘I think our family is really weird, don’t you?’ Joey whispered.
Frankie burst out laughing. ‘I wouldn’t say they’re weird, but they’re definitely not normal.’
Joey smiled as he saw Auntie Joan, Auntie Vi and another lady heading their way.
‘Look at yous two. Ain’t you all grown up, and such handsome kids. Look Sylvie, these are Harry’s grandchildren. This is Frankie, who’s a ringer for her father, and doesn’t Joey look like his mother?’ Vi said.
Sylvie shook hands with the twins. ‘We have met before, but it was years ago and I’d never have recognised you now.’
Frankie and Joey both kissed her politely.
‘Kids, come on, we’re going!’ Eddie yelled.
‘Goodbye Sylvie, bye Auntie Joan, bye Auntie Vi. Are you all coming back to the pub?’ Joey asked.
‘No, lovey. It’s been a long day. Me, Vi and Sylvie are gonna toast your grandad indoors. We’re going back to mine for a drink,’ Joan told him.
Joey linked arms with his sister and led her back to where the cars were parked.
‘Dad didn’t look too happy, did he?’
Frankie giggled. ‘I shouldn’t fucking think so. He has just buried his father who happened to be brutually murdered in his own bed.’
‘I didn’t mean that – you know what I meant,’ Joey said, annoyed.
Frankie laughed. ‘Come on, I’ll race you. Last one back buys the fags later.’