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
Joey and Frankie stood near the bar. The gay club was an eye-opener for both of them and they were overwhelmed by the atmosphere. The Dionne story had been a cover-up and their friend, Paige, had done a wonderful job pretending to be Dionne’s sister.
‘He’s nice. Look, the tall one with the blond hair who’s looking over.’
Joey shook his head. ‘Nah, he ain’t my type.’
Frankie smiled. She had promised Joey months ago that she would come to a gay club with him and this was their first visit. She could sense her brother’s excitement; he was like a kid in a sweet shop, bless him.
‘Talk to me Joey, quick. I’ve got some meaty lesbian making eyes at me.’
Joey slung his arm around Frankie’s shoulder and ordered another drink. ‘Maybe you’re really into a bit of pussy. I mean, you don’t seem to get very far with boys, do you, Frankie?’ he said, winding her up.
Frankie glared at him. ‘Fuck you, I’m not into women. I’m just fussy. I mean, look at the boys around our way, the ones that have asked me out. Would you fancy them?’
Joey shook his head. He had finished with David a while back and, apart from him, there’d been no one else local to catch his eye. In a way, he could understand Frankie’s dilemma. ‘What type of bloke do you actually want?’ he asked his sister.
Frankie shrugged. ‘We’ve been brought up with a certain lifestyle, Joey, so I’m hardly liable to date some mug. I want a bloke that’s gonna make me laugh, treat me like a princess, like Dad always has. To be honest, I suppose I’m looking for someone who is a bit like Dad. You’ve always been closer to Mum, but I ain’t.’
Joey laughed. ‘So you’re looking for a scar-faced, top-class villain. That should be easy – why don’t I just place an ad in the local paper for you?’
As usual, Frankie appreciated her brother’s wit. The pair of them had realised at an early age what sort of family they were part of, and often had a joke about it.
‘Joey, you’ve pulled again and this one is nice. He’s that gorgeous, if it turns out he ain’t a woofta, then I’ll have him. Look, standing over there, to your left.’
Looking around, Joey spotted the bloke who was staring his way. The guy was older than him, probably well into his twenties. ‘Wow,’ Joey mumbled, as he felt his stomach lurch.