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
Eddie smiled at his wife’s bemused expression. She was so naive and he fucking loved her for it. ‘I had to help the mechanic fix the bastard motor. The boy that normally works with him phoned in sick. Covered in oil, I was. Raymondo popped down to keep me company, so I went back to his to get changed. You know how I hate being dirty.’
Jessica smiled. ‘You’ll never guess what. The kids are taking us out for a meal tonight and they’re paying for it.’
Eddie laughed. ‘Well, that’s a first. Are they fucking ill? Or are they hiding a terrible secret?’
A couple of hours later, Eddie was sitting in a restaurant with his wife and kids. ‘Ain’t this nice? Me, you and the twins,’ he said, squeezing his wife’s hand.
Jessica smiled. ‘It’s lovely.’
The waiter approached the table. ‘Are we all ready to order?’ he asked.
Ever the gentleman, Eddie urged Jessica and the kids to order first.
‘And you, sir?’ the waiter asked.
Usually, Eddie liked his steak medium rare. Thinking of the state he had made of Trottsy’s face earlier, he smiled. ‘I’ll have a T-bone. I want it cooked rare, and bring us over a bottle of your finest champagne, please.’
Jessica and the kids all turned their noses up as Eddie’s steak arrived.
‘That looks like a live animal, Dad,’Frankie complained.
‘Your plate’s smothered in blood,’ Joey moaned.
‘You don’t normally have your steak like that, dear,’ Jessica commented.
Eddie savoured the taste as the steak mixed with blood slipped down his throat. Now he knew just how that Rottweiler had felt earlier.
TWENTY-SEVEN
On the morning of the twins’ sixteenth birthday, Eddie was up at the crack of dawn.
‘Where you going? You promised you weren’t working today,’ Jessica said sleepily.
‘I’m not. I’ve gotta go out and pick up a surprise for the twins,’ Eddie replied.
Jessica sat up with a bolt. ‘But they wanted money and I’ve already got them a load of surprises to open.’
Eddie put on his tracksuit. ‘I won’t be long, probably about an hour or so. I’ll have a shower and shave when I get back. What time are your parents coming?’
Jessica was bemused. ‘They’re not coming till tomorrow, about one. What have you got to pick up for the kids?’
Eddie laughed. ‘That’s for me to know and you to find out.’
Jessica was annoyed as he ran down the stairs and slammed the front door. She hated being kept in the dark and she hoped he wasn’t bringing home something impractical. He had a devious glint in his eye and that was never a good sign with Eddie.