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
The lad laughed. ‘Hark at you – proper! I bet you’re a right little handful, ain’t ya?’
Frankie swallowed her drink and then necked her brother’s double. Suddenly full of Dutch courage, she gave it back to the lad. ‘Who do you think you are, you cheeky bastard? Actually, you do look familiar, like something out of a horror movie,’ she said giggling.
‘You all right?’ Joey said reappearing.
Frankie handed him the drinks. ‘Sorry, I forgot to get your one. Where are Dominic and the girls?’
‘We’re over by the dancefloor. I’ve still got a drink, so don’t worry about mine. Are you sure you’re OK?’ Joey asked, looking at the boy standing next to her.
Frankie nodded. ‘I’m fine. I’ll be over in a minute.’
The lad smiled as Joey walked away.
‘That ain’t your boyfriend, so who is it? Your brother?’
Frankie nodded. ‘How did you know he weren’t my boyfriend?’
The boy smirked. ‘Too normal. You go for tough boys, a bit like meself!’
Frankie grinned at his cheekiness. ‘You’re so full of yourself. Has anyone ever told you that?’
The lad chuckled. ‘Every day, sugar pie. I swear I know you from somewhere. What’s your name?’
‘Me name’s Frankie. What’s yours?’
The lad shook her hand. ‘Extremely pleased to meet you, Frankie. I’m Jed. Jed O’Hara.’
TWENTY-EIGHT
As the recognition hit her, Frankie nearly dropped her glass in shock. ‘I think we have met before, at a party when we were young,’ she mumbled.
‘What party? Where?’ Jed asked her.
‘I’m Frankie Mitchell. Eddie Mitchell’s daughter. I can’t remember where the party was, but I think your dad and my dad made you and my brother fight with one another in a boxing ring. I can’t remember exactly what happened, but I think you beat my brother, ’cause my mum was hysterical.’
Jed laughed. ‘I know your face, but I don’t remember the fight. My father made me spar with so many kids over the years, I sort of lost count.’
With her heart pounding, Frankie gratefully accepted Jed’s offer of another drink. ‘Let me take these drinks back to me mates – they’ll think I’ve gone missing,’ she said.
‘You go and tell your brother that you’re OK, and we’ll meet back here in five minutes. I’ll buy you another drink then. The music’s proper loud, ain’t it? We can go outside and talk,’ Jed said, grinning at her.
‘Who’s that boy? How do you know him?’ Joey asked, as Frankie appeared by his side.
‘We’ve met before,’ Frankie replied casually.
This was neither the time nor the place to mention the name Jed O’Hara. Joey was a drama queen at the best of times. ‘Where are the girls?’ Frankie asked Joey.