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
‘I’m sorry. I couldn’t help meself. You make me so horny. Let me drive you home,’ Jed begged her. He liked this girl: she was so different from the others who always spread their legs so easily.
Frankie shook her head. ‘You stay here. I have to go home with Joey. My parents will go mad if we come home separately.’
Searching for the pen he always carried on him, Jed grabbed Frankie’s hand and wrote his number on her arm. ‘Please ring me, Frankie. I’m sorry if I was a bit forward, but it was only because I like you so much. Come out with me on Sunday? I’ll treat you like a princess, I promise.’
Frankie’s emotions were out of control. Meeting Jed had blown her mind, and her sensible side told her he was very wrong for her indeed. ‘I don’t know, Jed. My dad and your dad don’t get on. It ain’t gonna work,’ she told him bluntly.
Jed walked towards her and hugged her in a way she had never been hugged before. ‘Trust me, we’ll make it work. Fuck our dads, who cares what they think? I like you, you like me and nothing else matters. Let’s try and make a go of it, eh? What do you say?’
As Jed grinned, Frankie’s heart pounded. He wasn’t just trying it on – he actually was into her. With the E frazzling her brain, Frankie didn’t know if she was coming or going. How could she be with Jed? He had just tried to shag her without her consent. Desperate to get away from him, she picked up her jacket.
‘Goodbye, Jed. It was nice meeting ya. Take care of yourself.’
TWENTY-NINE
Jessica breathed a sigh of relief as she heard the front door close and the twins creep up the stairs. Joey had rung home last night, as promised, but it still hadn’t lessened her worry. She could never relax when the kids stayed out, and she’d lie awake imagining all sorts. Hearing a strange whining noise, she nudged her husband.
‘Ed, wake up. One of the dogs sounds like it’s crying. Go and make sure it’s OK.’
‘All dogs whine. It’ll be fine, Jess,’Eddie said grumpily. He had been in a deep sleep and wasn’t happy being woken.
‘Ah, listen to the poor little mite. Go and see to ’em, Ed. They might want to go out to do toilets. You brought them home. Go on, up you get.’
Mumbling obscenities to himself, Eddie threw on his trackie bottoms and stomped downstairs.
The twins lay top-to-toe in Joey’s bed. Neither of them were sleepy and they were whispering excitedly about the previous evening. As Frankie gabbled on, Joey sat up and stared at her. ‘You’ve taken something, ain’t you? Your pupils look massive and you’re talking all weird.’