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Chapters (48)
  1. Cover
  2. THEFEUD
  3. Dedication
  4. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  5. PROLOGUE
  6. ONE
  7. TWO
  8. THREE
  9. FOUR
  10. FIVE
  11. SIX
  12. SEVEN
  13. EIGHT
  14. NINE
  15. TEN
  16. ELEVEN
  17. TWELVE
  18. THIRTEEN
  19. FOURTEEN
  20. FIFTEEN
  21. SIXTEEN
  22. SEVENTEEN
  23. EIGHTEEN
  24. NINETEEN
  25. TWENTY
  26. TWENTY-ONE
  27. TWENTY-TWO
  28. TWENTY-THREE
  29. TWENTY-FOUR
  30. TWENTY-FIVE
  31. TWENTY-SIX
  32. TWENTY-SEVEN
  33. TWENTY-EIGHT
  34. TWENTY-NINE
  35. THIRTY
  36. THIRTY-ONE
  37. THIRTY-TWO
  38. THIRTY-THREE
  39. THIRTY-FOUR
  40. THIRTY-FIVE
  41. THIRTY-SIX
  42. THIRTY-SEVEN
  43. THIRTY-EIGHT
  44. THIRTY-NINE
  45. FORTY
  46. FORTY-ONE
  47. FORTY-TWO
  48. FORTY-THREE

Ricky agreed and gave Jessica a squeeze. ‘Gal, ring Dad again, see where he is,’ he ordered his brother.

Not wanting anyone listening in, Gary wandered out into the garden and rang his dad’s number. Unbeknown to Jessica, he had been ringing him for the last hour, but couldn’t get any response. The more he thought about the Buster story, the more he knew his dad had been lying. ‘What the fuck is going on?’ Gary said out loud, as once again he received no answer. Unbeknownst to Gary, Eddie was back in the Optimist. Finishing his fourth pint, Ed untied the dogs’ leads. He was dreading looking in that envelope. He knew by Gina’s voice and face that the contents were bad news, but it was now or never and he had to know the truth.

Lifting the dogs into the back of the Land Cruiser, he sat in the driver’s seat and ripped the envelope open. As Eddie stared at the picture of his son kissing Dominic, he repeatedly smashed his fist against the steering wheel. Taking a deep breath, he looked at the rest. The worst one was the last one. His son, his own flesh and blood, had his hand placed on Dominic’s cobblers.

Aware of a watery taste in his mouth, Eddie opened his door and retched his guts up.

Conscious of a couple looking at him, Eddie started the engine and sped off. He stopped in a lay-by in the middle of nowhere and got out of the motor again. Furious, he banged his head against the passenger door.

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck!’ he screamed.

Distraught, Eddie got back into the motor. Fishing through his pockets, he found Dominic’s address. Islington, the bastard lived, and his name was Dominic King.

Eddie restarted the engine. ‘More like Queen, not fucking King,’ he mumbled.

Heading towards another pub, Eddie took deep breaths. He couldn’t go home yet; he needed to calm himself down first. He musn’t let Jessica, Raymond or anyone clock onto his findings. He had to act normal, it was the only way.

Tomorrow he would pay this Dominic a visit. He would give him King – he would dethrone the cunt.

THIRTY-SIX

Jessica was furious with her husband’s behaviour and, as he made an appearance the following morning, she neither glanced at nor spoke to him. He had eventually come home around midnight. She had been in bed, but had heard the dogs barking and him staggering about downstairs.

She knew he was drunk. It wasn’t often Eddie got like that now, but she could always tell when he was by the amount of noise he made and the length of time it took him to reach the top of the stairs.