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 looked at him in bewilderment. Surely Ronny and Paulie hadn’t joined forces with the O’Haras. If they had, it would be the worst mistake they had ever made. He would be straight up the Flag and would kill the pair of them with his bare hands. ‘Whaddya talking about?’ Eddie asked.
‘Don’t you know?’ Jimmy asked, chuckling.
Eddie was getting annoyed now. He hated being in the dark about anything, least of all with Jimmy O’Hara. With his expression getting darker by the second, Eddie felt his bottom lip curl up. ‘Know fucking what?’
Jimmy was loving every minute of it. Mitchell was already losing his rag and he didn’t even know the full story yet, the mug.
Jimmy smiled. ‘Your Frankie and my Jed. Well loved-up, they are. Your daughter’s always staying on my land in his trailer. Probably at it like rabbits as we speak – you know what these kids are like.’
Unable to stop himself, Eddie leaped up and grabbed O’Hara by the throat. ‘Don’t lie. This ain’t fucking funny, Jimmy. Whatever problems we’ve had in the past, it’s nothing to do with my daughter.’
Michael Murphy walked over. ‘Are you OK, Jimmy? What’s the problem?’
Jimmy knocked Eddie’s hand away and poured two glasses of champagne. He hated the stuff, but had bought it out of devilment. Sipping the shit, Jimmy smiled. ‘On my Alice’s life, I’m not joking. My Jed and your Frankie are inseparable. They was even out five o’clock the other morning riding up and down on the horse and cart. Let’s not argue, Eddie. I mean they’ll probably end up getting married, so we have to try to get along for their sake!’
Eddie picked up his glass of champagne and threw the contents into Jimmy O’Hara’s unsightly face. ‘Over my dead fucking body,’ he spat, as he stormed out of the pub.
Approaching his Land Cruiser, Eddie took his frustrations out on the driver’s-side door. ‘I’ll kill the little pikey cunt, I’ll fucking kill him,’ Ed yelled as he repeatedly kicked the metal as hard as he could.
Aware of Jimmy watching him out of the window, Eddie jumped in his motor and zoomed off.
Eddie was absolutely livid. O’Hara had almost creamed himself while telling him the story. Loved it, the arsehole had, and Eddie sensed that it was probably true. It all made sense. The secrecy, the lies and an invisible boyfriend with a fucking pseudonym.