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
As he drove for miles, Eddie felt like he had taken a dozen punches from a heavyweight boxer. He had no idea where he was going, the thought hadn’t entered his head. Spotting a pub, Eddie swung into the car park. He had to catch Frankie red-handed before he could do anything about it, but there was no point in him following her. She was too cute and he couldn’t risk alerting her that he knew.
Making up his mind, Eddie took the business card out of his pocket and punched the number into his phone. ‘Gina, it’s John Smith. I’ve got another job for you, but I need you to do it first thing tomorrow.’
‘I can’t do it tomorrow, Mr Smith. I have another assignment I’m working on, but I can probably do it on Wednesday for you.’
Eddie hated people saying no to him. When he wanted something done, he wanted it immediately. ‘Look, this is urgent. I’ll give you a thousand pound a day for however long it takes. The house you followed the boy from, I need you to follow his sister.’
Unable to resist the money or the handsome Mr Smith, Gina succumbed to his persuasion. ‘OK, I’ll do it.’
THIRTY-EIGHT
Unable now to stand the sight of either of his kids, Eddie rang Jessica to check whether they were at home or not.
‘They’ve gone out and both of them said they won’t be back till late. Why are you asking, Eddie? What’s wrong?’ Jessica could tell by the sound of his voice that something terrible had happened.
As Eddie walked into the house, Jessica noticed the look of despair etched across his face. ‘Get me a drink and pour yourself one, too. Trust me, you’re gonna need it,’ Ed told her.
Jessica poured Eddie a large brandy and herself a white-wine spritzer. She had never been a fan of drinking alcohol while pregnant, but she told herself that one wouldn’t hurt.
Eddie downed his drink in seconds and immediately got up and poured another. He turned to Jessica, his face contorted with pain. ‘I’ve just found out why our daughter has been so secretive about this boyfriend of hers. Talk about fraternising with the enemy. Guess who she’s dating, Jess. Go on, fucking guess.’
Worried, Jessica shrugged. Frankie told her very little and she didn’t have a clue. ‘I don’t know, love, honest I don’t. Who is it?’
Walking towards the fireplace, Eddie picked up Frankie’s latest photograph and smashed it against the wall. ‘Jed O’Hara. Our wonderful fucking daughter has been staying on Jimmy’s land while shagging his pikey cunt of a son. I’m not having it, Jess, I won’t fucking allow it, and tomorrow, when I have the proof in my hands, I will fucking do something about it.’