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 refilled his glass and studied the guns that he and Raymond had dug up earlier. He had no idea where his father had got the machine gun from. He held it in his hand and smiled. It felt good, it felt right and, providing everything went to plan, it would spell the end of Jed O’Hara, once and for all.
FORTY-ONE
Opening her eyes, Frankie nudged Jed. They were snuggled up together in a sleeping bag, but the bed they were lying on smelt musty and damp. ‘Jed, I need to get up. Move over, will you? The smell of this bed’s making me feel sick.’
Jed unzipped the bag so Frankie could climb over him. Unbeknown to her, the trailer they were staying in used to be his little shagging den. When his mum and dad split up, Jed had kept in close contact with his old man and when he was thirteen, his dad had given him the key to this place.
‘It’s got everything you need in there, boy. Anytime you wanna pull yourself a little gorjer bird, take her back there,’ he told him.
Within a month of being given the key, Jed was making regular use of the trailer. He had been knocking about with his cousin, Sammy Boy, at the time and, between them, they must have brought a thousand birds back. Jed smiled. He and Sammy boy had had some good times here. None of the birds had meant anything to them, it was all just a bit of fun. Jed had changed since he’d met Frankie. He had never been in love before, but Frankie had cast her magic spell over him. He was content now and other girls didn’t interest him in the slightest.
‘Jed, what’s in this little box room that’s locked? Have you got the key? Can I have a look in it?’
About to say yes, Jed remembered what was in there. ‘Shit. I’ve gotta get rid of that stuff,’ he mumbled. ‘It’s a load of old rubbish in there, Frankie. It’s me dad’s stuff, he don’t like anyone going in there,’ Jed lied. Frankie would have a fit if she knew what was really in there. If she ever saw those photographs, that would be the end of their relationship. Cursing himself for being so slapdash, Jed made a mental note to burn the photos as quickly as possible. He had only kept them as souvenirs and should have got rid of them yonks ago.
He got out of bed and slung on his clothes. Frankie smiled as Jed put his masculine arms around her. ‘What we gonna do today? Can we get something to eat? I’m starving,’ she asked.