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Back The Jump
Chapters (52)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Acknowledgements
  5. BOOK ONE
  6. Chapter One
  7. Chapter Two
  8. Chapter Three
  9. Chapter Four
  10. Chapter Five
  11. Chapter Six
  12. Chapter Seven
  13. Chapter Eight
  14. Chapter Nine
  15. Chapter Ten
  16. Chapter Eleven
  17. Chapter Twelve
  18. Chapter Thirteen
  19. Chapter Fourteen
  20. Chapter Fifteen
  21. Chapter Sixteen
  22. Chapter Seventeen
  23. Chapter Eighteen
  24. Chapter Nineteen
  25. Chapter Twenty
  26. Chapter Twenty-One
  27. Chapter Twenty-Two
  28. Chapter Twenty-Three
  29. Chapter Twenty-Four
  30. Chapter Twenty-Five
  31. BOOK TWO
  32. Chapter Twenty-Six
  33. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  34. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  35. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  36. Chapter Thirty
  37. Chapter Thirty-One
  38. Chapter Thirty-Two
  39. Chapter Thirty-Three
  40. Chapter Thirty-Four
  41. Chapter Thirty-Five
  42. Chapter Thirty-Six
  43. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  44. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  45. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  46. BOOK THREE
  47. Chapter Forty
  48. Chapter Forty-One
  49. Chapter Forty-Two
  50. Chapter Forty-Three
  51. Chapter Forty-Four
  52. Epilogue

Lights were going on all over the tower block, and all that Junie Dent could do was cry bitter tears, because all she had ever really wanted was gone.

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve

Georgio lay on his bunk thinking about Donna and the events of the day before. He had hardly slept in the night and consequently felt ill. He had not bothered to shave or shower and he could smell himself. The sweat was sickly sweet; he had been weight-training the day before, waiting for Donna’s visit. He had gone out to her full of himself. Pleased to see her. And she had thrown him with her words.

It was like reliving a nightmare every time he thought about what had happened.

If she stopped seeing him now, he would have lost everything. The house was his main concern. He had placed it in her name, she owned it outright. If she divorced him he would have to make a claim on it. But then she could divorce him for desertion, lifers’ wives were given that privilege, and he wouldn’t have the heart to fight for half of everything. After giving it to her, it would look strange if he suddenly wanted it back. Anyway, he wanted it all; the house, the businesses and the money. He had sweated blood for it and he was entitled to it.

The noise around him was lessening. Men had slopped out, were waiting for their breakfast. He could hear Sadie’s voice above the others, laughing and joking as usual. Though what she found to laugh about he couldn’t tell. Georgio abhorred the whole prison setup. He hated being confined, being inside this cement box. Having every door locked behind him; not even having the privilege of turning a light switch on and off. He hated looking over his shoulder all the time, in case Lewis sent out a welcome party either to the showers or the gym. He had heard about a man who had had two immense weights dropped on his chest ‘by accident’. Accidents happened easily in here; he could never allow himself to forget that.