Chapters (52)
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- Acknowledgements
- BOOK ONE
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- BOOK TWO
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- BOOK THREE
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Epilogue
Donna was pleased to see the jealous look on his face. ‘I rather like it myself.’
Georgio grinned. ‘So does every old lag in here, by the looks of it! You’re beautiful, Donna. I know I never told you that often enough but I always thought it, Donna, I swear.’
She felt her lips trembling as she looked into his face. He was so handsome, this husband of hers.
‘I’m sorry about the other day,’ he went on. ‘You were right in all you said. But I never wanted you to worry, you’ve got to believe that. I always only wanted you to have the best. I was foolish, I know, getting involved with everything. But I never dreamt it would all go sour, not for a moment.’
Donna smiled sadly. ‘I know about Talkto, Georgio, I know about everything.’
He stared into her face. ‘I never actually had anything to do with Talkto . . .’
Donna cut him off. ‘I know that, Stephen explained it all to me. If, and it’s a big if, I am going to help you, Georgio, you must be honest with me.’
He felt his heart lift at her words.
‘I always knew inside that you were not exactly kosher, as you would put it. Over the years I guessed a lot, even if I never actually put my thoughts into words. You’re my husband, and I love you. I’ve always loved you, Georgio. Even after all this.’ She held out her arms in supplication. ‘I still love you.’
Georgio’s eyes were filled with tears. ‘I’ve always loved you, baby, you know that.’
Donna nodded. ‘This Lewis, how much danger are you in from him?’
Georgio shrugged. ‘A lot. As I told you, he wasted Wilson. He owns everyone in here - the screws, the cons, everyone. He sank a lot of money abroad with me, and now he thinks I’ve tucked him up. I tell you, Donna, no one could get me out of here legally. He’s already told me that I have no chance of appeal. He thinks it’s all a big joke. I’ve told him some old cock and bull story about locating his money and paying it back, which is keeping him sweet for the moment, but I’ll never be able to raise the kind of sum he wants. Even if we sold the house and all we own.’
‘Has he really got that much sway?’