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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

Paddy shrugged. ‘That’s his problem. At the moment I think Georgio just wants you to get things moving as quickly as possible.’

‘I’ll do that. Lewis is a game old fucker though, isn’t he? I was there when he got shot in 1974. I thought he was a gonner, we all did, and yet the old sod walked out of hospital six weeks later, harder than ever. You have to admire him, even if you can’t stand him.’

‘That’s a fact. You’ll be in touch with Georgio, then?’

Alan nodded. ‘You give him a message. Tell him I’ll swallow this morning because I know what it’s like to be banged up, but if he ever casts aspersions on me or Donna again, I’ll leave him high and fucking dry, all right? I don’t need this shit.’

Paddy got up and nodded again, his great red beard hiding his real thoughts on the matter.

After Paddy lad left, Alan sat smoking, waiting for the anger to seep from his bones.

So Georgio thought he might make a play for his wife? Well, as Alan now admitted to himself, that’s exactly what he would like to do. And knowing all he knew about Georgio Brunos, he could probably get her.

Sadie was terrified and Georgio knew it. There were three new prisoners on the Wing. One was a black man called Eros, a heavyset geezer, typical pimp turned gangster. The Yardies were everywhere now. He was a schizophrenic as well. The other two were a different kettle of fish. Both were in their fifties, fairly big and obviously friends. They didn’t talk to anyone and any overtures were rebuffed, albeit in a friendly fashion. The shorter of the two spoke a lot but said nothing.

Georgio watched the men and smiled to himself. He knew exactly who they were and so would Lewis. He also knew what they were in for and he toyed with the idea of blowing their world wide open. He decided against it for the time being; they would keep until they came in handy. He ignored them and they ignored him, though they knew who he was as he knew who they were. One hard look from Georgio was enough to make them keep their traps shut and he made a point of pushing them both aside roughly as they went out on exercise.