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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

Then she was gone, leaving Carol Jackson wishing she could sew up her big fat mouth. Running to the door, she opened it and called out to Donna, who was walking across the forecourt to her car.

‘Donna! If you need me, call. All right?’

Donna nodded. Waving in farewell, she carried on walking, unable to see the tarmac through the tears in her eyes.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Chapter Thirty-Two

Donald Lewis walked back on to the Wing full of smiles. He looked grey, older and ill. But he also looked more vicious than before. The steely glint was there to stay now, and the sunken cheeks and black-rimmed eyes only added to the overall look of menace. He walked with a slight stoop, his two sidekicks beside him like warriors. No one in the room would have guessed the pain and torture it was for Lewis to get himself in there. He looked around him, nodding here and there at different men. His only real smile was for Sadie. All he wanted was to get back to his cell and lie down, but he knew any show of weakness would be noticed and filed away for future reference. He sat gingerly in a chair and grinned at Georgio.

‘Hello.’

Georgio nodded. ‘How are you feeling?’

Lewis carried on smiling and said through his teeth, ‘How do you fucking think? My back feels like someone just ripped it open with a red-hot knife, but other than that I’m tickety boo as the big nobs say.’

Georgio looked at him in genuine concern. Up close he could see just how weak the man was, and against his better judgement said quietly, ‘Why don’t you go and have a lie down, Donald? You look fucking rough, mate. Seriously rough. There’s no one here who wants to match you in any way. Go and rest, man, before you do yourself a damage.’

Lewis grinned. ‘You make me die, Brunos. You nearly had me believing you there. I’ll survive. I lived through six bullets, mate. It’ll take more than the loss of a kidney to frighten me.’

Georgio shook his head sadly. ‘You survived the loss of a kidney, Donald, because of the medical help. Now you’re back on this Wing and you’re putting yourself under too much stress. Christ, you’ve just had a major operation, for fuck’s sake. Even you’re not God, you know. Even you must be aware of your own mortality. You wiped out Timmy, everyone’s over the shock. You’re still the king pin, so what the fuck are you trying to prove?’

Lewis laughed again, only this time it was harsher, bringing all eyes to their table.