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 bit on her lip for a few seconds before answering, ‘I thought he was going to hit me, to be honest.’ She decided not to tell Georgio that he had threatened to put the glass into her face.
‘Fucking hell, Donna, what’s come over you?’
She stubbed out her cigarette in the tiny foil ashtray and shrugged.
‘I don’t know, Georgio. I’ve changed. I think it’s all this - it’s bound to have an effect, eh?’
He nodded. ‘Don’t worry, darlin’, I’ll be home soon and I’ll take over the reins again. As for what you did to Alan, I wish I could have been there, I really do.’
They laughed together then, an easy laughter.
‘As for the hotel in Sri Lanka, just tell Davey to deal with it. He knows the score. Now then, how about I get us another cuppa and then you can tell me exactly what the score is on the jump?’
As he stood up a small girl came over to their table and grinned at them.
‘Hello, Donna.’
She held out her arms. ‘Hello, Chivonne. Where’s Micky?’
Chivonne settled on to Donna’s lap. ‘He’s with me mum and dad. Is this your dad?’
She looked up at Georgio while Donna laughed at her words. ‘Where’s your little boy gone?’
Georgio licked his lips and frowned. ‘You’ve got the wrong bloke, little girl. Whose kid’s this, Donna?’
‘This is my friend Caroline’s daughter,’ she said. ‘You go and get that tea and I’ll take her back to her mum.’
Georgio went off and Donna walked Chivonne back to Caroline and her husband. She laughed as she said hello and told Caroline that Chivonne had thought Georgio was her dad!
‘Oh sorry, Donna, I thought she was in the wendy house.’
‘Where’s that man’s little boy gone, Mum?’
Donna frowned. ‘She just said that to Georgio. What’s she on about?’
Caroline shrugged. ‘I dunno. Look, your old man’s back with your tea. Don’t waste your visit. I’ll see you outside, OK?’
‘All right, then.’ Smiling her goodbyes, she walked back to Georgio.
‘What a weird little kid!’ he said. ‘How did you say you know them?’
‘Oh her mum is the ice cream’s wife - remember? I give her a lift now and then. They’re gorgeous children, not weird at all. I wonder why she thought you had a little boy?’
Georgio shrugged. Sipping his tea, he said, ‘So what’s the rest of the news on the jump then?’