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

Ricky agreed with his brother. ‘I’ve noticed a change in him ever since he’s been with that Gina. Look at what a prick he made of himself at his wedding, getting down on one knee, declaring his undying love in front of every bastard and then trotting off like some bell-end on that stupid horse and carriage,’ he added.

‘Don’t ever underestimate your father. He’s no mug, and if he’s changed his mind about killing Baldwin, then you can guarantee that he’ll benefit from it in some way, shape or form. Ed ain’t gone soft; he might have perhaps mellowed a bit, but that’s probably ’cause he’s got another nipper on the way. I’ve mellowed since Polly got pregnant and one day, when yous boys have pregnant wives or girlfriends, you’ll understand what I mean,’ Raymond explained.

‘I ain’t fucking getting married or tied down with kids. Too much grief, mate,’ Gary said immediately.

‘Me neither. I’m staying footloose and fancy free an’ all,’ Ricky added.

Seconds later, the door opened and Eddie walked in, followed by Stuart, who had travelled with him.

‘Why is it you always arrange these early meets and you’re the one that’s always late?’ Gary asked his father in a sarcastic tone.

‘Because it’s my fucking prerogative to be late. I run this firm, remember?’ Ed replied, as he took his seat at the head of the table.

Ricky got straight down to business. ‘So what’s going on, Dad? Why did we capture Baldwin and then let him go again?’

‘Cooey!’ a voice shouted out.

Eddie jumped up and answered the door to Auntie Joanie. ‘Cor, they look ’andsome. You cooked them bleedin’ quick, didn’t ya?’ he said, taking the tray off her.

‘I’d put the bacon on and buttered the baps before you bloody got ’ere. I know what yous boys are like, always starving. I’ve made you a brew an’ all and some homemade shortbread. Shall I bring ’em up now?’

‘Stuart will get ’em. You rest your legs, Auntie, and thanks, sweetheart, you’re a diamond.’

‘Let’s eat, and talk after,’ Eddie said. Nobody made a bacon bap like Auntie Joanie. She used thick butter and put four slices of quality bacon in each one.

Gary was the first to push his plate away. ‘Look, I didn’t drag meself out of bed at seven this morning just to indulge in a monkey’s tea party, so do you think we can get this meeting started?’