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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

When Jimmy and Jed both screeched to a halt, all hell immediately broke loose. Baseball bats, knives, even a hammer was used in the tussle that followed.

‘Grab the fucking gun, Ray,’ Eddie screamed, as he managed to knock the sawn-off out of Jimmy’s hand.

About to comply with his boss’s orders, Raymond was whacked over the head with a hammer by Mickey Maloney and fell to the ground in a heap.

Jed picked the gun up and immediately fired two shots. He’d spotted Ricky running towards the left-hand side of the yard and guessed he was up to no good. ‘Gotcha, you shitcunt,’ he said, as Ricky’s body hit the ground with a dramatic thud.

‘Jed, help me. I’ve been stabbed,’ Billy pleaded.

Jed glanced at his brother, saw no blood, so turned his attention to Ricky instead. ‘Let me sort these cunts out; I need to check they ain’t got phones on ’em. I’ll be back in a minute, Bill,’ he promised.

Gary was running towards where Ricky had taken a tumble. ‘You ain’t going nowhere, cunt,’ Jed shouted, as he took a couple of pot shots at Gary as well.

‘Fuck,’ Gary screamed in agony, clutching the back of his right leg as he fell to the floor.

Jed took Gary’s mobile out of his pocket, smirked, then ran over to Eddie’s van. He flung open the back doors, fully expecting an emotional reconciliation with his children and was shell-shocked to find that, apart from four sports bags and some rope, the van was empty.

‘You fucking cunt. Where are my chavvies?’ Jed shrieked as he ran over to where Eddie Mitchell lay.

Eddie was in agony. Between them, Jimmy and Mickey had managed to overpower him somehow and not only had they twisted his right arm until it had broken, they’d also smashed him across both kneecaps with a hammer.

‘I said, where are my fucking chavvies?’ Jed repeated, his eyes bulging with anger.

As ill as he felt, Eddie had never been a man to disclose important information. ‘Somewhere where you’ll never find ’em,’ he spat.

‘This is all your fault. I told you not to let him out of your sight, didn’t I?’ Jed shouted at his father. He was almost crying with rage, and aimed a kick at Eddie’s head.