Chapters (51)
- About the Book
- About the Author
- Also by Kimberley Chambers
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Acknowledgements
- Epigraph
- Prologue
- 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
- 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
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Copyright
- 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.