‘He’s up the Orange Hall waitin fur us.’

‘See, that wisnae so hard, wis it?’

‘Naw,’ Briggy says, surprised. Big Kenzie headers him in the beak a belter n he folds n crumples tae the deck. He turns n boots Gunny right up the fuckin arse.

‘That’s fur grassin, ya wee cunts. Next time yooz run aboot wae a Toi wan A’ll fuckin kill yees. YOUNG TEAM, YA WEE FUCKIN NUGGETS!’

We aw bounce back up tae the motor. A feel a wee bit sorry fur they wee cunts, but under the circumstances, fuck them. The Orange Hall is only two minutes up the road, so we fly roon. Broonie’s git a wee smile on his face. He’s laughin n repeatin Big Tam under his breath, ‘Young Team, ya wee nuggets. Quality …’ Maybe this shit is exactly wit he needed. The Young Team flyin aboot fuckin causin it like the eld dayz. It feels good after years ae lyin dormant, that burnin inside yi ready tae unleash, the last hurrah ae the YTP.

Kenzie’s red Honda Civic Type R is parked in front ae us at the Orange Hall. Big Kenzie is on a roll noo – he’s marchin ahead ae us aw n before we even catch up he’s draggin his brother oot the motor n ontae the street. ‘Fuck yi dain, Tam, ya dick? Git tae fuck!’

‘Naw, A’ll no git tae fuck. Wit the fuck huv yi done, John?’

‘A’ve no done fuckin nuhin!’

‘Dealin drugs fur fuckin Jamesy Maynard, jumpin aboot wae FUCKIN MATTY O’CONNOR n tae tap it aw aff, settin wan ae yir best mates up.’

‘A fuckin didnae, awright.’

‘AYE YI FUCKIN DID, YA LYIN WEE CUNT!’

‘Fuckin prove it.’

‘Listen tae yirsel …’ Tam grabs Kenzie by the scruff ae the neck n drags him right in front ae Broonie. ‘Tell him that, eh? Fuckin tell him how yi didnae dae it. TELL HIM TAE FUCKIN PROVE IT!’

‘GIT TAE FUCK, TAM!’

‘Tell yir fuckin pal how yi betrayed him, ya miserable fuckin rodent. His fuckin wee da is lyin deid in the Monklands n you’re tellin yir fuckin boays tae prove it.’

Me, Danny n Broonie ir standin watchin. John isnae even strugglin back noo. Tam pushes him hard n he falls on the deck next tae his motor. He looks like he’s gonnae greet. ‘Look, boys – Jamesy Maynard’s fuckin mad mental Scheme Runner. Wit a crazy bastard you ir! Git fuckin up.’ Kenzie stands up n Tam cracks him a belter n he falls. This time he dis start greetin. ‘Look at yi, ya pathetic wee weasel. Did A no tell yi tae git up?’ Tam drags him up tae his feet n roars in his face, nearly in tears himsel. ‘YEEV BROKE MA FUCKING HEART, JOHN! These boys ir more brothers tae me than you’ll ever be.’

It’s hard tae watch n yi cannae help turn yir heed away fae it. Me, Danny n Broonie ir aff tae the side n A’m sparkin a fag tae smoke it away n passin them oot fur the troops. ‘That’s enough, Tam,’ Broonie says. We aw look at him surprised.