watch every fucking word that comes out of my mouth.’
Caroline laughed sarcastically. ‘Oh, really? Well, fucking fuck you . I’m amazed they can even hold a conversation. From what I’ve heard they are just on the left side of duelling banjos. Walk them about on leads, do you, your fucking dogs?’
Cain Moran really wanted to slap his wife across the mouth, but he wouldn’t. Didn’t stop him feeling like it, though.
Caroline was near to tears now. ‘I swallow a lot with you, and you know I do. But if you have a regular bird I will not tolerate it, do you hear me? I will not allow you to humiliate me like that. I still have some fucking pride. I’ll never forget what you put me through when I’d just had little Michael. Some bleached-blonde trollop had the gall – the fucking gall – to knock on my front door shouting the odds. In front of my mother and all!’
Cain knew he was fucked to argue with that; he had definitely been in the wrong with that one. She had seemed so quiet. Who fucking knew, eh? Lovely looking girl, though, no doubt about that.
‘Here we go, bringing up ancient history as usual. I said I was sorry, for fuck’s sake.’
Caroline really lost her rag now as she screamed, ‘Ancient history? We have only been married five years, Cain.’ She was sobbing and he went to her, holding her tightly to him.
‘Look, Caroline, I admit I’m a fucking nightmare, but I don’t mean the half of it. You know what I’m like. If it’s on a plate . . . I’m only human, darling.’
She looked into his handsome face. She loved this man as if her life depended on it and, in a way, it did. She was completely helpless without him in many respects. She had lived through the humiliation of lipstick marks on his dick of all places and the smell of another woman’s perfume on him. She had been prepared to swallow that for the main prize: he was her husband and those girls had never truly meant anything to him. They were no competition because he always came home to her and Michael. She had had to resign herself to the fact her husband couldn’t be faithful if his life depended on it.
Cain was like a big kid, always wanting the new toy. But this time it felt different – he was different. Whoever this bitch was, she was a threat. Caroline’s world was crumbling and she didn’t know how to make it right again. She pushed him away from her and walked into the kitchen.
She had never refused him sex, had never questioned him in any way until now. And for what? To be treated like nothing, like a nobody by the man she loved more than her own life. He genuinely couldn’t see how much she was hurting, and that was the hardest thing to accept.
She was shaking with anger and upset, but the fact that he didn’t follow her into the kitchen spoke volumes.
Chapter Twenty-Five
‘Honestly, Jimmy, you’ll be next. He wants all the big clubs in the South East under the Cain Moran banner. Fucking outrageous. If he gets what he wants we are fucked. He will control everything.’
Jimmy Boy Banks was not a big man, but what he lacked in size he made up for in plain and simple lunacy. At fifteen he had been put away for manslaughter when everyone, including the Old Bill, had known it was murder. The man he had stabbed fifty-four times had been a local Face who had taken up with Jimmy Boy’s mum. Jimmy’s mum had been a beauty in her day and she had always attracted men who were not exactly the whole ticket. She thrived on violence and rough sex and she had found it with a man called Reg Pointer. Reg had tortured her son for six months before he had retaliated. It was six months longer than anyone else would ever be given.
Jimmy had done his time in Borstal and come out hating the world. He had carved himself a good reputation and a good living and there was no way that Cain Moran was going to walk in and take it from him – not without a fight.
Micky Two Fags had gone to the right man, there was no mistaking
Caroline laughed sarcastically. ‘Oh, really? Well, fucking fuck you . I’m amazed they can even hold a conversation. From what I’ve heard they are just on the left side of duelling banjos. Walk them about on leads, do you, your fucking dogs?’
Cain Moran really wanted to slap his wife across the mouth, but he wouldn’t. Didn’t stop him feeling like it, though.
Caroline was near to tears now. ‘I swallow a lot with you, and you know I do. But if you have a regular bird I will not tolerate it, do you hear me? I will not allow you to humiliate me like that. I still have some fucking pride. I’ll never forget what you put me through when I’d just had little Michael. Some bleached-blonde trollop had the gall – the fucking gall – to knock on my front door shouting the odds. In front of my mother and all!’
Cain knew he was fucked to argue with that; he had definitely been in the wrong with that one. She had seemed so quiet. Who fucking knew, eh? Lovely looking girl, though, no doubt about that.
‘Here we go, bringing up ancient history as usual. I said I was sorry, for fuck’s sake.’
Caroline really lost her rag now as she screamed, ‘Ancient history? We have only been married five years, Cain.’ She was sobbing and he went to her, holding her tightly to him.
‘Look, Caroline, I admit I’m a fucking nightmare, but I don’t mean the half of it. You know what I’m like. If it’s on a plate . . . I’m only human, darling.’
She looked into his handsome face. She loved this man as if her life depended on it and, in a way, it did. She was completely helpless without him in many respects. She had lived through the humiliation of lipstick marks on his dick of all places and the smell of another woman’s perfume on him. She had been prepared to swallow that for the main prize: he was her husband and those girls had never truly meant anything to him. They were no competition because he always came home to her and Michael. She had had to resign herself to the fact her husband couldn’t be faithful if his life depended on it.
Cain was like a big kid, always wanting the new toy. But this time it felt different – he was different. Whoever this bitch was, she was a threat. Caroline’s world was crumbling and she didn’t know how to make it right again. She pushed him away from her and walked into the kitchen.
She had never refused him sex, had never questioned him in any way until now. And for what? To be treated like nothing, like a nobody by the man she loved more than her own life. He genuinely couldn’t see how much she was hurting, and that was the hardest thing to accept.
She was shaking with anger and upset, but the fact that he didn’t follow her into the kitchen spoke volumes.
Chapter Twenty-Five
‘Honestly, Jimmy, you’ll be next. He wants all the big clubs in the South East under the Cain Moran banner. Fucking outrageous. If he gets what he wants we are fucked. He will control everything.’
Jimmy Boy Banks was not a big man, but what he lacked in size he made up for in plain and simple lunacy. At fifteen he had been put away for manslaughter when everyone, including the Old Bill, had known it was murder. The man he had stabbed fifty-four times had been a local Face who had taken up with Jimmy Boy’s mum. Jimmy’s mum had been a beauty in her day and she had always attracted men who were not exactly the whole ticket. She thrived on violence and rough sex and she had found it with a man called Reg Pointer. Reg had tortured her son for six months before he had retaliated. It was six months longer than anyone else would ever be given.
Jimmy had done his time in Borstal and come out hating the world. He had carved himself a good reputation and a good living and there was no way that Cain Moran was going to walk in and take it from him – not without a fight.
Micky Two Fags had gone to the right man, there was no mistaking
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