Queens of Crime: 3-Book Thriller Collection. Kimberley Chambers

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      ‘Just tell us the truth, love. We won’t be angry with you, but if you’re serious about this lad, we will want to meet him,’ Mary said, squeezing her daughter’s hand to reassure her everything would be OK.

      Christopher, his arms folded, was glaring at her. He had an evil glint in his eyes and reminded Nancy of a python waiting to strike. It was at that point that she knew it was now or never. ‘OK, I will tell you, but please try not to be too angry with me. Michael is the loveliest, kindest lad I have ever met, and what happened in the past had nothing to do with him.’

      ‘What do you mean, what happened in the past? Do we know this Michael?’ Donald asked impatiently.

      ‘Just tell us who he is then, love?’ Mary urged her daughter. Nancy was now crying and Mary hated seeing her so upset.

      ‘It’s Michael Butler,’ Nancy wept.

      Feeling like he had just been shot through the heart, Donald was too stunned to even speak. The name Butler was enough to put the fear of God into him, on its own.

      ‘That isn’t one of Queenie’s sons, is it?’ Mary asked her daughter, in total disbelief.

      When Nancy nodded miserably, Christopher banged his fists on the table. ‘How could you be so stupid to have got involved with that awful crime-ridden family? You know they ruined our lives, so how could you be so bloody selfish? You are no sister of mine any more, Nancy Walker. In fact, you truly repulse me.’

      Usually, Mary would always stick up for her daughter, but today Nancy had gone one step too far even for her liking. ‘You have to finish with Michael immediately, Nancy. You cannot get too involved with that mob.’

      Knowing that there was no point in lying any more, Nancy shook her head. ‘I can’t, Mum. I love Michael and he loves me.’

      Like a phoenix rising from the ashes, Donald leapt out of his chair. ‘You have two choices, Nancy. You either end your relationship or you pack your bags and leave our home immediately. Now, what is it to be?’

      Seeing all three family members looking at her with a mixture of disgust and disappointment on their faces, Nancy knew she only had one choice.

      ‘Where’re you going?’ Mary cried, as Nancy stood up.

      ‘To pack my stuff. I’m moving out.’

      Not wanting there to be any trouble in front of Colleen’s relations, Queenie decided to have a quiet word with Roy to tell him what Vinny had planned.

      Roy breathed a sigh of relief that his future in-laws had been invited. It wouldn’t have been fair if it was just his family there, and perhaps now that he had been spared the aggravation of organizing his own party, he might take Colleen away for a weekend somewhere nice instead.

      After Roy left, Queenie and Vivian spent the whole day cooking and preparing food. Vinny had wanted to hire professional caterers, but Queenie and Vivian had been outraged by his suggestion. ‘If you think I’m allowing my family to eat a load of old shit that’s been prepared by a bunch of strangers who have the cleanliness morals of a pole-cat, then you’ve got another think coming,’ Queenie told her son.

      ‘And you’ve got all them migrants coming over here now. Lots of them work in catering and they’re dirty bastards. Most of the countries they come from ain’t even got proper khazis. They shit in a hole in the ground, so you don’t think they will wash their hands before they make the sandwiches, do ya?’ Vivian added.

      Vinny had just left them to it after that, and as Queenie stood with her hands on her hips studying their handiwork, she turned to her sister and smiled. ‘Well, that’s it. All done we are, I think.’

      ‘I still ain’t sure we’ll have enough grub, Queen. Vinny said earlier there could be anything up to seventy or eighty people there now, and we ain’t got enough for that amount. My Lenny eats enough for fucking five people alone.’

      ‘Stop worrying. We’ll have plenty, trust me. Vinny’s ordered a load of seafood as well. Right, I think I’ll ring Michael and get him to come and pick this lot up, then me and you can get ourselves looking all glam. I still can’t believe I’m celebrating not one, but two of my babies getting engaged. It only seems like yesterday that I was wiping the pair of ’em’s shitty arses.’

      Sitting approximately thirty yards from the nightclub on a Kawasaki motorcycle, Johnny Preston watched the comings and goings with interest. He was behind a lorry, so nobody could really see him, and even if anyone did, the road was a main one, and there were always cars, bikes, vans and lorries parked near the club.

      Worried about his daughter opening her mouth and the shit hitting the fan back home, Johnny couldn’t wait for Graeme’s pal to get back from holiday and exchange their clapped-out van, so had decided to go it alone. Graeme was still going to help him dispose of the bike and gun, but other than that he was totally on his jacksie.

      Johnny felt his heart start to beat faster as he saw Queenie Butler and her sister get out of a bright red Mustang. He’d had a feeling earlier that there was some private family event at the club tonight and he had obviously guessed right. Feeling sweat dripping down his face, Johnny didn’t know if it was the heat under his crash-helmet causing it, nerves, or a mixture of both. What he did know was that Mummy’s boy, Vinny Butler, would most definitely see his mother into a car later, or he might even take her home himself. To shoot Vinny in front of Queenie would be the crème da la crème of all murders. If Johnny could pull that off, not only would it avenge Dave’s death, it would also put him on the gangland folklore map for many years to come.

      Vivian beamed with pride when she spotted her Lenny standing on the stage behind a DJ console. He even had earphones on and looked ever so professional. ‘Look at him. Reminds me of that Tony Blackburn, don’t he you?’ Vivvy said, nudging her sister.

      ‘Aw, bless him. I notice he’s playing Elvis. You have told him he’s got to play alternative stuff other than just rock and roll, haven’t you, Michael?’ Queenie asked.

      ‘Yep. Champ knows what he’s doing. Now come and sit down. This table has the best view in the club which is why Vinny wanted you and Auntie Vivvy to sit here.’

      Queenie sat down and as she glanced around to see who else had been invited, she very nearly fell off the chair in shock. ‘What’s your fucking father doing here?’ she hissed at Michael.

      ‘I don’t know to be honest. I didn’t even know he was coming until he bowled in about half an hour ago. I think Vinny must have invited him.’

      Vivian pursed her lips to show her disapproval. ‘He spent most of Roy and Brenda’s childhood gallivanting with other women, or propping up the bar in some grotty pub, yet he has the cheek to show up at their engagement party like the doting father. What a fucking liberty.’

      When Queenie clocked Vinny, she leapt out of her chair and marched towards him.

      ‘Look, I know what you’re angry about, but I just thought seeing as Dad is dying it was the right thing to do. My father is the last person I would want at my club, but for once I decided to put Roy and Brenda’s feelings before my own. It is their engagement party, and the way I saw it was СКАЧАТЬ