Toxic: The addictive new crime thriller from the best selling author that will have you gripped in 2018. Jacqui Rose

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      Ryan’s eyes narrowed, looking troubled, his mind trying to comprehend. He stuttered.

      ‘Does … does … does Johnny know? Got to tell Johnny. We tell Johnny.’

      Getting up, with her legs still trembling, Bree spoke soothingly. ‘Well it wouldn’t be a surprise then, would it, Ryan. Look, darlin’, we need to go. Come on Molly, hold my hand.’

      Bree only managed to get part way down the stone white path before Ryan, who was dressed as usual in a blue Ralph Lauren tracksuit, stopped.

      ‘Wait! Need to tell Ma!’

      Bree spun round, her face strained with fear. ‘No, Ryan, you don’t need to do that. Please. It’s just our secret. Remember? It will spoil the surprise.’

      Ryan turned his head to the side, keeping his eyes on Bree. He rocked on his feet, looking anxious as he played with his hands. ‘No, need to tell Ma. Need to tell Ma. Ma! Ma!’

      ‘Please, Ryan, no! Don’t!’

      ‘Ma!’

      The pink front door to the next mobile home was opened. ‘What the bleedin’ hell’s all that racket for?’

      Ma Dwyer stood in a blue, silk cornflower print dressing gown, tied too tightly around her bulging waistline. She rested her arms on her hips as her grossly obese body wobbled towards Bree and Ryan; the top of her legs sounding noisily as they rubbed and squelched together with sweat.

      With egg yolk dried on her chin, Ma Dwyer sniffed, then burped loudly. ‘This better bloody be good Ryan, otherwise I’ll be giving you another brain injury.’

      Holding Ryan’s hand, Bree shook her head frantically. Her eyes wide with terror. ‘Ryan, no. Look at me, no!’

      ‘What she bleedin’ on about? Go on, tell yer ma.’

      A moment of hesitation rushed through Ryan’s eyes before Ma Dwyer reached up and whacked her son hard around the head. ‘I’m talking to you, you little shit.’

      Ryan rubbed his head, looking so much younger than his thirty years. ‘We shouldn’t tell you. Can’t tell Ma.’

      Ma stared at Ryan. Her voice was mean and hard. ‘I’m warning you son, you better tell me, unless of course you want to be in trouble. Is that what you want, Ryan? You want to be in trouble?’

      Agitated, Ryan looked down, playing with his hands as he shook his head. ‘No. No.’

      ‘Then tell me!’

      Blurting the words out as quickly as he could, Ryan said, ‘She’s off to get Johnny a surprise. A secret.’

      Ma Dwyer grinned nastily. ‘Is she now … Take the kids into the house, Ryan, I want a little word with Bree.’

      ‘But I want to see the kittens.’

      ‘I said take the friggin’ kids inside, you dopey muppet!’

      Ma Dwyer watched as Ryan skipped into the house with Molly and Kieran, who were giggling happily. She turned coldly to Bree.

      ‘So now you can tell me all about this surprise, or maybe I should just call Johnny and ask him … Oh, no need … Look … Somebody’s going to be taught a lesson.’

      As Ma cackled, Bree swivelled round to see Johnny’s black Range Rover coming up the drive. The next minute Bree started to run, listening to the sound of Ma Dwyer’s screeching voice behind her.

      ‘Johnny! Johnny! Quick, she went that way!’

      Bree Dwyer had never run so fast in her life. She could hardly get her breath as she leapt and bounded through the thick undergrowth of Shadwell Wood, feeling the bushes and branches tearing at her flesh.

      She could hear Johnny behind her as she raced through the woods. Faster and faster she went, stumbling down ditches, scrambling and falling as her shoe caught in the twisted shrubs. She slipped on the wet leaves and her nails scraped at the mud as she tried to get her footing, as she slid back down the hill.

      She could taste her tears and her own fear and her chest began to tighten. She was too afraid to look behind her, but she knew Johnny was there. Closing in. Coming to get her.

      ‘Don’t run from me, Bree! There’s nowhere to go!’

      Johnny’s voice seemed to engulf the whole of the area; echoing through the trees, echoing through the branches. Her legs were aching now, but she continued to run, her thin trousers covered in blood. She headed towards a small, gravelled track aiming for the copse on the other side.

      ‘Bree! Bree!’

      She glanced back, then she heard a roar. A screech. The sudden slamming of brakes.

      ‘Look where you’re going, you dozy mare! I could’ve killed you.’

      She spun round, feeling the car on her leg as she leant her hands on the hot bonnet. Panting.

      Blinking.

      Staring at the driver. A moment of slight recognition passed between them before Bree began to run.

      ‘Hey, come back! You alright, love?’

      Limping, she leant against a tree, trying to get her breath. She had no idea where she was, and even though the woods were close to where she lived, she’d never ventured into them on her own.

      Setting off again along an overgrown path, Bree heard the cracking of twigs but before she had time to turn around, heavy, rough hands grabbed her. She screamed as she was pulled down into the undergrowth. Feeling Johnny’s breath against her neck.

      She froze as he sat behind her, putting his hands round her waist, drawing her in between his legs. Kissing her on her neck whilst stroking her hair.

      He spoke quietly. A dangerous lull in his voice. ‘What did you think you were doing, Bree?’

      Her words were breathless with fear. ‘Nothing.’

      ‘You was going to leave me, weren’t you?’

      She shook her head quickly. ‘I wasn’t, I swear, Johnny.’

      Slightly too hard, he nibbled the lobe of her ear, making Bree flinch. ‘I don’t believe you, baby.’

      Bree shivered, feeling like she had a thousand ants crawling underneath her skin. ‘All I wanted to do was just take the kids out. I was going to get you a surprise.’

      He shrieked into her ear, causing the nesting starlings to fly out of the trees and into the sky. ‘Liar!’

      ‘Please, Johnny.’

      ‘You know what I have to do now Bree, don’t you? I have to teach you a lesson.’

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