Kimberley Chambers 3-Book Butler Collection: The Trap, Payback, The Wronged. Kimberley Chambers

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СКАЧАТЬ me, OK? If the police, Michael, Nancy, your mum, or anyone else ever mentions what happened to Karen at that party, you know nothing, yeah?’

      ‘Yeah. I know nothing. Love you, Vinny. Going to play my records now.’

      Vinny smiled. ‘Love you too, Champ.’

      Unable to face going to the club or Karen’s wake after visiting Roy, Queenie and Vivian decided to head straight home.

      ‘I will never feel the same about that club again, Vivvy. Every time I set foot in it now, it reminds me of the last time I saw my Roy as a normal human being. So happy he was the night of his engagement party. Him and Colleen were like love’s young dream. Anyway, Vinny popped round early this morning, and I told him how I felt about the club. And so he said he would sell it and buy the old one back just for me. He’s a good boy deep down, ain’t he, Vivvy?’

      ‘Heart of bloody gold. I liked that old club much better, Queen, and I can keep more of an eye on my Lenny there. I used to like popping in there in the daytime to see the boys, didn’t you?’

      Surprised to see Michael’s car sitting outside her door as they turned the corner, Queenie didn’t reply. ‘I wonder what my Michael wants? Hope he hasn’t fallen out with Nancy again. Didn’t you say your Lenny saw them arguing earlier or something?’

      ‘Lenny said Michael looked like he was arguing with Brenda. I’ll come indoors with you. I could do with a large glass of sherry after today, couldn’t you?’

      Queenie nodded in agreement. She was parched. ‘You all right, boy? Why haven’t you and Nancy gone to the wake?’ she asked, relieved to see Michael sitting on her sofa holding hands with his wife-to-be.

      ‘Because I needed to speak to you, Mum. Could you keep Nancy company, Auntie Viv, while me and Mum have a quick chat upstairs? It won’t take long.’

      ‘’Course I will,’ Vivian said, sitting down next to Nancy and squeezing her hand. Like Queenie, Vivian was a big fan of Michael’s fiancée.

      ‘Whatever’s wrong?’ Queenie asked. She had known by the look on his face that whatever he had to tell her was important, which is why she had poured herself a glass of sherry to take upstairs.

      Michael took a deep breath and then did what he had been dreading for the past few weeks. He handed his mother Albie’s letter.

      Queenie glanced at the envelope. ‘That’s your father’s handwriting. Don’t tell me you’ve been in contact with that old bastard, Michael, ’cause I won’t be happy. Where is the lying old toad living?’

      Michael stood up. ‘I think you should just read the letter, Mum. I’m gonna wait in my old bedroom while you do so, then give me a shout when you’re done.’

      Queenie nodded, waited for Michael to leave the room, then opened the envelope.

      Dear Queenie,

      Firstly, I would like to apologize about the terrible cancer lie that I told. It was a stupid thing to do, but I swear from the bottom of my heart, I only made such an awful story up to be close to my family once again.

      Secondly, I would like to say sorry for cheating on you, but I would like you to know the reasons why I ended up doing the things I did.

      When I first met you, Queenie, I felt like the most luckiest bloke alive. I remember you took my breath away on our first date when you wore that smart black dress and red pill-box hat. I knew then that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you, but it took me a good six months to build up the courage to ask for your hand in marriage.

      I was ecstatic when you said yes and we finally wed, but I always felt like there was three in our marriage and not two. Vivian was always at our house, which meant we never got to spend much time alone, and I could tell that Vivvy never thought I was good enough for you. She spoke to me like I was a piece of dirt.

      When Vinny was born, things seemed to go from bad to worse. You and Vivian wanted to bring my son up between you, and I felt terribly pushed out, which is when I first started to hit the bottle. As each child followed, the more of a spare part I began to feel. I got the impression that you only married me because you wanted to have children, and you had never loved me at all. You turned me from a strong, strapping confident lad into a weak drunken man, Queenie, and you turned my children against me, which is something I will never forgive you for.

      Queenie put the letter down beside her and reached for her glass of sherry. There was still another page to read and she needed to pause before she did so. Had she really made Albie feel like that? She had never enjoyed sex much, and unless she was trying to get pregnant, had never really wanted it, but that was usual for a woman, wasn’t it? Vivian had said the same. She didn’t like doing it with her Bill. The pleasure was all the men’s. All the woman could do was lie there and think of bloody England.

      Knocking back her drink in three large gulps, Queenie picked the letter up again.

      And lastly, but certainly not least, the reason I am writing this letter is because of my concerns about our eldest son. It is my belief that not only is Vinny a time-bomb waiting to explode, but there is a very good chance he will blow everybody else up around him.

      Prior to Roy’s engagement party, Vinny paid me a visit in the Blind Beggar. He had found out about my cancer lie by speaking to a doctor who he knew at the hospital. He then proceeded to blackmail me. He insisted that unless I told Colleen’s parents that Roy had cheated on her many times and had been responsible for beating me up and putting me in hospital many years ago, he was going to blow the whistle on me.

      At first, out of fright, I agreed to do such a terrible thing. Then, I looked around at the party and saw Roy and Colleen gaze into one another’s eyes like I once used to gaze into yours, Queenie. It was then I decided I could not go through with it.

      When I told Vinny my decision, he tried to bribe me with money, and it was when I still refused that he leapt on the stage and told my secret to everybody. Michael will vouch for my story if you do not believe it. I have told him everything.

      As a massive favour, I ask that you do not share the contents of this letter with Vinny or anybody else. I just wanted you to be aware of what type of person our eldest son is, so you can guard the backs of yourself, Michael and Brenda in the future. Our grandson needs to be protected too, because if he isn’t, chances are he will grow up to be evil just like his father.

      I hope you take heed of my warning, Queenie. As we both know, Roy’s bullet was meant for Vinny and I would hate to see any more casualties. I cannot come back to Whitechapel ever again, as I know my son will have me killed if I do, so it is left to you to sort out this mess. You created a monster, so best you deal with it.

      Good luck,

      Albie.

      Cursing under her breath, Queenie tore the letter into shreds and put it in her bedside drawer. How dare that drunken old bastard not only refer to her wonderful son as a monster, but also have the cheek to blame her for it? Yes, she had encouraged Vinny to make something of himself like the Kray twins had, but that was only because she didn’t want him to have the shit life that she’d had to endure.

      Wanting to cry through temper, Queenie forced herself not to, and instead repaired her windswept hair in the mirror and put on some more red lipstick. If Albie was telling the truth about Vinny wanting to split up Roy and Colleen, and that was a big ‘if’ with СКАЧАТЬ