Twelve Days (John Milton Thrillers Book 14) by Dawson Mark

Author:Dawson, Mark [Dawson, Mark]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Unputdownable
Published: 2018-12-20T16:00:00+00:00

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T hey took an Uber from the estate to Bethnal Green. Pinky looked out of the window of the car and tried to ignore the uneasiness he felt as they passed out of their postcode and into enemy territory. The Bethnal Green Massive controlled this part of town, and Pinky knew that they would react badly if they knew that members of a rival gang were here. There had been beef between the LFB and the BGM before, and Pinky remembered a series of competing videos that had been uploaded to YouTube, each gang threatening the other in increasingly graphic terms. He wasn’t afraid of confrontation, but he didn’t need the distraction today. They had business to do.

“What you reckon it’s going to be like?” Chips said.

“Ain’t got no idea,” Pinky said. “Never been to anything like this before.”

“I can’t get my head around JaJa,” Kidz said. “Skinny little bredren; never would’ve said he would’ve come to anything.”

“He did always have a punch on him,” Little Mark offered, grinning. “You remember, Pinky?”

“Shut the fuck up,” Pinky said, the memory still fresh. “Little pussy ain’t gonna be so full of it when he sees us again. The youngers there okay?”

Chips looked at his phone. “They say they are. Inside. Ready to go.”

“How many?”

“I got ten of ’em.”

“Good.”

The driver pulled onto the Old Ford Road and parked outside a large brick and concrete building with a small queue of young men waiting outside it. Pinky looked at the time on his phone: the workout was scheduled to have begun twenty minutes earlier. Pinky opened the door and got out, waiting for the others to join him. He led the way across the pavement and up to the end of the queue.

“You remember what we’re gonna do?” he asked the others.

“Chill,” Kidz said. “It ain’t no thing.”

Pinky clenched his fists: open and closed, open and closed. He felt the prickle of anticipation. He had unfinished business with JaJa. The little bitch had got his mum to call the police on him; that was bad enough, but it wasn’t what stung the most. It was the moment in the ring when he had sparked him out. Pinky could close his eyes and still picture it, could still feel the jarring blow against his jaw, the taste of blood in his mouth. He remembered it and so did the others; Little Mark had just shown that. That was what bugged Pinky the most. The others were laughing at it, a joke at his expense, and if Little Mark was prepared to needle him in front of Kidz and Chips, what were the others saying when his back was turned?

Pinky clenched his fists again and kept them closed.

No way.

He had reached the top because people were frightened of him. He knew he wouldn’t last long if that fear went away. It might have been years ago, but that didn’t matter.

JaJa had a lot to lose.

Pinky had more.

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