Unleashed by Karl Hill

Author:Karl Hill
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
ISBN: 9781913419707
Publisher: Bloodhound Books - crime, thriller and mystery
Published: 2020-08-03T16:00:00+00:00

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Teacup’s reputation hinged on his ability to be easily located – if desperate people needed quick money, not caring about the thousand per cent interest rate, then Teacup was the loan shark they would look to. And many men and women did. Drug addicts, gamblers, alcoholics, prostitutes. People unable to get legitimate credit elsewhere and needed quick money to feed their kids. Teacup’s business depended on the vulnerable, and he made plenty of profit from it.

But he could fix things too. Ex-boxer turned enforcer, a violent man. If people needed something done, then Teacup was the arranger. And Teacup rarely failed in coming up with the goods. He was a member of the Grant family and could fix most things. He could find the right drugs for the right people at four in the morning. He could supply clean young rent boys for High Court judges and prominent QCs any time, any place. And if money needed collecting, then Teacup enforced the Grant law. No payment meant broken kneecaps. Continued non-payment meant prolonged pain, and ultimately a brutal death. Teacup collected for Peter Grant, and whether it was simple extortion or blackmail of a high-profile politician, few failed to pay up. And those that didn’t pay ended up disfigured or dead. Once you were indebted to Teacup, you were indebted for life.

If a person needed to find Tommy ‘Teacup’ Thomson, then that person would not have to look far.

But Teacup was no longer the man he used to be. He was out of hospital, had been for several weeks. But he still needed a stick to walk around. He had a pain in his hip, like a constant toothache. He got blinding headaches. Sometimes, if he bent down quickly, turned quickly, he got dizzy, his world spun. His jaw, fractured in two places, was sore when he chewed. Plus, and most importantly, his credibility had been tarnished. The so-called hard man of the Grant family had been put in hospital by one individual. Word spread quickly. His position in the chain of command had been affected. Once a close confidante of Peter Grant, now he was doing errands, on the street buying and selling drugs, slapping prostitutes back into line, collecting money. Crap jobs. Teacup was humiliated. And Peter Grant wanted him to feel it.

Teacup had been a bitter man all his life. Now he was bitter and disrespected. He woke every morning, and felt like shit. All because of one man.

It was a Wednesday afternoon. Teacup was leaving his bi-weekly session with the physio. Paid for by himself – this was his mess, so it was his problem. Such was the edict of Peter Grant. He got a call on his mobile. The man calling him was Nathan Grant.

The tone was clipped, all business. Any warmth had evaporated weeks back.

“There’s a deal going down tonight.”

“Okay. What’s happening?”

“The old MOT station at Hillington. 2am. Polly King’s got a bag of pure white for you.”

“How much?”

“Fifty grand’s worth. The money will be dropped off at your flat this evening.

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