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‘Look Nicky, how much does a three year old need?’

‘She’s four.’

‘Yeah well, whatever.’

Nicky narrowed his eyes and wiped his forehead with the crumpled paper napkin.

‘It was her birthday two months ago. You told me you were going to do something for her. Are you now going to tell me you didn’t? You were supposed to get her a cake and a present, remember?’

Gina screwed up her face.

‘Yeah, well I didn’t. What’s the point? She’s a child, not a fucking calendar. She don’t even know what day it is let alone when her birthday is. It’s not like she won’t have another one is it? It was a bleeding waste of time, so I got myself a new Mulberry handbag off the girls in the sauna. The way I saw it, if I was happy then that little mare would be.’

Nicky shook his head. He wanted to be horrified but it just didn’t cut it. He was as much as to blame as Gina, if not more. After all, Harley was his niece, she wasn’t Gina’s blood.

‘Okay, maybe you’re right Gina, but we need to be more careful. At least look like you’re buying Harley something. I picked up Johnny’s money from one of his men this morning. Apparently he was a little short so it’s not as much as usual …’

Nicky trailed off, feeling Gina’s eyes boring into him. He could tell she didn’t believe him and she was absolutely right not to. It was coming to something when he had to rip off the person he was in league with in order to rip someone else off.

He took the cash out of his pocket and discreetly counted it out on the table, feeling the inquisitive eye of Lola Harding looking at him. Gina quickly took the money, wetting her fat finger to separate and count out the notes. She spoke as she mentally counted.

‘Nicky, this is the third time in a row now you’ve pulled me up short. I suggest for your sake this is the last time. I’ve got two rules. Never trust a junkie and never trust a bloke who’d rip off his family. You, darlin’, fall into both them rules. There’s a hundred short here and I want it.’

Nicky rubbed his eyes. This wasn’t who he was but it certainly was what he’d become. He hated dealing with the likes of Gina, hated avoiding his sister, and most of all, hated not being able to give his niece the life she deserved. It was if his own shitty childhood was happening all over again – only this time it was happening to Harley.

When Maggie had got nicked he’d been inconsolable, blaming himself for her predicament. He knew that if he’d only picked up the pills within the hour like he’d said he would, rather than getting wasted on coke, his sister would’ve never been nicked in the first place. Maggie had been warm and understanding as always, but the kinder she was to him the more it’d sent him spiralling.

Nicky could deal with cruelty, with hatred, with pain – but he couldn’t handle compassion. So he’d taken more and more coke, sometimes for days on end without sleeping. Then one day he’d woken up covered in his own blood after being bang on it for three days and he knew then he was in trouble. Not that he hadn’t known it before. He’d been taking the stuff since he was twelve but it was only then he’d realised he wasn’t ever going to get out of it alive.

Harley had been a problem after Thelma had left. Johnny had been desperate for her to be looked after but also desperate to distance himself from the whole situation, and not having Maggie around had thrown him. Then Johnny had asked Nicky if he could help out. Apart from having plenty of time for Johnny after seeing the way he made Maggie happy, he’d immediately seen it as a way of earning a quick buck. He’d spoken to Gina about having Harley and the moment she’d known there was something in it for her, she’d been onboard, sticking to it like a whore on a dick.

His mother had been happy to go along with the idea as well; unable to look after Harley on her own, she was more than happy for someone else to take on the responsibility. Everyone was happy to turn a blind eye to what was going on. Everyone, including himself, was happy to let down Maggie. The one person he knew that deserved so much more. So much more than anyone had ever given her.

At first, Johnny had given him two hundred pounds a week for Harley; more than enough for a little girl, though not enough to feed his habit as well as Gina’s greed. Nicky had pushed for more, until he’d been getting almost six hundred pounds a week from Johnny.

Most weeks he divided the six hundred pounds equally between Gina and himself but sometimes like today, he’d skim a little bit extra. It’d all been working nicely until he started to get into debt and Gina had started to feed nothing much more than beans on toast to his niece, not bothering to buy any clothes or toys for her either.

‘She’s lucky she’s got felt pens, Nicky. When I was a kid I had nothing but me own bleeding shadow to play with and sometimes even that didn’t want to play with me,’ had been Gina’s reply when he’d confronted her for the way she was looking after Harley. He could do nothing else but settle for her answer. Slowly he’d stopped bothering to ask any questions.

Nicky pulled back his head in disgust from the stinking belch Gina let out.

‘Nicky, I want me money otherwise I’ll have to start opening me mouth. And another thing, I hope you don’t think you’ll put me at the bottom of the list with the money you owe. Don’t think I’ll be a soft bleeding touch; I ain’t a cashmere jumper. When Gary gets his money, I want mine – or like I said, I’m talking. And the first person I’m opening me mouth about is Maggie.’

Nicky was so angry with himself. How the fuck had he got himself into this mess? He couldn’t let Gina serve his sister up on a plate – he’d already done enough damage – but how he was going to stop it, he didn’t know.

‘Listen Gina, leave Maggie out of things. She’s only just come out. I’ll sort your money.’

Gina leant over the table and poked Nicky in the chest, feeling how skinny he was when she did so.

‘Well that’s my point: she’s only been out a few days and she’s already causing problems. Coming round to me as if she’s the bleeding Gestapo.’

‘She’s just worried about Harley.’

‘I like our arrangement and I don’t want Maggie spoiling it, but I also want to get what’s properly owed to me. Stop playing the dumb fucking blonde Nick, and then there won’t be a problem.’

‘You’re a nasty bitch, Gina Daniels. You can have a problem with me but don’t have one with Maggie. She doesn’t deserve it, so leave her alone.’

‘I don’t give a shit what you think about me, Nicky. You were quick enough to come to me before and I’m happy to continue our little set-up. But I won’t be ripped off. I’m telling you you’ve got two choices; either come up with the money quickly, or I’m talking. And to add to your problems I’ll set Gary on you like a pack of hungry fucking dogs.’

Nicky could feel the cold sweat running down his back.

‘Leave it with me Gina, okay?’

‘Fine by me. Anyway I’ve got to get back. Maggie’s with Harley and she asked me to be back by three. Oh and Nicky, no hard feelings eh?’

Gina got up, struggling to remove herself from behind the table. Nicky knew that if he was going to try to save Maggie and stop Gina doing anything stupid he was going to have to come up with a good plan – and quickly.

Nicky felt a hand on his shoulder and saw Lola standing next to him, a look of concern on her ageing face.

‘A word of advice, love, from an old brass. There’s only one thing you’ll get from Gina Daniels and that’s trouble.’

Nicky smiled weakly at Lola, her words resonating in his head. He didn’t need to hear it because he already knew it.

Trouble was coming at him from all angles, and he didn’t know what the hell he was going to do.

Johnny Taylor stood at his bedroom door for a moment, listening to his mother’s raised voice and his father’s even louder one. Since his Aunt Lorna had arrived there’d been nothing but tension in the house. He wasn’t quite sure why his mother had her acrylic claws out for his auntie. Whatever the reason though, almost overnight his mother had become like a deranged ferret with a rat in its mouth.

He could see Lorna liked to have a moan, but then so did all women. She seemed alright to him. He really didn’t want to spend time thinking or hearing about it. He’d more important things to think about than two women arguing over fuck all.

He closed the door and the room fell silent. That was the beauty of having soundproof doors. His mother had insisted on it, telling him she didn’t want to ‘hear her baby shagging the whole of bleeding Soho.’ Johnny smiled sadly to himself, knowing the reality wasn’t so simple.

Yes, he’d shagged about. Who hadn’t? But since Maggie he’d only had the odd indiscretion, mainly caused by going on one of his legendaries. But even if his dick had gone astray now and again, his heart never had. He’d always had it firmly in one place; with Maggie.

The day they got married had been the best day of his life. They’d travelled to Birmingham. The weather had been shit and if he remembered rightly the only way the strangers they’d asked to be witnesses could’ve been less interested in the wedding ceremony was if they’d been dead, but it hadn’t mattered to him or Maggie. Even if immediately after the service they’d both had to go their separate ways. For him, who’d never put himself in the category of being romantic and had always pulled a face when Saucers set off on her romantic bandwagon, it’d been a magical day.

Johnny snorted out loud at the word
magical
. He was being soft and it was pointless reminiscing as if he was Soho’s answer to Omar Sharif,
especially
when he’d fucked things up so expertly with Harley.

He could understand how Maggie felt about their daughter being with Gina, but what he
hadn’t
understood was when she’d told him about Harley being in rags. He’d been forking out hundreds of pounds a week for her upkeep and even though there was always plenty of money around from the clubs and the hookers his dad ran, Frankie always made him accountable for every penny he took.

It’d started to get harder and harder to get the money past his dad, and even though he hadn’t said anything, Johnny had a feeling he was starting to get suspicious. Saucers had even told him Frankie had accused one of the clip joint girls behind the bar of siphoning money. There’d been no fall to take, but if it’d come down to it, Johnny had a feeling he would’ve let the girl take the blame rather than even attempt to tell his father what he’d needed the money for.

His father was everything to him and he’d always given him
everything he wanted. Money and love had all come to him in abundance, so Johnny hated having to keep part
of his
life a secret. He would’ve given anything for his parents to embrace the situation, but he knew it was impossible.

There’d been the odd time where he’d brought up the Donaldsons in conversation, steering it towards Maggie, hoping to hear something other than vitriol directed towards the whole family. But he never did. It was always the same. ‘Why are you bothering your head over that lot, Johnny?’ His mother would say to him.

‘No reason. I was just thinking, maybe they’re all not bad … Perhaps the girl, Maggie I think her name is, perhaps she’s different to the rest of them.’

His father would snort scornfully. ‘Different? How could she be bleeding different? When you’ve been brought up by scum Johnny, that’s what you are. Scum. They’re animals the whole lot of them.’

And that’s how it always went. No room, no opportunity to plead his and Maggie’s case. His family’s mind was made up. The hatred ran fast and deep for the Donaldsons. And it was clear to Johnny that there would be nothing he could say or do to ever change that.

Johnny’s phone rang. Although the caller ID was hidden, he decided to answer it anyway.

‘Yup.’

Johnny listened to the person on the other end. It was Sheila Donaldson. And he was completely thrown by it. Never before had she called him – never before would she have risked it. So he continued to listen to the voice which was full of anxiety, curious to hear what Maggie’s mother had to say.

Putting down the phone, Johnny sat motionless at the end of his bed, letting the information sink in. He couldn’t believe what he’d just heard. Maggie was contemplating giving Harley up. And Sheila Donaldson had phoned to tell him he needed to do something because she feared for her daughter. Feared it would break her Maggie’s heart.

Johnny looked quickly at the green neon clock on his bedroom wall. He needed to get it sorted. He’d had an idea but he wanted to run it past Saucers before he put it to Maggie. That’s if Maggie would speak to him again. He couldn’t blame her if she didn’t. First, however, he planned to give Gina a little visit to see exactly what she was doing with his money. More importantly, to see what she was doing with his daughter.

Maggie bent over the sink and washed her face. The cold water felt soothing. She’d spent the last few hours with Harley, just the two of them having fun. They’d been to Hyde Park and Harley had squealed with delight as they’d fed the ducks. Then she’d burst into tears as they’d chased after her, wanting the bread she held in her hand.

They’d gone to the children’s park where they’d swung high and low towards the tops of the trees. They’d made themselves dizzy by going on the roundabout too many times and then before all too long, it’d been over. Maggie had had to take Harley back to Gina’s so she could come to see her mother. Harley had cried. She had cried. It just wasn’t fair. Mainly though, it wasn’t fair for Harley. And the more she thought about it, the more Maggie realised that the decision she’d made was the right one.

As Maggie stood up from the sink she let out a gasp. In the mirror, staring blankly at her was Tommy.

‘Tommy … Jesus. You gave me a fright.’

‘Did I, Maggie? I thought you were the brave one.’

Maggie looked at Tommy. He looked pale and she could see sweat dripping down his forehead. He was clenching and unclenching his fist. Maggie took a step towards him but he stepped back quickly.

‘Tommy, why don’t you come downstairs, babe? Mum’s making the tea.’