Thrilling, dangerous and compulsive, Avenged is perfect for fans of Martina Cole and Kimberley Chambers.
You make a deal with the devil; you pay your dues…
Franny Doyle has always known that her father Patrick has been up to no good. After all you don’t become one of London’s number one gangsters without ruffling a few feathers along the way. Still, she adores her dad and she knows that he would lay down his life for her – she is his number one girl and he has taught her everything she knows.
But when something terrible happens to Patrick, Franny realises that he has some very dangerous enemies. Delving into Patrick’s past, Franny becomes involved in a high-stakes game. She’s not afraid. Patrick has taught her to be a fighter and she’s determined to make him proud, even if it means paying the ultimate price – her own life.
come home in between.’ Sister Margaret supported Father Ryan in his contempt at Fergus’s suggestion. She spat out her words. ‘That will not be appropriate. We cannot allow Mary to walk around the village in her condition. What message does it give out?’ For many years, probably as far back as he could remember, Fergus O’Flanagan had never stood up for himself, especially against Father Ryan. He’d been pushed around all his life and he’d no doubt that he’d continue to be pushed around, but
sex trafficking business a while back; one of the reasons he’d fallen out with his best friend, Vaughn Sadler. Alfie was an arrogant harbour shark who thought he was God’s gift, and there was no way she was going to let him near enough to even get a bite. Franny ignored Alfie. Patrick’s departure was clearly something to do with him – quite what, she didn’t know, but anything to do with Alfie Jennings was bound to cause trouble. She knew Alfie was desperate for money, and desperate men did
O’Sheyenne. The text message simply read: Time’s run out … Merry Christmas. ‘Well?’ Matter-of-factly, Patrick answered. ‘Like I say, it was nobody.’ Going to sit on the couch, Patrick patted the large leather sofa, encouraging her to come and sit down next to him. He needed to talk to her. Now more than ever. ‘Franny, will you do something for me?’ Eagerly, Franny answered. ‘Anything, Patrick. You know I will.’ ‘I want you to go to New York.’ Franny looked puzzled. ‘New York?’ ‘Yes.’
happens – always know that you were worth it. I have no regrets.’ With that, Patrick turned and left, leaving Franny alone in the room listening to the ticking clock, feeling more confused than ever. 33 ‘Are you coming, then?’ Franny stood in the doorway wearing a thick grey cashmere coat. Next to her stood Cab, who was also dressed to brave the weather. ‘I don’t think so.’ Patrick spoke as he sat by the large bespoke walled fire, mesmerised by the flames as they danced and weaved. ‘For me.
‘Do you want me to throw her out, Alfie?’ The woman folded her arms and stared at Franny haughtily. Franny walked up to the woman. She spoke quietly, keeping eye contact with her at all times. ‘If anyone is going to do any throwing out it’ll be me; but be my guest and try it.’ The woman, about to say something else, saw the steely look in Franny’s eye and quickly thought better of it; instead she looked at Alfie and whined. ‘Alfie baby, you ain’t going to let her talk to me like that, are