As teenagers, Maggie Donaldson and Johnny Taylor fell hard and fast in love. But they didn′t know they were from rival gangland families in London′s criminal underworld. Going public with their relationship would have brought them more trouble than they could handle, so for years they concealed the truth. But their house of cards won′t be safe for much longer.
Maggie′s violent father Max has always been out for the Taylors′ blood and treats his own family with barely more sympathy. There′s a long-buried reason for the vendetta that no one talks about, a secret so shocking it could tear each family - and Maggie and Johnny - apart...
A gritty story of bitter feuds and unbreakable bonds, Trapped is the perfect read for fans of Mandasue Heller and Martina Cole.
she couldn’t hear her cries. All these years Sheila knew she’d been waiting for this moment, waiting for something to happen so her invisible cage could be unlocked, allowing her to escape. At times she’d thought it would never happen. The times she’d been beaten and raped, and the times she’d failed her children by allowing them to suffer at the hands of her husband; all those times she’d only been an observer in her own life and she’d felt worthless. But something inside her had kept her
preferring instead to have his friends come to him. Mustering up some courage, Laila directed her question at her brother which she almost always did. ‘Is everything alright, Tariq?’ Before Tariq had a chance to say anything, Mahmood snarled at her, his strong Pakistani accent punctuating the words. ‘You bring dishonour on this family then you ask if everything’s alright?’ Laila sat up in her chair. Her face reflecting the puzzlement in her tone. ‘Dishonour? Tariq, what’s he talking about? I
of a broken bottle thrown in her face – and lastly, her mother’s eyes: wide, anxious and blue like her own. Maggie slowly nodded. She would keep the peace – at least for today she would. Stepping back from her father and facing her mother straight on, she spoke quietly and warmly with love in her eyes. ‘For you; I’ll do anything for you.’ Maggie touched her mother’s cheek then bent down slightly to kiss Sheila on her forehead. ‘It’s good to see you Mum. I’ve missed you.’ Max Donaldson watched
everything she can do to be nice.’ Open-mouthed, Gypsy looked at her husband, only for Lorna to pipe up first. ‘Leave it, Frankie, if she don’t want to spend any time with me that’s fine. I’ll just sit in my room.’ Gypsy turned on Lorna, amazed at the cheek of the woman and feeling upset at being backed into a corner by both her and Frankie. ‘Firstly, sweetheart, it ain’t your room. Secondly, don’t play the martyr; I can see exactly what you’re doing.’ Lorna spoke in a slippery tone. ‘I don’t
didn’t have the resources ain’t going to be on his headstone.’ ‘I’m sorry; it’s got to come all the way over from Colindale.’ ‘I’ll go and get it from Colindale, I’ll send one of my men; just tell me how to help save my son.’ The pain dominated Frankie’s voice and he didn’t bother wiping the tears away as they fell and listened to the doctor’s reply. ‘You going to get it wouldn’t be any quicker. I’ve got one of my consultants to bleep Moorlands Blood Bank to see if they’ve got just one more