Wormwood Scrubs prison wasn’t the best holiday resort that Johnny Preston had ever visited, but for the first time since he had been banged-up, he had a spring in his step again.
Roy waking up from his coma had been a massive weight off Johnny’s shoulders. His brief had told him that he would now only be up for attempted murder, plus a firearms charge, and if he were lucky, could be out in eight or ten years. Billy One Ear being banged-up on his wing had been another plus. Billy was from his old stamping ground, and they had often drunk in the same pubs together in South London back in the day. Billy had been given a ten stretch for armed robbery, and he was the daddy of the wing. Johnny, being his pal, was now shown massive respect by the other lags which suited Johnny’s ego no end. It also made prison life a damn sight easier.
The third reason why Johnny was in such a chirpy mood was because of the letters he’d received today. His daughter had written to him to apologize for speaking out about his fling. She had asked Johnny to write back to her and told him that she forgave him and would always love him no matter what.
The other letter had been a real bolt out of the blue. It had been from his sister who he hadn’t spoken to or seen for years since a family argument. Judy was also keen to build bridges. She had given him her new address and wanted to visit him.
Johnny re-read his daughter’s letter. He was amazed by how mature she suddenly sounded. Joanna had always been good at English, but seeing as she had only just turned thirteen, she wrote as well as any adult he knew. Perhaps she might really make something of her life one day and become an author or a journalist?
Grinning from ear to ear as he read the PS line at the bottom again, Johnny folded the letter carefully and put it under his mattress for safe-keeping. Joanna had asked for a visiting order, she wanted to see him, and while he had his daughter’s love, Johnny could handle anything else that prison life might chuck his way. The old Preston spirit was back with a bang.
Feeling like a condemned man on death row, Michael trudged up his mother’s stairs. ‘You all right, babe? What you doing?’ he asked his girlfriend. Nancy was sitting on their bed with her suitcase by her side.
Nancy had promised herself that she would not cry, but looking at the bewildered expression on her boyfriend’s face, she could not help her tears. ‘I am so sorry, Michael, but I am moving back to my parents. I love you and always will, but I want to have my own children. I don’t want to raise somebody else’s.’
Michael sat down on the edge of the bed. ‘Nance, if I could change Denise getting pregnant, then I would, babe. Yes, I will have to support the child, but I swear I will have fuck all to do with her. She trapped me, why should I? It’s you I love and you I want kids with.’
Nancy shook her head. ‘You say all that, Michael, but I know you don’t really mean it. You’re not ready for us to get a place of our own, let alone get married and have kids. I might be young, but I’m not stupid. I saw the look of fright in your eyes that last time I mentioned us getting hitched.’
Michael stood and paced up and down the room. He really wasn’t ready to propose, but what choice did he have? ‘I don’t think you know me quite as well as you think you do, Nance. If you did, then why would I have bought you this?’ Michael asked, chucking the red velvet box on the bed next to Nancy.
Nancy had always been a bit of a romantic at heart. At the age of fourteen she had played Juliet in her school play and had been awaiting her very own Romeo to whisk her off her feet ever since. Picking up the box, Nancy opened it and gasped. It was a beautiful engagement ring with a big diamond in the centre and two smaller stones either side. ‘Oh Michael, it’s beautiful.’
Michael dropped to one knee and grabbed his girlfriend’s hand. ‘I still don’t want to rush into anything, babe, but surely getting engaged proves how I feel about you? Please don’t let this Denise crap spoil what we have.’
‘Getting engaged still doesn’t change the fact that another girl is carrying your child, Michael. Anyway, I’ve told my mum that I’m moving back home now.’
Michael placed the ring on the third finger of Nancy’s left hand. ‘Please don’t leave me, Nance. Agree to marry me instead.’
Donald Walker was not a man to show much emotion, but inwardly he was thrilled that his daughter would be returning home this evening. He was still annoyed that Nancy had got herself involved with Michael Butler in the first place, but he was willing to forgive even if it might take him a long while to forget.
At ten to eight, Mary sat by the phone willing it to hurry up and ring. ‘Go and put your jacket on, Donald, and get me a coat. We’ll be leaving in a minute and it’s chilly outside tonight.’
Christopher scowled at his mother. He thought his parents were being far too lenient with Nancy, considering how badly she had treated them.
The sound of the phone bursting into life made Mary jump. ‘Hello, love. Me and your dad are ready. Where do you want us to pick you up from?’
Nancy took a deep breath. ‘Mum, I’m so sorry. Please don’t hate me, but I’m not coming home now.’
‘What! Why? The Butlers aren’t stopping you from leaving, are they? If they’ve threatened you, you must tell me, Nancy.’
Nancy felt awful as she plucked up the courage to tell her mother the truth. ‘No, Mum. It’s nothing like that. Michael bought me a beautiful engagement ring, so I’ve agreed to stay and give our relationship another go.’
As a huge racking sob escaped from her lips, Mary dropped the phone in shock.
With Debbie’s stark warning still fresh in her mind, Karen felt edgy when Vinny suggested they both take a night off work and he take her out for a nice meal instead. ‘Aw, thanks for asking, Vin, but to be honest I’m not that hungry and I’d rather just work.’
‘Don’t be daft. I’ll still pay you for your shift, babe. A pal of mine has a lovely steakhouse in Canning Town and I was gonna take you there.’
Karen shook her head. ‘You go with Ahmed. To be honest, I feel embarrassed because I got in a bit of a state again last night and I would rather face the staff and apologize immediately. I’ve made a decision. I’m not drinking any more alcohol, Vinny. I’m sticking to orange juice instead.’
Vinny was immediately alarmed. There was a very special reason why he had to take Karen to that particular restaurant this evening, and he was determined to get her there by hook or by crook. He sat down next to her on the sofa and put his hand on her knee. ‘Babe, I want us to get back together properly. I’ve taken things at a steady pace because I wanted to be sure about us first. I am sure now, and that’s why I’ve booked the restaurant tonight. You must have a drink. I’ve spent a fortune on champagne and it’s waiting for us on ice.’
Any earlier doubts about Vinny’s intentions towards her were banished from Karen’s mind. Grabbing Vinny’s hand, she led him towards the bedroom.
Vinny felt physically sick when Karen firstly stuck her tongue in his mouth, then tried to fondle his manhood. Knowing what was in store for her later, there was no way he could get a lob on. ‘I’m sorry, babe, but I want you so bad it’s making me feel nervous. Let’s go to the restaurant and we can come back here and get it on later, eh? I’ve been on my own for so long, I need a few drinks to relax me first,’ Vinny lied.
Feeling slightly embarrassed, Karen removed her
