Taken

‘You know exactly. Dad’s been shagging about for as long as I can remember. And you know something? I don’t blame him one little bit.’

The pain of the slap on Casey’s cheek from her mother stung less than the pain from the hurt and humiliation it caused. The midwives rushed forward and started to usher Casey’s mother out of the room.

‘No Mum, please stay! Can you let her stay please?’

The Chinese midwife first looked at Casey and then her mother before speaking.

‘You can stay if she wants you to.’

‘Mum?’

Casey watched her mother’s eyes narrow and a stony expression appear on her face as another contraction began to take hold.

‘It’s fine. My daughter’s made her feelings abundantly clear. I’m sure she’ll manage just exceptionally on her own. She always does.’

‘Mum please, don’t go! Mum! Please, I’m scared!’

The banging of the labour room door reverberated round the little room. Less than an hour later Casey’s 9lb 8oz baby was born.

‘Can I see? Is everything okay?’

‘Everything’s fine, Casey, you did really well.’

‘Please can I see?’

The midwife looked sympathetically as she spoke.

‘It’s probably best you don’t; it’ll make it easier.’

The tears poured down Casey’s face as she begged the midwife in charge to listen to her.

‘Please, at least tell me if it’s a boy or a girl.’ It was the second time the labour room door had banged shut but it this time the noise sounded even louder to Casey as it hung in the air, mixed in parts with her scream.

Casey jolted herself up out of bed. She refused to lie there all night being melancholic. Moving back to the living room she started to search in her bag, hoping there was still some vodka left in the bottle she kept tucked away in case of emergencies.

CHAPTER SIX

‘I’ll give you fucking strict orders, mate.’ Janine Jennings’s face was red with anger as she pushed the bouncer in his chest, using the full force of her weight.

‘Let me fucking past, you great big lump of cunt.’

Vaughn smiled at Janine’s foul language. He’d known her for as long as he’d known Alfie and even though most of the time she tried to behave like an Essex princess sitting in her eight-bedroom mansion, the real East End girl came shining through when it mattered.

‘Now what’s all this?’

Janine turned at the sound of the familiar voice and saw Vaughn Sadler standing there with a bedraggled Emmie.

‘Where the fuck have you been, young lady? You’ve had me worried out of me bleedin’ mind. I drove up here like a bitch out of hell when I got your father’s message. You’ve got some explaining to do.’

‘I’m sorry Mum, I thought …’

‘You thought? Fuck me, Em, that’ll be a first.’

‘Don’t be too hard on her Jan; she’s had a bit of a rough evening.’

‘Hard on her, Vaughnie? She don’t know the meaning of it. Her father treats her like her shit’s made out of gold. I nearly choked on me fucking biryani when I got the message she was up West, and then when I got here this cunt said I can’t go in my own husband’s club!’

Vaughn saw Emmie start to cry again and he gave her a big hug, feeling sorry for her. He loved spending time with his goddaughter and he found her to be a sweet girl who was often overshadowed by Janine’s loving, but domineering personality.

Vaughn looked at the bouncer, who shrugged apologetically at him. He guessed Alfie had given him strict orders not to allow Janine in and it was probably worth more than the bouncer’s life to go against them.

It was a comedy club open to the public but he also knew it was a front for Alfie’s other business dealings. No doubt he didn’t want his wife poking around upstairs where he stashed a lot of his stolen goods.

Vaughn felt Emmie shiver and he brought her in closer to the warmth of his body. Alfie had asked him to take Emmie back to the club but now Janine had arrived he wasn’t quite sure what to do. He looked first at Emmie and then at Janine and decided to take matters into his own hands; as long as he kept an eye on Jan, it wouldn’t do any harm to take her inside. They could sit in the back room together until Alfie came back.

‘It’s fine; she’s with me, you can let her in.’

The bouncer didn’t get out of the way immediately and Vaughn not only noticed this but saw it as a blatant sign of disrespect. He grabbed hold hard of the bouncer’s crotch, making him double up in pain.

‘Don’t be an arsehole; get out of my way, shit-for-brains, otherwise your missus will have something else sliced up in her egg and bacon sarnie in the morning.’

Oscar had been wrong. When he’d left his flat he was certain nothing could’ve wiped away his good mood. Billy had done a good job cleaning up the bedroom, leaving it spotless and without any trace of the night before, and he’d been looking forward to the meeting to discuss the new business venture he and Alfie had branched into – but that had all changed after he’d been kept waiting. The only thing he felt like doing now was putting a knife in somebody’s head; preferably Alfie’s.

He’d been waiting nearly two hours, and as his good mood had been drained away by the passing of time and the countless comedians rehashing old jokes and expecting applause, Oscar’s head had started hurting and he’d been forced to take one of the migraine tablets he’d been given by one of his associates who dealt in pharmaceuticals.

The only part of the two-hour wait Oscar had enjoyed were the abusive heckles he’d shouted at the comedians. When Alfie went on stage, the audience were always pre-warned not to heckle. If anyone did, one of Alfie’s heavies would have a quiet word in their ear. Oscar remembered with a smile a man who thought he’d play tough guy and ignore the warnings; he was found later on in the evening outside Ronnie Scott’s with severe concussion and ‘funny cunt’ written on his forehead in black marker pen.

Oscar was about to get up and leave when he saw Vaughn walking into the club accompanied by an anorexic looking teenager and a woman who would put Ten Ton Bertha to shame. He quickly stooped down in his seat, not wanting to be spotted by Vaughn and having to engage in any more talk about fucking holidays.

Janine hadn’t ever been inside her husband’s club and she was impressed by what she saw. In the back of the large room was a stage, lit up by four huge disco balls with a dance floor in front of it. A DJ was on the stage playing a mix of classic soul tunes. Thick purple velvet curtains, which matched the velvet sofas and chairs placed round the room, hung down from the high ceiling framing the stage. There were different-shaped mirrors everywhere, and the long bar on the side wall was heaving with punters waiting to be served. It had everything. There were high-tech private booths at the back of the massive room complete with their own television and music players, and it looked to Janine as if business was doing very well. With that in mind, she continued to follow Vaughn into the back, making a mental note to ask her husband for a larger monthly allowance.

Half an hour later, Alfie walked into the back room, still wound up from the events of the night. He stopped dead in his tracks – causing Oscar to bang into the back of him – when he saw Janine sitting there eating her way through a large bag of crisps. He placed the pair of pliers, still stained with Jake’s blood, on the side and spoke angrily to his wife.

‘What’s the point in you having a mobile phone if you never answer it? You’re a fucking disgrace, Janine.’

‘Me? What about Emmie? It wasn’t me that sneaked out on heat chasing some guy.’

‘No, but pity the bloke if you were. Fuck me, you’re her mother! You should’ve been watching her.’

‘Stop it, both of you! I hate you! I hate you!’

Emmie screamed hysterically as she ran out of the room, leaving her parents open mouthed.

Oscar sat quietly watching this display; he’d known Alfie was married and had a kid but he’d never seen either of them until now. The daughter was pretty enough although she was evidently underweight, but the idea the handsome, womanising Alfie was married to the woman in front of him, whose right arm alone would feed the starving millions, took some believing.

Janine Jennings was about to open her mouth and chastise Alfie for upsetting Emmie but she saw the look in his eye and decided not to say another word.

She was furious with Emmie. Not just because her daughter had snuck off with a boy – she’d done that herself when she was the same age, and Emmie was no different to any other teenager – but she’d given her a fright, and when she got frightened she got angry; she’d always done that. The thought of something happening to her beloved daughter was unimaginable. Recently though, she’d noticed a change in Emmie; she’d become much more secretive and sullen, and Janine Jennings had a feeling there was more to it than just teenage love.