Chapter Seven
We left the hotel early, around seven, as we had to collect luggage for the trip. I was both edgy and excited, Blackpool having a reputation for fun. With a sigh of relief we found everything intact.
“What’s up Dulce?” Ray asked leaping on the sound. “Not concerning yourself about something that ain’t got anything to do with you, eh?”
I don’t want to see you cut up by this blade geezer,” I said quite earnestly.
“Sweet baby. That’s real sweet. But be assured those f***s can’t send anything I can’t deal with. Anyway I reckon I busted Jerry’s jaw and he won’t be out of casualty anytime soon.”
“He could ring someone.” Monique suggested.
“Nah, he won’t be able to talk.”
“His mates could,” she persisted.
“For Christ’s sake Frenchie, can’t you see you’re upsetting Dulce.”
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