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âWe said a week, Ashley. We agreed. Itâs time to pay up; only suddenly youâve disappeared off the radar. Not to be seen or heard from by any fucker. Not answering my calls. It doesnât look good, Ashley, does it? The fact Iâm having to chase you for whatâs mineâŠâ Sam shook his head to emphasise his disappointment. âIn fact, it almost looks as if youâre purposely mugging us off. Making us out to be a couple of cunts.â
Ashley shook his head, finally realising the enormity of the situation and the real danger heâd put himself in. The brothers were capable of murder, and the only thing stopping Russ from beating him to death was Samâs instruction. Ashley needed to try and keep Sam onside and explain.
âNo, Sam. Iâm not. Honest⊠I was sorting it.â He cradled his head; the pain inside his skull was excruciating. The truth was Ashley had no way of getting his hands on that kind of money. Only he wasnât going to admit that out loud. Right now, he needed to focus on making these two men believe that he could get it. Otherwise theyâd set upon him again, and Ashley wasnât sure that he could take much more. Theyâd end up killing him.
âIâve had a lot going on. My missus is about to drop our firstbornâŠâ
âYeah, we heard. Shame you left your missus on her own tonight. Be a real shame if one of our boys was on his way round to yours to dish out a little warning to you. Guess heâll have to leave her a message for you,â Russ taunted.
âPlease. Thereâs no need to drag them into this. I will get your money. I swear. I just need a bit more time,â Ashley begged.
As sick and twisted as these two were, even they wouldnât stoop as low as to hurt a pregnant woman, surely?
âItâs out of our hands now, mate,â Russ sneered, enjoying the look of terror on Ashleyâs face as the man winced.
âFuck!â Ashley said, screwing his eyes shut in despair at the thought of these animals hurting Shelby.
And even if this was just a veiled threat to scare him, the last thing he needed was the Bolands paying Shelby a visit full stop. Because sheâd go running straight to her old man the first chance she got. Then heâd really be in the shit. Pete would kill him for dragging his precious daughter into this mess.
âYouâve got forty-eight hours, Ashley! Do you understand?â Sam said now, looming over Ashley and glaring down at him closely, his words concise and loaded with intent so that Ashley understood.
âH-h-how am I going to get that k-k-kind of money, Sam, in two days?â Ashley said, glad that for now the beating had stopped. Only his dilemma was far from over. There was no way that Ashley would be able to get his hands on the ÂŁ20k he owed the brothers in such a short time. Otherwise, he would have done so already and saved himself the kicking.
âThat ainât our fucking problem, mate, and I think the words you are looking for are âthank youâ! Weâre doing you a favour, mate!â Russ interjected then, narrowing his eyes as he continued to glare at Ashley with disdain.
Russ had come across a lot of men like Ashley over the years. Chancers. Ponces. Men that, when it came down to it, wouldnât know what integrity was if it hit them full force in the face with a bat.
âThanks⊠Thank you.â
âForty-eight hours, Ashley. No more, no less, so you do what needs to be done. Beg. Borrow. Fucking steal. Just make sure you get every last penny to us.â
âThis is yet another lifeline, Ashley,â Sam said. âBecause trust me, my brother could happily finish you off right now.â
Ashley nodded as he tried to sit up. Crouching awkwardly on the wet ground, he winced as his head throbbed at the sudden movement. Aware that Russ was capable of committing his murder and grateful for the lifeline that Sam was throwing him. That he wasnât going to die. Not tonight, at least.
âIâll get it. You have my wordâŠâ
âOh, fucking behave!â Russ roared with laughter. âThis spineless, gutless, poncing little weasel has given us his word, Sam.â Russ shook his head before spitting out a gob of phlegm in Ashleyâs face. âYouâre so full of shit, mate. It wouldnât surprise me if you were conceived by your mother taking it up the arse. Your word donât mean shit to us. We want our money.â
Nodding profusely, Ashley let the two men know that he heard and understood them completely, then watched as they turned and walked back down the alleyway before he collapsed back down onto the cold, wet floor and stared up at the black night sky.
His clothes were torn and covered in blood. His whole body was burning in pain. Closing his eyes, desperate to fight back the tears that threatened, he was grateful for the small mercy of being alive. But he was well aware that there wouldnât be any more chances after this. Somehow, he was going to have to get the Boland brothers their money.
He thought of Shelby then.
He grabbed his phone from his pocket; he needed to warn her.
Though seeing all the missed calls, Ashleyâs finger hovered over the voicemail button instead. Wincing as he listened to the newest message. The usual barrage of abuse as Shelby screamed down the phone at him, calling him every name under the sun.
Only this time she said that sheâd had enough. That she was going to her parentsâ house.
Ashley hung up. Part of him felt relieved; despite the inevitable fallout from his disgruntled in-laws that was to come, at least Shelby would be safe.
She wouldnât be home to open the door if any unexpected visitors turned up at the flat tonight.
Because Ashley knew that Sam and Russ meant it when they said theyâd send someone to pay Shelby a visit, and if they did that then all hell would
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