Black Widow (Annie Carter, Book 2)
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In Dirty Game, Annie Bailey was an East End Madam. In Black Widow she’s queen of the gangs and trying to save her daughter’s life…
Annie Bailey had done it all; Madam, mistress and Gangster's moll. Now she's Annie Carter, and she taking over the East End.
Annie knew that it wouldn't last. Everything was going so well; she was living in Majorca, had Max Carter - the head of the Carter firm by her side, and had given him a beautiful daughter, Layla. But if there was one thing life had taught her, it was that everything could change in the blink of an eye. One minute she's lying by the pool, the next she's out cold. When she comes round Max and Layla are gone.
It's not long before she gets the demands. They want money or she'll be getting her little girl back in pieces…
There's only one thing Annie can do, she heads back to the East End of London and gathers the Carter firm together. Someone has snatched her husband and child. Now there's a score to settle, and it's being settled Annie Carter style…
ready to turn against her hosts at a moment’s notice, the greedy, treacherous cow. Annie promised herself that she wasn’t even started with Jeanette and Jimmy yet, not by a long shot. She froze as she saw the back door start to swing inward and she held her breath when she saw who was standing there. ‘Vee? Dan?’ Una called softly. Una. Una really was in on it too. Annie felt sick and dizzy with rage. Una had watched her suffer, had enjoyed her suffering. All that smirking and stalking about
Crew-cut pale brown hair. Chippy blue eyes. A chiselled, stern face and a cruel mouth. Immaculately turned out in black coat and sharp suit. All the Carter crowd were snappy dressers. But Ross knew not to be deceived by that. Beneath all the flash, the Carter mob were dangerous. None more so than this one. ‘What the fuck do you want?’ Ross bulked himself up like a threatened toad so that he filled the front doorway. Jimmy gave the younger man a look. ‘Civility,’ he said. ‘What?’ ‘Mrs Carter
Oscars for True Grit. None of it meant a damned thing to her. Ellie was spilling toast crumbs over the table as she devoured her breakfast, and Dolly was looking at Ellie as a mother would look at a difficult child. Annie had questioned Dolly about Ellie’s surprise return to the fold, and Dolly had said: ‘I felt sorry for the silly tart, all right? I know she’s a bit two-faced …’ ‘A bit?’ ‘But don’t everyone deserve a second chance in life?’ So here they all were, together again. ‘When I was
supposed to be able to do that? ‘Yeah,’ she told Tony. She didn’t feel strong enough right now to argue the toss. ‘Mr Barolli’s expecting me. And Jimmy okayed it.’ Her soul was never going to get to heaven, wasn’t that what her mother Connie had always told her? It was bad to lie, she was a wicked girl. Maybe that was it – maybe this was what they called karma, payback for what she’d done to poor Ruthie. Annie had lost Max and her child had been taken from her. Maybe she deserved all this shit.
to shove my personal arrangement again, Mrs Carter?’ he asked. Annie gulped down a calming breath and finally shook her head. ‘No, I’m not going to say that.’ He looked at her curiously. ‘What, then?’ Annie thought: Here we go. ‘I’m going to ask you if you’ve got a key for this door. People seem to keep bursting in on us.’ Constantine stood up, came around the desk, walked over to where she stood. He took a small key out of his jacket pocket, put it in the lock and turned it. Oh fuck it