Lenny had been all over Lil once and all over them as well; he had been the answer to their prayers after his father's death. Then one day he had just stopped coming round and his mother had been left with two more children and Patrick had been old enough by then to understand exactly what the ponce had done to her. He had taken on the mantle of breadwinner then and it had landed him in the poke. Now he was a grown man and he was not about to let anyone interfere with his family ever again. His mother had kept them together no matter what and he was determined to take the onus off her, to take the mantle of breadwinner on himself once more, as his father would have wanted him to, have expected him to. Now he had settled back in and had a working knowledge of what was going on around him, he could work out a proper plan of action at last.

'Hello, Lil.' Lenny was smiling at her and Lil noticed that his teeth had become grey since they had last talked properly. From his red flushed face to the veins across his cheeks, he looked what he was now, a drinker. Lenny was old, he was like a parody of the man he had once been. Seeing Lenny like this was awful; for all that he had done to her, she didn't wish him any ill. She had learned a long time ago that bad things happened to people soon enough; they didn't need her wishing it on them. As her mum always said, what goes around, comes around. It seemed it had come around to Lenny sooner than any of them had thought. Lil smiled easily, not letting any of her pity or her nervousness come through. She looked cool and this pleased her. 'To what do we owe this pleasure, then?'

Lenny shrugged; that annoying, heavy-shouldered shrug that gave the impression of complete indifference to whoever was talking to him at the time. She had seen him do that to so many people she had actually forgotten just how irritating he could be.

He was watching her and, he had to admit, she looked good considering her age and the fact she had birthed seven kids. But then, Lil had the kind of skin that most women would kill for, and he knew that first-hand, he had seen every inch of her.

'This is my club, Lil. I don't see how you can question me about coming in here, do you?'

As always, he was making a point, trying to remind her of things best left forgotten. He couldn't help himself; he had to hurt and wound, make people feel they were inferior to him. For once, Lil took the bait. After the night she'd had she was suddenly up for a row. Who did he think he was? Who did he think he was talking to?

'With respect, Len, this was actually my club long before it was ever yours, remember. My husband bought it many years ago and you just took it, didn't you, after he was murdered?'

Lenny was shocked at her words. Lil could have a row, he knew, but she had never brought up anything like that before. She'd never once alluded to how her husband's assets had been divvied up. He wondered now if she had ever mentioned any of those things to her sons. They were big men now and he knew they were at an age when they wanted to prove themselves. Lance was safe enough but now that Pat was home, he was getting fucking ambitious and so was this woman here, by all accounts. He would have to watch her, she was under the mistaken impression that she had something of value to say. Always a bad move where women were concerned.

'You talking to me, Lil?' He was, as always, on his dignity when he felt he was being undermined and insulted.

Lil grinned then, remembering just how awkward a bastard he could be. 'Don't you want to know how the kids are, Lenny?'

Lenny loved the question in her voice, the utter disbelief that he didn't care about her wonderful kids. He had made sure she had her work cut out; two of them at close quarters but, like all his paramours, once they had produced, he had no more interest in them.

Lenny smiled and she saw the lines on his face and the way his hair was thinning and she actually felt sorry for him. He had taken her at her lowest ebb, taken everything she had. Not just from her, but from her kids as well. Then he had given her a job in this place, the place she helped set up, and now he was loath to hand over a few quid for the kids she had given him.

'You're a piece of work, Lenny. You have two gorgeous kids and you ain't got a fucking ounce of compassion for either of them, have you?'

Lenny shook his head and laughed again, the false laugh that he really believed made him seem sophisticated, a man of the world. 'I couldn't give a flying fuck, Lil. They mean nothing to me, love. None of my kids do; the fact they arrived through a cunt speaks volumes, if you'll excuse the pun.'

He was laughing again and Lil felt the hurt once more; when he dismissed the kids like that, she knew she was capable of really harming him. She could feel her hands clenching into fists. If some of his so-called mates heard him at times she knew they would not believe their ears. He could be so hateful and so vicious and the worst thing was, he enjoyed it.

'Well, assuming your mother gave birth to you, then it stands to reason that you travelled into the world through a cunt yourself so at least your kids have got one thing in common with you, eh?'

He was finally silent and she knew that just for once she had got the better of him. Her toughness had attracted him but it was always brought to the fore when anyone or anything threatened her children. She was like a wild animal in that respect and as she was now, proud and angry, he remembered her attraction. He had used her, he knew, but it had not been a hardship. She was faceable if you didn't crave youth.

There was a tap on the door then and Lil opened it quickly, her anger already subsiding because she knew it was pointless.

Ivana stood there with a smile that said she was expected.

Lenny peered at her. She really was a good-looking girl, full-breasted for all her skinniness, with thick blond hair that made her seem healthier than she probably was and she knew how to look at a man; to make him feel desired and wanted. But it was too professional for his liking, even though he had already given her a whirl and he knew she was worth keeping as a back-up bird. Brasses were good like that, they didn't expect anything from you; a few quid and a good time would suffice.

Lenny saw the look in Lil's eyes and enjoyed her discomfort; the reminder that she was not a spring chicken any more. That youth was all around her and he had access to it any time he wanted. He knew the best way to place his foot firmly on her neck was to make her feel old and unwanted.

'What do you want?' Lil's voice was dismissive and Ivana waited for Lenny to invite her in, to show Lil that she was someone to reckoned with, someone of note.

Lenny watched it all with his usual closed expression and, being the contrary man he was, looked at Ivana with a puzzled frown and asked, 'Well, you heard the woman, what do you want?'

Lil felt sorrow at the girl's flushed face and knew the humiliation she was feeling. She didn't enjoy it because she had been on the receiving end of it so many times herself.

Lenny walked to where she stood and went to shut the door in her face. 'You want to sort those girls out, Lil. They are getting above their stations, if you ask me. What a fucking liberty, brasses thinking they are welcome in polite company.'

'Oh why don't you fuck off, Lenny.' Lil's voice was so loud and so protective that as Ivana walked away, she felt the first stirrings of gratitude and respect for the woman she had despised up until a few minutes ago.

'Why do you do it? Why do you have to destroy everyone you come in contact with?'

Lenny didn't answer her. She was asking him a genuine question and, for once in his life, he was considering giving her a genuine answer. He could see the disgust in her eyes, the dislike in her face and the anger in her body language. He observed it without feeling.