Micky Finn: The Evildoer 1: A Sexy Times Crime Romance Thriller (The London Irish) Read Online Free Page A

not saying anything.”
    “ I bet she was.”

    After the initial excitement had worn off, Danny felt guilty and ashamed for what he had done.  
    Natasha had been quite drunk. Despite his assurances, he hadn’t pulled out, inexperienced, it had been too much and he had quickly climaxed inside her.
    Like all young men, he had been less than emotionally supportive of Natasha in the days and weeks after her party, doing his best to avoid her. She felt equally as guilty and ashamed of their actions; not least because of Danny’s avoidance making her feel slightly used and rejected.
    Their brief minutes together, would however, have consequences for everyone long after the event.

NATASHA SAT IN the chair in her living room. Tears rolling down her cheeks. The morning sickness had been impossible to hide from her Mother who had been too fearful of the consequences not to hide it from her father. He paced furiously in front of the fire.
    “I trust you enough to leave you alone for one night and this is how you repay me?” Patrick said annoyed. “One night Natasha.”
    “I’m sorry,” she said quietly beneath her tears.
    “You’re fifteen! Fifteen years old! I didn’t put you through your education so you can get yourself knocked up by some local yob. What were you thinking?”
    “I love him.”
    “Love? What the hell do you know about love at fifteen. You are a child. Love! I supposed there was drink involved.”
    Natasha shrugged her shoulders, dabbing the tears from her face.
    “15 years old with a child.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Is this how I brought you up? The local slapper?”
    Natasha cried more. “It’s not like that! He was the only one.!”
    “Well you still got pregnant so what does that matter! You know what everyone at church is going to think.” He was furious. “I’d give you a bloody good hiding if you weren’t with child.”
    Natasha cried more.
    “Accidents happen,” Natasha’s mother, Maeve, said.
    “She’s fifteen!” Patrick said. “She shouldn’t even be having sex. She’s not even left school let alone got married.”
    “I’m sorry,” Natasha sobbed.
    “Well who is he?” asked Patrick. “And don’t you even think about protecting him. He’s answerable for this!”
    “I can’t!”
    “You remember who pays to keep the roof over your head young lady. I want to know who he is, or child or not you will feel the back of my hand.”
    “We have to know darling, it’s for the best,” said Maeve.
    “Danny.”
    “Danny who?”
    “Danny Finn,” said Natasha reluctantly before bursting into tears.
    Patrick exploded with rage. “You fucked one of the Finn boys?” he said with outraged shock. “I don’t believe I’m hearing this. It’s not bad enough you have to fornicate under my roof at your age but you have to do it with one of the Finn boys?”
    “Did he force you? You can tell us darling. Did he make you do it?” Maeve asked.
    “Don’t cover up for him! If he’s raped you I want him charged. It’s bloody rape anyway, she’s fifteen!”
    Natasha looked at them in horror. As much as she was scared of her father’s reaction there was no way she was going to let them accuse Danny of raping her.
    “No he didn’t rape me! I told you I love him! I wanted to!” She sobbed then looked at them. “I wanted him to do it. I started it!”
    Her father was incensed. He shook his head. “How do you know what you want at your age? Well whatever you say the boy took advantage of you and he’s going to pay for it!”
    Patrick stormed out.  
    “Daddy don’t! Please!” Natasha went out after him
    “Go to your room Natasha!” he barked at her. He pointed at her and scowled at Maeve.
    “She doesn’t leave the house. You understand me? You are grounded young lady!”
    Patrick stormed out, got in his Jaguar and roared off down the road in a plume of tyre smoke.

THE FINN FAMILY were sat eating dinner when Patrick hammered on the door.  
    “Daniel Finn get out