Adorable Retributive Missile: 3

By Jadella Gold

An intelligent twist of fate, VICK STERLING shows how a person really can change their stars. She grows from an insignificant child with no self-worth to a strong powerful woman turning, corruption, betrayal, bribery, and murder 180 degrees.

Vicky has completed her time inside and has now been freed back into society. But now she is tougher, smarter, dangerously devious, and wears a wig and gown.

Now, with the supremacy a barrister brings, and because of Vicky's deep abhorrence for the British justice system, she would be able to keep the people of her world this side of the bars. Vicky studied day and night to have the ability to seriously bend the law to suit her values, and to protect the people she cares about, and protect them she will!

TOO MUCH POWER CAN COME WITH CONSEQUENCES...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jadella Gold
• Release date: Feb 17, 2021
• ISBN: 9781393558927

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Adorable Retributive Missile

Jadella Gold

Cute Little Hand Grenade

Beautiful Ticking Time Bomb

Adorable Retributive Missile

Vicky’s Lovely Aftermath

Dangerous Delight

Wonderful Consequences

So far!

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Published by Jadella Gold Books.com, 2021

Copyright © Jadella Gold.

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ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

For my 3 wonderfully sons;

Danny; My first miracle who amazes me every day with his pure loveliness.

Max; My youngest treasure who touches the hearts of everyone he meets.

Christopher; the one in the middle who fills me with so much pride for the man/father he has become.

& his beautiful wife Charlotte, who has blessed me with my truly gorgeous grandson Jackson who has brought me so much happiness. And my beautiful little Granddaughter Lilly who is just a baby but if she grows to be half the person Jackson is she will be nothing short of perfect.

And never forgetting my dogs; Stella (RIP) Kiera, and my newest addition, Charlie.

And lastly my dad in heaven; The most loving man I have ever had the fortune of knowing.

Thank you all so much for being in my life, I love you all to the moon and back.

Chapter 1

Vicky Sterling was nervous as she entered the head screws office; they had either discovered that it was Vicky who had abetted in Carol and Claire’s break out.... She had been refused early release.......or she was finally getting the fuck out!

‘Ah, Vicky, please take a seat.’ The miserable cunt ordered without having the common decency to look up at her, nether the less, she did as told, and waited a perverse amount of time before she eventually moved her eyes up from what Vicky presumed was her file. The governor stared hard at her, void of any expression of which she might perhaps have been able to read. Vicky could feel beads of sweat forming on her forehead, and her left eye had begun to perform an involuntary twitch. ‘Come on bitch, I’m dying here!’

‘Miss Sterling.’ She paused again. ‘Miss Sterling.’

‘Yes?’                                                                   

‘You were convicted of murder, were you not?’ she frowned. She knew full well what her story was, why was she being an arse-hole about it? Vicky tilted her head to the side. She was not about to contradict the woman, but at the same time was not about to agree either. If she wanted to persist in referring to it as murder, and not aggravated self-defense that she was in fact, sent down for, then who was she to argue at that stage. Vicky turned to look at James, a screw, and her boyfriend who stood just inside the doorway, waiting to take her back to her cell. He also had a moist forehead and was looking down at his cupped, praying hands. 

‘Well, however much this pains me, you have made parole!’ She mumbled into her large chest. 

‘I’m sorry, Gov?’                                             

‘I said...... ’ She inhaled deeply, ‘You have made parole.’             

‘Oh, shit, no way!’ Vicky jumped out of her seat; James was fidgeting where he stood, desperate to get to his girlfriend and lift her into the air, or something like that, she presumed.

‘When can I leave, Gov?’                               

‘First thing in the morning, Miss Sterling, make sure you are all packed by eight A.M.’                           

‘I will, Gov. Thank you, Gov.’ Vicky bounced to the door, practically skipping her way to James. 

‘Better be taking me back to my cell then, Sir.’ She grinned. Barely outside the governor’s door, she jumped up into James’s arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. Although he instinctively looked around to make sure that they were not being watched, he held her tight enough to break her back with the speed that he spun her around.   

‘This is great, Vicky.’ He chimed breathlessly. ‘Come on, let’s get you back to ya cell, I’m sure you wanna call Simon.’ She charged up the stairs taking two steps at a time, retrieved her mobile from her curtain hem, and waited for her boy to answer.

‘Simon, guess what? I’m getting released; I get out of here at eight in the morning.’ The phone went deathly quiet until she heard a slight sniffle. 

‘Gorgeous, are you all right?’                             

‘Oh, Ma, I can’t believe it, I’ve waited so long to hear those words.’ 

‘Will you come and meet me, Gorgeous?’       

‘You try and stop me.’ she heard another sniffle down the phone. 

‘Si, are ya sure you’re okay?’                             

‘No I’m bloody not, I’m gonna hang up now, see ya in the morning.’ Jeez, he was a soppy bastard, but she loved him! Vicky turned to James; he was waiting patiently to hear what had been said. 

‘He’s coming to pick me up James, I’m going home!’ James held her tight again; she could feel his heart also pounding.                           

‘I feel like I’m on cloud nine, Beautiful.’         

‘Me too.’

At lunch; Vicky sat her-self down with Trish and Lou.

‘What’s up with you, you look like you’ve just had a  fucking good shag?’ Lou demanded.               

‘I’ve only gone and made bloody parole ain't I. I’m out in the morning.’                                           

‘Vick, that’s great news, have ya told ya boy yet?’

‘Yup, he’s picking me up.’                           

‘Don’t forget about us in here, will ya?’

‘Don’t be a plank, I’ll write to ya, that is until you get out.’     

‘You’ve been a great friend, Vick, we’re gonna miss ya in ‘ere.’

‘You’ve been good friend’s too.’ she tells them, lips tightening to prevent them from doing some embarrassing dance across her face. They had become a family of sorts, they had all become family. They will all stay close anyway, well, except Carole and Claire; fuck knows where they had got to, wherever it was, good luck to them! 

Back in her cell, she gathered all of her belongings and carefully put them into a total of two, see-through, complimentary prison bags. Yup, three years and six months in that loony asylum and two bags of belongings is all she had to show for it. She had her clothes, toiletries, books, and pictures. She was going to give one of the new arrivals her bedding; she didn’t want any memories of that cell for any longer than one more night.

The rest of the day seemed to go on forever, in a euphoric kind of way. She had visited and said goodbye to the other cons that meant anything at all to her and got her head down for the night.       

Chapter 2

7 AM; and Vicky was woken by Handsome kissing her softly on her cheek, she jumped.               

‘Good morning, sleepyhead.’ He uttered in her ear. Vicky felt out with her arms to hold onto his body, her eyes hadn’t opened, as she smiled.       

‘It certainly is, Handsome.’ She sat up suddenly.

‘James, am I going home today?’ She mumbled as James smirked. 

‘Of course, you are, why do you ask?’               

‘So it wasn’t just a fantastic dream?’ she asked, rubbing the sleepy dust from her eyes.               

‘No, you’re really going home.’ He chuckled.

‘Come on, up you get, you need to get dressed and have some breakfast before you leave.’     

‘Are you barking fucking mad? I’m not eating any more of that shit; I’m going to get to a greasy spoon for a cardiac arrest fry-up.’ She smiled widely, she could smell it already, could almost taste it too.

‘Can I come around to your house tonight, Vick?’ 

‘Of course, you can, but knowing my mates they would have planned something for me.’           

‘Okay, I’ll leave it till tomorrow then, best you spend some time with them lot.’ Vicky slowly moved her head forward, considering his decision, and then agreed. ‘I’ll be back up in half an hour then to escort you out.’ He smiled again; he had such a dreamy smile. 

‘Bye, Vicky, we’re gonna miss ya, you crazy fucker, you.’ The other heels called out their best wishes before she made for the door.                         

‘Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.’ She called back but didn’t look back. And there he was; her boy, waiting for her as promised, although she did not doubt that he would be there. Simon had Lizzy, Ash, and Adrian in the car.                                             

‘Oh Fuckin ‘ell, Ma, I can’t believe it.’ Si squeezed his mum so excessively in his strong arms that she could feel her spine creak.   

‘Nor me, Gorgeous, come on, get me away from this shit hole.’ 

Following doing the rounds with the others, she climbed into the front of Simon’s car, and off they went. Thirty meters down the road the sounds of horns were deafening.

‘What’s going on today, Si?’ she asked, stretching her neck to see what all the fuss was about.   

‘What do ya think, Ma, your release init.’ He threw his head back and roared with laughter at her dumb arse expression.                     

‘There’s a convoy of seven cars out there for you Ma, everyone wanted to drive ya home.’ Vicky’s hand found her mouth, stuck for words; she hung her head out of the window and waved to them all.                                                                     

Twenty-seven people in seven cars escort her to her home. Vicky was completely overwhelmed, and couldn’t wait to get the party started, despite it being only nine in the morning, but first, she wanted to wander around her home for a while with just Si, Christ, she had missed her beautiful palace so much.

‘Give Vick and Si some time on their own guys, we can all pop down the road to the café for some munch.’ Daren considerately suggested. Vicky smiled her appreciation and wandered leisurely into their home with Si. 

It was just as she had remembered, every night in her cell bed, but now it seemed so much larger than before. The kitchen was exactly the same; Black, shiny, and full of alcohol. The back garden was looking great, Simon must have taken good care of it, and the swimming pool was as tempting as it always had been. Nothing had been moved or changed in the living room, except now hanging on the wall in a gold frame was the picture of Si and her.               

‘Come on, Ma, dya wanna look around upstairs, nothing’s changed except for my room.’ Vicky nodded, as her boy put his loving arm around her shoulder and walked her up the stairs.         

Vicky’s bedroom hadn’t changed, why would it? Simon had kept it clean and tidy, that’s all, and now to Vicky, it appeared fit for a queen. Of course, she remembered how it looked, she had designed it, but now, after over five years of being away, she appreciated it all the more. Simon and Vicky sat in the conservatory, bacon butty in one hand, a glass of wine in the other, dangling their legs into the warm water of the pool, Shit, she’d missed that place. They chatted freely for over an hour. They hadn’t been able to spend even one minute of quality time together since they banged her up, and although she was looking forward to being with her friends, as the good old days, she was happy to just be with her boy. 

Chapter 3

‘Vicky, we’re back.’ Julie called out as all thirty plus, wandered through their familiar back door, which lead into the kitchen.   

‘Come through, guys.’ Si and Vicky got up from their comfortable spot and met them in the kitchen. Embracing them all in turn, and thanking them for making it an extra special release. Throughout the day, she caught up with all of her friends, and all their kids who had grown so much.          

Daren and Amanda were being their normal silly selves, making everybody laugh.

‘Hey, Vick, Carol, and Claire haven’t made it, where could they be?’ Daren teased and they all chuckled. Simon looked over at his mum and narrowed his eyes. He wasn’t supposed to know about that, and now it looked like the penny had dropped, but she’ll forgive Daren and put it down to self-induced brain cramp caused by copious amounts of sniff.

‘And there it is! Someone had to mention it, didn’t they, Daren?’ Sue frowned. Steve and Sue were still all over each other like an impetigo rash. Steve was a doorman when he wasn’t decorating and Sue was a beautician slash hairdresser.   

‘Yeah, the key is knowing when to keep shtum, isn’t it, Pete?’ Sasha grinned, turning to her boyfriend Pete the locksmith who had made the key copies for Vicky. Sasha was a courier now, and was developing a minor case of sticky finger disorder. 

Tracy had mentioned that she had just bought her own modeling studio, and was doing very well for herself. She had put cameras in every studio for the safety of the girls, which Vicky decided was a very wise move, especially after what had happened to her.                                                             

‘Hey, Guy’s and galls, if we’re not all too shit-faced later, why don’t we take Vick down the rub-a-dub for more of the old magical, manner adjuster?’ Paul suggested. Julie and Paul had bought a pub; and had called it ‘The Refuge.’ Love it!

Terry M, Tony P, and Steve were still on the straight and narrow refurbishing houses with Simon.

‘Yeah, I’m up for some of that.’ Terry M agreed, nodding.                                                   

Mazzy had brought her three-year-old son Alex. She told Vicky that she hadn’t half-inched since she was released, and was back living with her parents. Vicky personally didn’t give a crap if she was a tea-leaf or not, but Mazzy’s problem was, she was no good at not getting caught. Wendy had spent the afternoon attempting to convince her that she didn’t drink drive anymore, despite they had all seen her guzzling down at least three bottles of wine, and her car was parked outside. Terry had finally changed surgeon and was hopefully going to have the operation within the next six months. Vicky really hoped so, he had waited so long, it was just all kinds of wrong to leave him halfway, they had removed her boobs, but hadn’t given him a penis, it just wasn’t right. Steph was back on the game, well, no-one expected any different; she loved the sex and the easy money. Adrian and Ash hadn’t said much, but kept looking over at Vicky, continually grinning, and winking, ‘Nutters!  Jane was looking great, a huge improvement from when she had last seen her. The doctors were still administering a painful course of plastic surgery to her face and body, and she had been fitted with a very natural-looking glass eye.                         

‘Thanks again for everything, Vicky.’ Jane had mentioned.             

‘No worries, I’ll introduce ya later to the guys that messed that Cunt up.’                                       

‘I think I’ve worked it out, those guys over there keep looking at me, they must have guessed it was me Lewis torched, well it’s pretty obvious really.’ She said nodding her head towards Ash and Adrian. Jane had grown her fringe out and had it hanging sexily over that side of her face. They giggled about Lewis before Vicky introduced her to Ash and Adrian; Jane had wanted to tell them thanks.  Sammy, whom Vicky would say had been her best mate in Nick due to their connection, had managed to get herself a position at a building society, how she managed it no one knew, who in their right mind, would hire someone with previous? She was making a home for her and Trish, for when she gets out, hopefully in eight months. Try as hard as Vicky would like to believe her, she was pretty sure that Sammy had ulterior motives for working in the building society.                                           

‘So everyone, I think we should all raise our glasses to Vicky for passing the law degree, soon we will have our very own barrister amongst us.’ Sammy announced.                                                       

‘Gotta ask, Vick... a barrister?’ Paul piped up.

‘Yeah well, someone’s gotta keep you lot out of Nick, who better than me, after all, you know I only obey the laws I respect.’ She grinned.       

‘Cheers!!’ they all raised their glasses and cans.   

Cheryl had arrived with her boyfriend Craig, and their beautiful little Victor, he had grown so much. Vicky held him for most of the day when he was not being passed about like the Columbian marching powder, which was also making the rounds as freely as a collection basket in church. Tony and Dell had brought enough weed, coke, speed and legal highs to keep a nightclub entertained for an entire weekend, Vicky indulged in a little snort of the coke, but it wasn’t really her thing. Si had not left his ma’s side for more than five minutes at a time, and Lizzy hadn’t left his.                                             

‘Fuck me..... It’s like a criminal convention going on in our home; all that’s missing is some screws.’ Si mentioned. ‘But I have to inform you all we have necked every last drop of alcohol, so let’s head for ‘The Refuge.’                                                                                                                   

Chapter 4

‘The  Refuge’ was a huge, busy pub with polished wooden floors, a large round bar sat in the center, white walls were covered in London memorabilia; there was a mixture of tables with chairs and booths, and in the corner sat a functional, red telephone box. Vicky loved it from the moment she had walked in.

‘Come on you lot, shift ya arses.’ Paul ordered a group of six punters, to make room for the twenty of them left still standing, the ones who didn’t have small kids, or who couldn’t keep up with the rest of them and done one. The group jumped out of their seats like they had been set on fire.                     

‘So they all know who the boss is in here, ah Paul?’ Vicky laughed.

‘Yeah, Julie!’ He smirked over at his woman, ‘Now is it beers all round?’ Everyone nodded. ‘Oy, Silvy love, bring over twenty pints when ya get a minute.’                                                                 

‘I can’t believe it; I’m finally out, sitting in a pub with me mates again.’

‘We’re so glad ya are, Doll.’ Daren slurred. 

‘Thanks again for everything, think I would have slit my own fucking throat if it weren’t for you guys coming to see me every week, but anyway, that’s enough of that soppy shit, and remember, once I’ve passed the Bar, I’ll be there for all of you.’ 

‘Cheers!’ They all clinked glasses, which took some time and made a whole lot of mess.

The following morning; Vicky’s head felt like it had been run over by the orient express, but it was so good to wake up in her own bedroom. She lay for quite some time and looked around; she had woken up approximately 1,185 times in that fucking dump to dull brick walls and concrete floor. She finally threw her legs out of bed and felt the soft, thick carpet wrapping itself around her toes; it was as though she was walking on cotton wool. Vicky wandered into her en-suit and ran a hot, bubbly Jacuzzi bath, which she lay in until her skin turned wrinkly. She got dressed and wandered downstairs to find some friends who had stayed overnight, sitting around her kitchen center aisle, drinking coffee and talking in whispers, their heads in their hands. Vicky put her arms around the back of Si’s neck and kissed his cheek.                             

‘Good morning, Gorgeous, think we’re going to need a truckload of aspirins in ‘ere, do we have any?’ Simon nodded delicately, reaching into one of the kitchen cupboards, while the ladies checked in their handbags.                             

‘Who’s up for a fry up down the greasy spoon, I missed mine yesterday, probably do us all good?’ Vicky suggested through squinted eyes.

Si, Lizzy, Amanda, Daren, Sue, Steve, Wendy and Vicky got their-selves together and headed for the cafe. It was still the same, reeked of overused oil, had the same cheap wooden garden benches which they had attempted to hide with red and white checked table cloths, matching curtains, and sauce bottles in the shape of a tomato, and Vicky still loved it. All the little things she had missed and would have done anything for.

‘Fuck me, Vicky, eat that any faster and you’ll need a Heimlich maneuver!’ Amanda laughed.   

‘But it tastes so good, compared to the shit I’ve had to stomach.’ she mumbled through a full mouth.                                                                       

‘It couldn’t have been any worse than your  cooking.’               

‘You’d think!’ Vicky shook her head.           

‘When do ya sit the Bar, girl?’ Steve asked.     

‘I’m hoping next month, I’ll know soon.’         

‘We still all can’t believe it; you’re really not as thick as you look.’ 

‘Fuck you very much, Susan!’           

‘Nar, Vicky didn’t take her head out of those books for three years, right recluse inside she was.’ Wendy explained.