Revenge Is Sweet

By Thomas Crown

Joe Maxwell is a quiet man, but cross him, and he will move heaven and earth to get his revenge. In 2008, his ex-partner Carrie plants drugs on him because of her jealously of his happy-go-lucky lifestyle. In prison, he takes up drawing again, one of his passions from his youth. Joe gets crossed by the art tutor Aston, and he leaves the class before getting pushed out of it. Now he has two people to get revenge on: one would be while in prison, while the other he would plan for when he gets released. Revenge is sweet.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris UK
• Release date: Mar 24, 2015
• ISBN: 9781499096217

Thomas Crown

I am Thomas Crown, born in Belfast. I moved to London in July 1986 to work due to the bias in Belfast. I am an electrician. In 2012, I was put in prison for something I didn't do. I wrongly served two-and-a-half years, and now I'm on license for another two-and-a-half years. The inspiration to write this book came from one of the education classes in prison. Really, I'm surprised I was able to write a book.

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CHAPTER 1

J oe Maxwell was known as a quiet man to those who knew him, but to those who know him well he was a man who you didn’t get on the wrong side off, as he never let anyone get away with crossing him, no matter how long it took, and he’d always gets his revenge. Joe met Carrie in a drinking den called Denise’s in Holloway Rd, London, in November 1990, after the normal pubs had shut, it was mostly full of Irish, with a few Plastic Paddies and Biddies, and she was one of them. Plastic Paddies and Biddies are what the people born in Ireland call those who are born in England, whose parents are Irish. He took a taxi home with her, dropping her off at the top of her road, which wasn’t far from where he lived anyway, they arranged to meet up in the King Arthur the next evening, Sunday at 8:00pm, which happened and she stayed over at his place, which was good, as she turned out to be a bit of a Nympho, she couldn’t get enough of him. It turned out she was still living with her parents, so it was always sex at his place, but he only had a room in a shared house and she did make a lot of noise during their sex sessions. By February 1991, Joe had landed himself a job on the Channel Tunnel for TML, doing the electrical maintenance of the Tunnel lighting, working 6 shifts on days, 3 off, 6 shifts on nights, on his days off he would go up to London and stay at a friend’s house with Carrie, but when his days off fell on a weekend, Carrie would travel down to Folkestone and stay with him in the flat he and his mate had rented out. On one occasion when he went to London, Joe got locked out of his friend’s house and he ended up staying at Carrie’s place sleeping on the settee. It must’ve been around 6:30am when he was woken up, he looked up and Carrie was straddling him as if she was riding a horse at full gallop, still half asleep, he started rubbing her tits when he heard the door opening, it was Carrie’s older sister Clare, Carrie was oblivious to her entering the room, as she rode away franticly on his shaft Clare just said Sorry and left closing the door, Carrie didn’t care she was close to her orgasm and nothing was going to stop that happening, sister or no sister. Joe finished in the Channel Tunnel in January 1993, due to an accident and went back to London to live, by this stage the both of them were in negations in buying a house together, with the keys to be handed over on the 1 st February 1993, which went ahead without any problems. They christened the house in the bedroom that night with a sex session, they were in bed playing around with each other, when Carrie went downstairs and came back with a banana, while Joe watched, she put the banana up her pussy, her motions of pushing it in and out of her pussy were getting faster and faster and then the side of the banana, Joe laughed and said, The Banana Splits, which was a kids programme in the Seventies. Carrie didn’t find it funny and said, Fuck this I’ve got half a Cucumber down stairs, will I go and get that Joe, Joe said, Yes, and Carrie jumped out of bed and was back in what seemed no time at all she was back with the Cucumber giving it to Joe saying, Your in charge this time and Joe gave her a good fucking with the Cucumber and then carried on after that giving her a good fucking himself, with her saying at the end of it as they lay on the bed, My Fanny’s really wet and a bit sore now Joe. Joe just said, I’ll get some of your baby oil for the next one, I don’t need that, you only have to touch me and I get really wet, Joe. It didn’t matter anyway, as the two of them fell fast asleep as they lay together. That was only one of the good occasions that Joe could remember and it would be something Joe would regret, as the old saying goes, if you want to know me, come and live with me. They were only in their new house in Haringey a few weeks when her Mother died and that was when things started to change, he never knew her to be aggressive, but one night a few weeks after the funeral, they had quite a few drinks in the local pub and got a Chinese on the way home, after putting it on plates, Joe went into the sitting room, he was about to sit at the dining table, when from behind he got hit over the head with a plate of Chinese Chicken Chow Mien with extra rice, the rice scattered everywhere and he had a cut on his head, which was bleeding. On another occasion she went out with friends, Joe was asleep in bed when she came back, only to be kicked out of bed, not knowing who did this, Joe’s first instinct was to jump up and throw a punch, which connected with the left hand side of the person’s face, only to be stunned to see it was Carrie. They had a baby in 1994 and everything was going well, until she became moody, with the arguments starting up again, she even walked out on him one night, leaving him with the 6 week old baby. Joe was not up to looking after the baby, not because he couldn’t, but because he was running the job he was working on, so he left his son Thomas with a neighbour of her father, who was a registered child minder and told her to contact Carrie through her father, as he suspected her to be staying at her sisters. She came back two days later, but only after Joe had changed the locks again, because of the phone call he got from a Solicitor she had gone to, but this was the slippery road they went down and eventually splitting up, with her getting the house, because of the baby the Judge said. As the months went by, Joe eventually bought a flat in the next street, as he was still hopeful they might get back together, they were not really friends, but Joe was still getting his regular sex from her, as she would say better the devil you know than the devil you don’t. Joe found out from one of her neighbours that she was screwing the guy from across the road, he been sniffing around her ever since they found out that both their fathers were good friends at her mother’s funeral but what she didn’t know was that he was screwing the neighbour who was giving him the information about this creep sneaking out of the house at 6:30am in the morning to scamper across the street to his own shitty house. The months and years went by with Joe having to fight to get visiting rights to see his son Thomas. He was still getting sex from her, but only when it suited her, usually when she fell out with the creep, being the Nympho that she was. It was 11 th August 2008, a Monday night, and it just happened to be Joe’s birthday, he had just got into the Pub at 7:00pm, and was glad to get the first shift of the week over, he didn’t intend to stay long, even though it was his birthday, just a few pints and he’d go home for dinner. Then a few of his mates came in and one thing lead to another and before he knew it, they were calling last orders, well Joe thought I might as well have one for the road. He left the Pub at 11:30pm on the short walk home and was getting ready for bed when the phone rang, it was her, she said, what are you doing, Joe replied I’m busy, she then said, come round and I’ll sort that out, She must be thinking I’m having a wank, Joe said to himself. Joe knew what she meant, but did she remember it was his birthday and was this his present. He was never a one to turn down the offer of sex when it was offered to him on a plate, so he said I’ll be there in 5mins, the quickest way to her house was to jump over the back fences. He got to her place and the door was open, he went in and closed the door behind him, walking into the living room she was sitting on the armchair, with black nylon stockings and suspenders on, with her legs wide open, over the arms of the chair, playing with her Clitty with one hand and a Dildo in the other shoving it hard in and out of her pussy, it was the one he bought her in Amsterdam, she said, Get stripped, you know what I want. Joe had a hard coming on already, as he watched her playing with herself, as she took the Dildo out of her pussy and started to fuck it with her mouth. She said, holding the Dildo, as Joe stripped off and sat down on the settee with a big hard on, this is no good to me, I need the real thing, a big hard shaft like that to get rammed up my pussy. She then went over to him and with her back to his face and her legs astride his she took his shaft in her hand and guided it slowly into her now wet pussy. His shaft had only entered, when she called out Ah, this is what I’ve been dying for, as she started to ride him frantically, after a minute or two of this, she got off his shaft, saying quick, quick, I need some Doggy now. Joe knew what she was like she loved his shaft slammed into her, so he bent her over the arm of the settee and rammed his shaft into her pussy as hard as he could rubbing his hands up and down the black nylon stockings, he started riding her as hard as he could slapping her ass at the same time, she was loving this screaming, Joe fuck me, fuck me harder, Joe was loving it, but he could never really come screwing her Doggy Style, she said to him stop for a minute I want some licks and sucks of my lollipop, Joe slipped out of her pussy and sat on the settee, she took his shaft in her mouth, he could see it bulging into her cheek and then she sucked for all she was worth, Joe was getting so frantic, he held the back of her neck and pulled her head so to thrust his shaft right down her throat, as he erupted like a volcano and shot his load down her throat, which she seemed to choke on, she took his shaft out of her mouth and dribbles of his cum were now running down the edges of her mouth, which she used her tongue and finger to put back in her mouth saying, We can’t waste that, can we, it’s nice, a bit salty, but gives me a thirst for more, now it’s my turn, I want to sit on your face and you get your tongue right inside my pussy. He got down on the floor and it started off as a 69 position, with his tongue up her pussy and her mouth up and down on his shaft again, then suddenly, she sat up straight and was wriggling all over his face, until she shouted out I’m coming, I’m coming, Oh God I’ve never come like this before, she went upright and was rigid as a gush of fluid came from her pussy into Joe’s mouth, which he had no choice but to swallow. Now it was time to fuck her normal, missionary style, he turned her over and started sucking her nipples on those firm fairly big tits, she was loving it, as her nipples grew bigger and said I need another fuck Joe, finish the night off make me sore from fucking you, Joe started ramming away at her again, it was a good few minutes when he said I’m coming again, she said Don’t, Don’t, wait for me, let’s come together, Joe slowed up a bit, until she said, Right as hard as you can, now, I’m ready, with the green light Joe really gave her the hardest fucking he could, until he moaned to her, through teeth I’m coming, now, she said Yes, me too, I’m fucking coming with you and Joe shot his load up her pussy, then collapsed on top of her. After a minute he rolled off her, both of their bodies soaked in sweat, as they lay side by side totally exhausted. When Joe got his breath back, he said to her I’m going up to the bathroom to get cleaned up, before I go. She said Ok, I feel better now, that was a great fuck, you never cease to amaze me Joe Maxwell, as he left the room, he went to the bathroom leaving her lying on the floor and had a quick shower, when he came back down to the living room she was lying on the settee with a dressing gown on. Joe got dressed, and said to her I better get going, I’m up at 6:30am in the morning for work. Putting his coat on she said, Thanks for that great fuck again, it’s just what I needed, it makes me all dreamy, I’ll sleep well tonight. Me too. said Joe I won’t be fit for work tomorrow after that screw. As he walked out the door she said Thanks again and good night. Joe got back to his place, it was now 1:30am, and he stripped, set the alarm and jumped into bed. He must’ve fallen asleep right away, because he was suddenly awoken by banging on his front door, with someone shouting, Police, Police, open up. Joe pulled on his jeans and noticed it was 6:00am, he was still half asleep when he opened the door to four cops and a WPC, and one of them had a battering ram in his hands. Joe didn’t get a chance to speak, as they rushed past him, leaving him facing the only one left, a sergeant, who said, We have a warrant to search the premises on the suspicion that there may be drugs on these premises. Handing Joe a white sheet of paper. That definitely woke Joe up, saying, I have nothing to do with drugs, I’m totally against them, and I even try to avoid taking an Aspirin if I can help it. The other four cops were flying round the flat, like busy bees, as Joe looked on, then the girl cop said Sarg I’ve got something, she was holding a clear plastic bag, like one of those money bags from the bank, between two fingers of the blue surgical gloves, which she had taken from the inside pocket of his coat, it looked from where he was standing that it contained a quantity of white powder. This really shocked Joe, how did that get there, Joe said to himself. The sergeant then read Joe his rights, saying he was arresting him on suspicion of being in possession of an illegal substance, he was allowed to get fully dressed, before he was handcuffed and taken down to a waiting van, he was put in a cage in the back of it, just like one of those Saturday night lager louts. In the station he was booked in and all his possessions taken off him, he was then put into a cell, as the cops said they’ll get the stuff analysed and he’ll be interviewed when the Drug Squad Detectives get the results. The cell consisted of a stainless steel wash hand basin, toilet and a metal bed, that was screwed to the floor, with a really thin mattress, a blanket and thin pillow. Joe lay down on the bed, pulled the blanket over himself and tried to think who would do this to him. Could it have been one of his mates, just for a laugh, no, who was he kidding, this was too serious for a laugh, someone had it in for him and that stuff would cost too much to buy it, could someone have panicked and slipped it into his pocket in the pub last night, no, there was always someone at the table when one of them left to go to the bar or bogs, there only other person left was Carrie, but why would she want to plant drugs on him. He must’ve drifted off to sleep, as the next thing he remembers was he was being shaken by the shoulder, with a cop saying Wake up Mr Maxwell, the results are back and the Drug Squad Detectives are ready to interview you. What time is it, said Joe Half past three. Said the Cop, You’ve been sleeping for almost seven and a half hours now. Joe thought, It must’ve been all that shagging last night, that’s worn me out. He was lead along the corridor to an interview room, where two cops were waiting for him, a man and a woman, they told him to take a seat, switched the tapes on, stated their names DC Cutler and DC Reeves, the time and date and cautioned him again, also asking if he wanted a solicitor, to this Joe replied, Not at present. They said the substance was Cocaine and there was 10g of it, they wanted to know who his dealer was, was he going to cut it, was he dealing, Joe kept saying No Comment, to each question, this went on for an hour and a half, until Cutler finally said, We’re going to release you on Police Bail, until we finish conducting further enquires, we’ll be in contact with you, or your Solicitor if you decide to get one and I strongly advise you to do so, they stated the time and date, who was in the room saying interview finished at 5:30pm, Joe was taken to the front desk to get his property back and told he would be contacted when he would have to attend again. Joe got out of the Cop Shop at 5:45pm, by the time they did all the paper work and he made a bee-line for his local, he wouldn’t get there to about 6:30pm, so he’d just act natural, as if he’d done a day’s work and keep this to himself, for as long as possible, it was his work he had to think about, if they found out they’d either sack him or certainly suspend him, he’d have to think of a way round that, then there was the expenses of a Solicitor, that would be sky high, he only had about £20,000 in his account, then there was the flat to consider, he’d probably have to sell that, as if he went down, which looks a certainty, the bank would repossess it, so it would be better if he made a few grand before he went down. He’d think about all this tomorrow and phone into work sick, as for tonight, he was just going to get dinner in the pub and then get tanked up to forget about today’s events. This brought one of his Ma’s sayings into his head, There’s no point taking to the drink, as the problem will still be there in the morning. Joe thought, well it’ll be there in the morning and that’s when I’ll deal with it, as for tonight I just want to put it out of my head. He got into his local just after 6:30pm and a few of his mates were already at their normal table, Joe ordered his food, breast of Chicken, chips and salad, the pint came with the meal, not bad he thought, all for £5.50, he joined them at the table. The talk was mostly about football and who was where in the league and who fancied who for this week’s coming games. Joe got a bit of stick when his meal came, but he wasn’t bothered, as this was the first bite he’d had today, but he couldn’t tell them that, he had quite a bit to drink, about 10 pints by closing time, on his way home, he was approached by one of the local street girls, you usually get one or two of them hanging around looking for business. The girl said to him, Hey man, Fancy a bit of black pussy. Joe didn’t know where it came from, it was a spontaneous response that came out of his mouth he said, No thanks, I don’t like Black Cats," he laughed at this as he walked on, as it was completely out of character for him, but it does happen at times when he’s had a good d rink.

CHAPTER 2

A fter a bit of a restless night sleep, Joe was up at 8 o’clock the next morning, he had a shower and dressed, he was restless and didn’t know what to do with himself, he couldn’t be bothered cooking, so he left home at 9 o’clock and went to one of these pubs, which really are a big concern with their food and early morning drinking, as they serve breakfast from 8:00am and Alcohol from 9:00am. On the way, Joe Phoned a Solicitor he’d got the name of and got an appointment for 3:30pm that afternoon, which he was surprised at. He then carried on to the Pub feeling a bit better that he was doing something about his dilemma, had never really been in one of these Pubs at this time of the morning for years now, but he was surprised when he walked in at half past nine and the place was buzzing, he thought to himself fucking hell, it’s like half nine on a Saturday night in here, there must be at least a hundred people in here, doesn’t any of the work, where do they get the money from. He got himself a table and ordered himself a Traditional Breakfast, which was only £1.99 good value, he thought. The breakfast came to his table within ten minutes and after eating, he settled back with his beer and had a read at the paper. He must’ve been there about an hour and a half and was on his third pint, he’d read the paper and was getting into his crossword, when he heard his name being called. It was one of his old mates Paul, from his Subbing days, who he hadn’t seen for years, this certainly brightened the day up, but he’d have to watch the drink, as he had his appointment with his brief this afternoon. They talked about old times and some of the stunts they’d pulled, as they were both electricians, like booking in houses, saying they wired them, but these houses were blocked up and they were selling the material for them, with the two of them getting paid for wiring five houses each a week and they were only doing a three day week. It was like a long weekend every weekend for the two of them with every Monday and Friday off. It went on to the end of the contract and the bosses never cottoned on to them. Those were the days, said Paul, We’ll never get one off those stunts again. Joe said that’s for sure, Paul. Joe didn’t see the time go by, it was now quarter to three. Joe exchanged phone numbers with Paul, made his excuses and made his way to the Solicitors office, buying a packet of mints on the way. He got to his brief’s office at 3:25, five minutes early, which he was glad of, as he never liked being late for an appointment, he went to the reception desk and gave his details, he was told to take a seat and he would be called shortly, which he did. After a few minutes, to his surprise, the Receptionist called him saying, Mr Maxwell, Mr Cunningham will see you now. Thank you, said Joe, as he got up off his seat and walked towards the door she was now standing at it, with the name on a brass plate, which said Peter J Cunningham. Joe walked into his office and they made their introductions his Solicitor saying Call me Peter, please. Thanks, said Joe. Now, Mr Maxwell, may I call you, Joe, as I hate being so formal, I see enough of that in the Courts. Yes, certainly, replied Joe. Now, tell me what seems to be the problem, said Peter. Joe went through the events of that Tuesday and when he’d finished he added I am Innocent, but I know it doesn’t look that way, as I can’t prove a thing, as far as they’re concerned I’ve been caught red handed with the drugs and they’ve got a result. They’ve certainly got you by the throat, so to speak, Joe, but they haven’t charged you yet, so let’s just wait and see what charges they come up with and we’ll take it from there, if they contact you just refer them to me, I’ll be in contact with them anyway, but you’re not to answer any questions without me being present, is that clear Joe, Peter says. Joe nods both with despair and a bit of hope, then says, Peter, Mr Cunningham, what sort of sentence are we looking at here. Well it depends on the charges, of course, if they charge you with Possession, which they certainly will and dealing with intent to supply that could be 15 to 20, Joe’s jaw dropped and his mouth was wide open, Years, said Joe, as he turned as white as a sheet. Peter continued, "Yes, years Joe, this is a very serious crime and they’re creaking down on drug cases, but let’s not think about going down that road just yet, the ball’s in their court at the minute and it’s just a waiting game for them to contact us for an interview where they will formally charge you. That’s where I come in and see what I can work out with them, but that’s