Brotherhood Page #5

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if you didn't insult other men by

calling them an albeit

now accepted colloquial word

referring to the female genitalia

as if we're somehow weaker than you.

- You are weaker, look at you.

- Child birth.

You ain't even got kids.

So? I could still have them if I wanted to.

Wait, wait, wait, speaking of pussies yeah...

Look at all this stuff, Gaz was

snap chatting me all week bruv.

What, you steal that from cloud fam?

No, that's Alder's girl from the X1 crew, no?

If he fucks with me, I'm raping it.

Don't be so f***ing vile.

What's the matter with you?

Really though why do girls do that?

Well, hang on,

I swear you hang with us, love.

None of you have f***ed me.

Yeah, not yet you slag.

How many times have I said

don't stand out front?

Get inside.

F***ing hate that prick, man.

- Save it for the f***ing test, bruv.

- Yeah, tell him.

- Yo, Hugs, Marshall hates you, fam.

- Shut up, man, I'll f***ing punch you.

What the f*** you talking about you...

My legs, man, what's the f***ing matter

with you cuz?

Get in the house, bruv, shut up.

Why are you still looking out the window?

They said they might

deliver the club card today.

What's wrong with you?

I don't want their club card, babe.

What, a man can't live in his own country

without being offered free things

that give him discount?

If I want to pay full price

because I've earned it, that's my right.

That makes no sense.

Shut your f***ing mouth.

Shut your f***ing mouth.

Shut up. Do you understand?

Do you understand me, yeah?

Are the people

that are f***ing with me here now?

Hmm?

Take me to them.

Which way? Which f***ing way?

- Sacka ain't doing...

- Solid fam.

- F*** all.

- Solid, bruv.

What do you mean solid? It ain't school or...

What the f***? Let him go.

Well, what the f*** are you going to do?

Look behind you, prick.

A big man, yeah?

Soup.

You know I was the one that drove the boys

to shoot your brother, right?

Up.

If we wanted him dead he would be,

now you, you I said I'd cut.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down.

Mooks wouldn't want blood

on the Indian marble, would he?

It's Indian.

Right, you lot go

and do whatever it is you lot do.

Let me speak with our guest.

Now I've just done you a favour,

so I'm hoping you'll agree to behave.

- Who the f*** are you?

- Let's go for a walk.

Ever hear of the Daley family?

Mob out of Essex.

Used to be run

by all the birds in the family,

people used to call us the Daley Females.

I mean, never to our faces,

no they weren't brave enough for that.

And then I came along.

And do you know what that makes me?

Well?

A c*nt.

The Daley Male.

Get it?

And now I run it all.

Well, me and Mooks,

and there's a reason I'm telling you

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