Novel The Fixer Paddy O’Brian eBook (EPUB)
THE FIXER – A Novel by Paddy O’Brian & Kreston Bach
Debut. Uncut Edition. Sold only via paddyobrian.com. Novel The Fixer Paddy O’Brian eBook is Book One of a three book series.
Paddy O’Brian presents his debut novel, written in collaboration with acclaimed author Kreston Bach. This is Book One of a three book series. This is the Uncut Edition.
This is the Uncut Edition. It contains explicit adult content for readers 18 plus only and is not the Amazon SFW edition. The Amazon edition is cut for a general audience. This edition, sold only via paddyobrian.com, is the full text as written by Paddy O’Brian and Kreston Bach. If you want the clean version, it’s available as a general public edition. If you want the real version, you are in the right place.
Delivered as EPUB. EPUB reads like a real book on Kindle, Apple Books, Kobo, phone or tablet. Page-turn, not scroll. You can change font size, bookmark, read in the dark, and pick up where you left off. It does not scroll up and down like a PDF. A PDF is a photocopy. An EPUB is a book.
This book is 10 chapters, 15,542 words. It is Book One. Book Two and Book Three follow the same world. For the reader who understands that a book can be as intimate as any other object in the bedroom. For the collector who understands that a book can be as intimate as any other object in the boutique.
The Fixer is not a love story. It is a study of desire as currency. It is about power, debt, loyalty, and what a man will do when the system that is supposed to protect him decides to crush him instead. It is sensual, precise, and unapologetically sophisticated. It is crafted with the same attention as every object in the Paddy O’Brian boutique. This is literature of Body, Mind and Desire.
Novel The Fixer Paddy O’Brian eBook – Synopsis
It starts at midnight on Old Compton Street, Soho. Rain has come down hard earlier and left the asphalt black and slick, catching the pink and yellow neon from the bars and throwing it back at the sky. Soho has a heartbeat of its own at that hour.
Paddy O’Brian moves through it with a slow, easy stride. He is broad across the shoulders, jaw cut clean, dark leather jacket over a tight tank that shows the shape of his massive chest. The cross on a leather strap hangs at his chest. He likes the West End at this hour. It clears his head. The week has been long. Work that does not pay enough and friends who need too much. He keeps his eyes forward and people make room. They always do.
Paddy is from Hackney, from Mare Street. He is the fixer. People call him when they have a problem they cannot take to the police, to a lawyer, or to anyone else. He fixes problems. But in this book, he learns that sometimes to fix a problem, you have to fix people. You have to strip away their restraint and reveal what they truly want.
By morning, there is a gun on his kitchen table on top of a takeaway menu, black and clean, oilcloth folded beside it like a napkin. The cross on its leather strap hangs from the bedpost. He has not slept much. The Mercedes, Kline’s voice, Mikey saying please. Morning comes grey and thin over London, the kind of morning that makes last night feel like someone else’s film.
He is taken through the back door of the station on Old Street, past the cells that smell of piss and bleach, and they book him. Name, date of birth, address on Mare Street, no fixed occupation. They take his jacket. The charge is read flat and clean. Possession of a prohibited firearm. No bail. Remand to HMP Belmarsh pending magistrate review in the morning. Hargreaves signs the form with a flourish and does not look at him again.
The system does not hurry. That is its power. Novel The Fixer Paddy O’Brian eBook follows Paddy through Belmarsh, B Wing, and the medical wing.
Inside HMP Belmarsh, B Wing, the yard is a concrete box with sky on top. A square of cracked tarmac, fences high enough to cut the wind, cameras blinking red in every corner. In the morning they let B Wing out for an hour. Men walk in circles. Some lift weights made from buckets. Paddy walks the perimeter, hands in pockets, eyes up. He is looking for Grant.
The medical wing smells different from B Wing. It smells of disinfectant and boiled laundry and old blood that has been cleaned too many times. The lights are brighter. The noise is lower. Men do not shout here. Paddy arrives on a stretcher with a split lip and a swelling cheekbone. The injury is real enough to fool a junior nurse, but it is precisely placed. Grant has hit him exactly where a man would be hit if he had been caught in a fight. The two screws who carry him push through double doors that say MEDICAL WING AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY.
In Bed Seven, Paddy listens. In Bed Eight, one foot away behind a curtain that does not close properly, lies Jonah. Jonah Kline. Jonah is pale, sweating, not eating. He is the reason Paddy is here. Kline, Jonah’s father, has paid fifty thousand pounds to get his son out alive. But inside, there are other debts. Rook is in segregation and talking more each day. He tells anti-corruption that Hargreaves visited him in prison and gave him the bottle and five hundred pounds. He tells them that a rival house called the Morrows wants the Kline bloodline finished because Kline took two streets off them near Covent Garden.
The bottle has been in the hollow leg of the bunk for two nights. Paddy checks it every morning before roll call, taps the metal with his knuckle to make sure it does not rattle, and then leaves it alone. Jonah sleeps on the upper bunk now. He has stopped sweating at night. He has started eating again. Mikey brings the rest. Ellis, the nurse, writes down what he is told to write down. Grant moves men like pieces on a board to reduce overcrowding.
This is not a prison story about escape. This is a story about tax. Last Tax. Who pays, who collects, who survives. The next day in Belmarsh is quiet in the way a city is quiet after a bomb has been defused. The machine still ticks, but no one believes it will explode.
In the final chapter, No One Walks Out Clean, the Mercedes does not go straight to Soho. It goes to Canary Wharf first, then to the river, then to a private garage under a building that has no sign. The garage smells of concrete and oil. The lights are low. Kline gets out second. He straightens his cashmere overcoat. He looks at Paddy. Jonah gets out first, stretches his legs, still pale but visibly joyful. That is what matters. That is what fifty thousand pounds has bought.
No one walks out clean. Not Paddy. Not Jonah. Not Kline. Not even the reader. Novel The Fixer Paddy O’Brian eBook is the Uncut Edition, sold only here.
Paddy O’Brian.
BODY. MIND. DESIRE.
