Bad Bets (Bad News Series Book 3) *Under Major Edit*

Chapter 12

George, Matt, Jay and his brothers all entered the casino with their bodies on full alert for whatever was going to be presented before them. Brent had surely decided to come in here with reason and they wanted to find out just what that was.

"Over there..." Matt trailed off, pointing in the direction of Brent and his gang all sat around a table, cards being shuffled.

"Matt come with me, Trey, Kye and Liam stay out back and..." George began ordering the guys into place before being stopped by Jay.

"No. We're not starting any shit right now Shelley." His whole body stiffened the moment George began to try and take charge.

"Why not? I need to find out what the hell he knows."

"Then go figure it out yourself, don't get my guys involved, not right now." Jay said with all good reason behind what he was saying.

He knew himself that it would cause immediate trouble, something that would just lead to a full on breakout between the two gangs, he knew they didn't need that right now.

"We can make this quick and simple if you do it my way." George persisted.

He wanted to be out of Vegas ASAP and he knew he couldn't do it alone. However he was beginning to realise he was no longer accepted in the new unit that had been built.

He wasn't a member of their group.

He was no longer one of them.

They would ensure he was always protected but only to a certain extent.

They would put each other first, before him, because that's what being in a gang was about.

He was now just an outsider.

"By doing it your way people are going to get hurt unnecessarily." Jay didn't back down. "This way." He said, pointing over to a spare table.

"I'm not going to sit around and play fucking cards Jay. They're sitting right there within reach, with answers that I might possibly need."

Rolling up the sleeves on his jacket he began heading over to where Brent and the guys were sat but not before Jay pulled him back by his shoulder, making him stumble before catching his balance.

"Don't be fucking stupid Shelley. The moment you go over there alone I can't help you anymore. If you stick with us and follow my rules you'll be safe. Your choice." Jay laid out the options in hope George would listen, but unfortunately he still wasn't much of a complier.

"Don't tell me what to do. You may be in charge of these idiots but not me."

Jay didn't leave more than a few seconds after George finished his sentence before he grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt, hauling him up against one of the walls.

"What the fuck did you just say?" He spat, jumping into sudden defence.

"What? Don't tell me I'm wrong." George chuckled to himself. "You're all going to fail as a gang anyway so who cares if any of you get hurt tonight?"

George sounded amused but he was anything but. He didn't know what he was saying and he didn't know why. It could have been jealousy or the fact he was just running on slim chances, but he was openly being a complete asshole to the people he was supposed to respect as brothers.

"You want to watch that fucking mouth of yours."

Pushing him closer to the wall until he was straining his neck upwards to catch some air, Jay threw him to the floor, watching as his body stretched rag doll style across the cold tiles.