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

Chapter 22

Sitting across from the man she used to fear with every inch of her body, Isabella now looked at him with nothing but disappointment. He had turned out to be everything she wished he wouldn’t be.

Everything a father should do to protect his own, he had let slip by like they meant nothing.

“Isabella.” He breathed, surprised to see her here.

He had been locked up for so long with the only people visiting being those in the gang world, trying to get information out of him or keep him up to date with what he was missing.

The last person he expecting to see was his daughter in front of his eyes again, looking at him torn and broken.

“I need your help.” She spoke instantly, not wanting to waste any time with the polite ‘how are you’s’.

“Okay? Anything Izzy.”

The nickname that made her skin crawl. Scott being the only one to ever call her that.

“I don’t know if you have heard but there has been a lot going on with the gangs, mostly in Vegas.” She began, looking to him to see if he was following.

Nodding, he leant forward a bit, wanting to keep this conversation as shielded from the watching officers as possible.

“I’ve heard some things.”

“So you’ve heard about George?” Isabella got right to the point, knowing Scott wasn’t the sort of guy to miss out on information if he could help it.

Prison or no prison he would be kept up to date on every last detail.

“I have sweetheart and I’m sorry…” He trailed off, actually sounding genuinely sad for her.

“Don’t be sorry.” Isabella snapped, not wanting to make this a ‘feel sorry for Isabella’ visit. “I want your help.”

Relaxing back in his seat a little, he looked at her.

“I will try my best.”

Biting down on her lip, Isabella looked to the officers out the corner of her eye. She didn’t want to draw attention to them, but she knew they were going to keep a watchful eye on Scott regardless.

“Who is Stan?” Isabella asked and the face she was given in return was that of shock and unease.

When he didn’t give her anything but silence, she pressed on for more.

“Please Scott, tell me who Stan is. If I can figure it out I can help George get back to who he is. He is losing himself and I’m scared I’ll never get him back.”

Stretching out his hands, Scott took Isabella’s in his before the man who had been watching the pair very closely charged over, forcing him to pull apart.

Glaring up at him, Scott did as he was told before waiting until he had left before beginning to talk.

“I can’t tell you exactly but I can help you.”

Frowning, Isabella didn’t quite understand where he was going with this but his help was all she had, so she was willing to take it.

“Okay, how?”

“Get your friends. Jack, Sophie, Elliot and Juliet. Gather them up, you’re going to need their help.”

Shaking her head, Isabella already hated where he was going with this.

“No. I’m not getting them involved. Why do I need their help?”

“This can’t be done by the gang, it’s too obvious.” Scott tried to convince her yet he didn’t quite understand what he was asking of her.