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

Chapter 43

“What are you doing here?” George looked up as Matt walked through the door.

George and Jay had met up with Brent to start discussing exactly what they were going to do and later they were all off for further meetings with the Gibson’s. They hadn’t expected Matt’s presence just yet due to his recently born child, so they were taken by surprise when he appeared in Jay’s living room.

“I needed to get the hell out of there.” He exasperated, throwing himself back on the sofa.

“What’s up?” George chuckled, handing him a beer. “Can’t handle fatherhood?”

“I can’t handle all this domestic shit. We’re gang members, not husband’s, not fathers. What the hell are we doing?” He took a large gulp of the cold liquid, before looking to the amused eyes staring back at him.

“You think I’m joking?”

“Matt, come on.” George suddenly got serious, unsure of what had got him so raged.

“No I can’t fucking take it. We’re shit, all of us. Ever since we got in relationships it took over everything.” He began, pushing himself forward on the sofa to show he was serious. “For one, Jess isn’t here. Why not? Because she’s arguing with Jack and probably sat in bed crying. That’s not the Jess I used to know. What the fuck is happening?”

“Russle, seriously?” George looked at him like he had two heads, astounded at what was leaving his mouth.

“Second, every decision we now make is guided by consequences. What will happen to our girls if we do that? Will we get ourselves killed? What about the kids? How the fuck are we supposed to be a gang if all we do is worry about everyone else.”

Slamming the beer down on the table, he got up and walked over to the window.

“Where’s Isabella George? I’m surprised she’s not here attached to your hip.”

As he turned around, George came up behind him, forcing his body against the wall.

“I would shut that damn mouth of yours Russle, before I make you.” He bit, holding Matt by his shirt.

Grabbing George’s fist, Matt pulled his grip from him, shoving him back before landing a punch to the side of his face.

George instantly fort back, mirroring Matt’s actions as the pair got lost in a bloody physical fight.

“What is your problem?” George kneed him in the chest, watching Matt double over.

“I’m sick of everyone turning weak when we have a real fight ahead of us.” He spat back before taking George’s leg and hauling him off his feet.

When George’s back hit the ground Matt kicked his side, just as Jay came up behind him, pulling him from causing any more harm.

As some space was created between them, George got back onto his feet, holding his side with blood dripping from his nose, pretty much mirroring that of Matt’s face.

“You’re a fucking twat Matt Russle.” His body tensed before he swung forward for him again, yet as Matt ducked he hit Jay instead.

“Are you just going to sit there or help stop this shit Purcell?” Jay held his hands up as Matt stumbled off to the side getting back into a mess with George.

“No.” Brent answered. “Let them fight it out. It’s what they need.”

Jay couldn’t do anything but look over to the man, stunned at his response.

“It’s what they need?” He mocked.

“When was the last time you lot actually fort with each other? It’s all well and good being loyal but you’re going to drive yourselves insane.” He pointed out, standing up as Jay walked over to him.