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

Chapter 46

That night they headed to Buddy’s warehouse as directed by Brent. He knew the whole gang was here because he was supposed to be working with them, whereas Buddy’s flight was due in tomorrow.

It was a strange feeling getting out the car to see the dysfunctional group of people working together. Jay, Matt, George and the Gibson brothers had been working together for a while, yet had never took on a fight with Rebecca, Jonathon, Jasmine or Scott. They had always been against Scott for starters and now they were working with him.

As for Brent, it felt partly right to have him by their side. He had been their brother and leader for so many years. But on the other hand he had quickly turned into an enemy, so there was always going to be that edge on whether or not they could fully trust him.

It also didn’t help that you had a selection of leaders all in one group. Egos were flying high and who was going to take control was beginning to not be so clear.

“You can’t just walk in there Jay. They’ll take us.” Brent argued, throwing his arms in the air.

“Always were the careful idiot, weren’t you Purcell?” Jay smirked. “Always too nervous to throw yourself straight in.”

“We need to split up, some go in through the back and some through the front.” Rebecca tried to compromise.

“No, we’ll head on in and have a chat and then take it from there.” Scott added yet with all the voices speaking over one another, nothing was going to get resolved.

“They know me. I’ll go in and act like I’m with them, on my cue, you lot come in all guns blazing.” He looked to Jay like a parent, rolling his eyes knowing that was all he really wanted to do.

“So what’s the cue?” George asked as they all agreed on the plan.

“Erm…” He began.

“Perfect!” George clapped his hands. “Erm it is.”

“Wait, no that’s not it.” Brent tried to argue but they were already pushing him towards the door, laughing.

As they could hear Brent inside talking, Jonathon took this moment to address the gang.

“You guys know what this means right?” He exclaimed, looking to each of the faces. “Once we take these men down, you lot have a decision to make.”

“What do you mean?” George looked to him concerned of where he was going with this.

“Killing Buddy means winning not only pure respect from all the surrounding gangs, but a hell of a lot of money to build your gang up. You will have full control of how things run here in Brighton and you’ll finally be on the top.” He clarified.

“So what’s the choice?” Matt quizzed. “I’ll take that, no questions asked.”

“The choice is the gang or your life now. You can’t have it all. It would need you full focus for the first year or two at least for it to be great. The money won’t just create the success, you still need to work on it.”

Telling a gang that they could be on top and take control of the area they lived in, was like telling them they had won the lottery. That was all they had ever wanted. All they could ever dream of.

However telling a gang of people it’s a choice of that or their family and loved ones, was not such an easy decision to make.

“I’m not saying you have to decide right now, but before we take on Buddy tomorrow is vital.” He continued to explain. “If you’re going to stick by your family, you have to give up this gang and not bother coming tomorrow. You won’t get a fair share of the money if you’re not there.”