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

Chapter 4

The usual morning wake up for most individuals was the deafening sound of an alarm, however for Jay Gibson his morning call was his brother… Kye.

“Ah shit!” The curse was heard as a loud crash echoed from the kitchen.

Groaning, Jay rolled over covering his eyes with his arm. When the noise didn’t disappear he threw a pillow over his head, trying to block it reaching his ears.

“Shit, shit, shit!” Kye continued.

“What the fuck are you doing you twat?” Jay had given up trying to get a few more hours and had made his way into the kitchen.

Stood in front of him was his brother and the contents of the kitchen cupboard on the floor.

“Trying to make breakfast.” Was his response as if it was completely obvious.

“I mean what the fuck are you still doing in my room?”

Kye shrugged chuckling. “I told you, mines too small.”

Not having the energy in him to argue he picked up a cushion from one of the sofas and threw it in the direction of Kye’s face, hitting him spot on.

“Get ready, we need to go get Joe and make him start talking.”

After last night they had all taken him back to the hotel, getting him a room so he could have a good night’s sleep and sober up. He hadn’t been in any condition to explain to them what was going on at the time, but now they couldn’t wait any longer.

With the mention of George’s name, they knew trouble wouldn’t be far behind. George had worked his arse off to get out of this life and there was a huge potential that he was going to get dragged straight back in.

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“Feeling rough?” Matt laughed as they walked in on Joe still lying in bed, looking a state.

Joe had always been the most sensible of them all, so seeing him like that last night had been a bit of a shock.

“Don’t start.” He responded, his throat sounding like it had been seriously clawed at.

“Do you remember last night at all?”

The guys were all in hope that the drink hadn’t poisoned his mind and that he would have some recollection of what he was trying to tell them previously. Sitting up in bed, he stretched his arms out over the duvet before preparing to speak.

“Shelley’s parents did shit out here in Vegas and they made a hell of a lot for it. People know, gangs know and they thought George hid their earnings somewhere.” He began, silence in the room falling as they all tried to fully focus on what was being said, while dealing with their own hangovers from the night before.

“What earnings? Cash?” Jay asked, trying to make sense of it all.

Nodding Joe slouched back down.

“A fuck load of it too. But George knows nothing about it. That guy Stan who everyone is after, he has something to do with it. I think he has it but I don’t know why.”

Running a hand across his forehead, he leant out to pick up the phone.

“Also.” He held up a finger to ensure they knew that he wasn’t quite done yet.

“You five aren’t the only Gibson’s out here.” He said, looking to Jay and his brothers.

“What the hell?” Liam frowned, speaking on behalf of them all whom had seemed to lose their voices.