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

Chapter 8

A few days earlier.

“What are you doing?” Isabella swung open the bedroom door when she had heard the racket he was making.

“Nothing.” Was George’s short response, not even turning around to look at her.

“This sure doesn’t look like nothing George.”

Striding across the room she slammed her hand down on his suitcase, making the lid shut preventing him from putting anything else into it.

“Isabella, not now.” He breathed, doing everything in his power not to lose his temper.

“Yes George, right now.”

It didn’t matter if her furious anger was partly fuelled by the crazy hormones running throughout her body, she was still adamant she was going to get through to him and make him listen.

“I don’t have long, I need to finish this.”

When she took a step in front of his suitcase so he couldn’t continue the job, he reached out and took her waist, lifting her from the ground and removing her from in front of him.

“Go wait downstairs, I’ll be down in a minute.”

Throwing her arms across her chest, she raised a brow in a challenging manner. She wasn’t going to give up. Not just yet.

“Don’t.” She spat. “Don’t tell me what to do.”

Continuing to pace back and forwards between his case and draws, he filled it up with everything he would need for a few weeks… or months away.

“Where are you going?” She demanded an answer. “Vegas? Are you running away just so you can get that stupid money?”

“Iz, I have to do this. Just trust me.”

“No, I won’t trust you because this is pathetic.”

Looking up to the ceiling and taking a long breath, he then turned his whole body around to face her.

“Babe.” He hummed, taking a few steps forward until they were toe to toe and she was looking up at him with total fury in her eyes.

“Move.” She warned, hitting against his chest with her small hand and making a start for his nearly packed case.

Before she could walk any further, he took hold of her, throwing her body over his shoulder and placing her down on the bed.

“Just listen to me for a minute.” He held up his hands. “We need the money Iz, you know it.”

Shaking her head, she pushed all her now messy hair from her face.

“I don’t care if we need it George, your friends are out there getting it for you. You don’t need to go.”

“I trust them but I need to be there to get it myself. My parents left it for me and brothers Iz, you need to understand.”

Pushing herself up, she decided to go from sitting on the bed to standing so she was now a great deal taller than George.

“That’s better.” She smiled.

Chuckling to himself, George shook his head taking another step closer to the bed.

“Really Iz?”

“I’m no longer shorter.” Was her short answer, making him laugh even more.

That obviously didn’t go down well with Isabella, it just caused more anger to run through her at his need to find it funny. Wrong timing.

“I’m not letting you go.” Placing a foot on the case, she tilted her head to the side.