Stall 2

Chapter 75.

"Keep spendin' most our lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise"

Song: Gangsters Paradise - Coolio.

A/N: Ohaaai, I've missed you. Apologies for the wait, but I'm coming with chapter 75, 76 &77.

Buckle in.

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HARRY'S P.O.V:

10 P.M.

Leaving Abby at the hospital was one of the harder things I've had to do. I didn't want to. A big part of me wanted to take her, that bag, and get Ludo — then just take off somewhere.

God I wanted to do that with everything in me.

I couldn't though, it wouldn't solve anything.

At least I knew the safest place she could be is in that ICU ward with Steve and Rob, with a 24 hour nurse stationed at Steve's bed and cops at the hospital.

At least I knew I could get her away from here if anything went wrong.

Jacob had the same thought as me, and he organised for Sophie to go to her parents house. They live far out of Melbourne, a few hours away and he sent her off in a Taxi not long before we left. She wanted to stay with Abby, and Abby wanted her to stay as well but Jacob was having none of it.

I told him I'd pay for her taxi fare. It's the least I could do for Sophie.

The guilt I saw on Abby's face every time she looks at Sophie has been eating me alive.

It's a look I recognised.

It's how I felt the night I saw Abby after Andy hit her.

Jacob sent two bikes following the taxi, from some of the guys Bob brought in, and they were going to be watching her parents house while she was there.

He wants to make sure Sophie is somewhere safe if anything happens to him.

About thirty men turned up on their bikes from the other chapters of the Lucky 13's from out of town. They were all pissed.

None of them seemed too keen on the fact their club's name has been dragged through the mud with the bullshit Mick has pulled.

None of them are fond of being disrespected and disloyalty is something they don't tolerate.

I personally don't trust any of them as far as I can fucking throw them, but I do trust Jacob and Jimmy.

I've also got a lot of respect and time for Bob, he really helped me out when I was getting my business started and doing my old line of work, waste disposal and customer service.

So if Bob says these guys are reliable, I'll take his word for it.

Even if he also does my fucking head in half the time.

But I will also blow any of those bastards fucking heads off in the blink of an eye, if I think for even a second one of them looks suspicious.

I had a conversation with Rob before I left the hospital.

About two things specifically.

One. Do not fucking leave Abby alone. Stand in the bathroom while she pees for all I care — I don't give a damn, but do not leave her alone.

Secondly. Rob told me that Steve had given him all of the information and the case Steve had been working on, on David.

Apparently Steve had a feeling something might happen to him, so he gave Rob copies of everything. He'd made Rob promise if anything did happen to him, that he'd make sure the information got out.