unbroken (unexpected series)

Chapter 3

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Chapter 3 – Gabriel POV (Two Days After Shooting)

When I was little I always had a problem getting to sleep. Mina – my mother – would say that I should just close my eyes and eventually I’d fall asleep. So minutes would turn to hours and then, she was right, I’d fall asleep, only to get up two hours later.  Being in the profession that she is in however, she’d question me, seek out the reason behind my insomnia, fear? The truth was, I just couldn’t get my mind to slow down, and each thought leading to two more and so on until sleep came because of pure exhaustion of the mind.

As if I needed more reasons to be awake, with sensitive hearing, the slightest noise would rouse me.

Like now.

Lifting my head quickly, hand stretched to reach for the gun hidden underneath Chelsea’s bed, I realize after a few blinks that it’s Nonno and James. My great grandfathers – Nonno – eyes filled with hate and sadness, but at the moment, hate and anger won out by a mile. “We got Amara, but you aren’t going to believe who else we got…” his eyes flicking to mine then glancing over at Chelsea. I see his eyes shooting from injury to injury, zeroing in, and looking to see if she had begun healing. She had, but it was still slowly, nothing to what she was truly capable of.

“I’m not in the mood for no guessing game,” I growled out.

“Francesca,” Nonno spat.

“You’re fucking with me?” my mind hadn’t thought of her, in all scenarios I postulated while sitting here, she was not one of them at all. I still hadn’t believed that Amara was capable of this, because those three men, they had to have a reason to be willing to shoot up the studio. She certainly didn’t have any connections with them, and if they were doing something for the money, she barely had any. So while I believed and trusted that gut feeling Rachel – Russell’s mother – had, Amara being involved didn’t make sense that she could be the force behind this disaster.

“Where?”

“Living with her!”

“Her who?”

“Francesca was sleeping on Amara’s couch!”

“How – how do they even know each other?”

“We don’t know nothing we brought them here first,” they were waiting for orders, but I glanced down at Chelsea. I didn’t want to leave her, not for any amount of time but still… I couldn’t stand back and let them handle this right now; I’m their Alpha. I’m the one they take risks for, if I can’t do what I want them to do, I’m a shitty leader. I won’t be like my father, I won’t make his mistakes. That in mind I close my eyes, inhaling. Exhaling and then preparing myself.

“Can you guys get Greta and send her in here, I don’t want-” we understand Nonno said surprising me, his eyes grave looking at Chelsea, and like Rachel I wasn’t sensing any hostility. He was in agony, mind-numbing pain but he wasn’t going to be one of those people that gave shit in this type of circumstance; he wanted Chelsea safe no matter what. To him, personally I believe the only thing worse than his mate dying would be if Chelsea had died permanently as well.