Reaching

20-Say what now?

POV GABBY

"What happen?! I thought you guys would kill him at the club?!" Manny yelled as Danny takes Sack downstairs.

I was embarrassed so I turn away from him. "We had some interfere issues, we fixed it though." Franco explain and I snort.

I saw Cat walked into the living room and winked, like she knew what happen. "Did it work?" Cat said and I nod. "Told ya."

"Let me go talk to him." I said but France stopped by.

"Nope."

"Last time I check, I am still the leader now that I'm alive Francisco Belás." He frowns and let's go of my hand.

"Ight bet." He muttered.

"Sorry?"

"Nothing." I smile and head downstairs.

I saw him as Danny was laughing horribly. Fucker. "You're LYING!" Danny turned around and raised a hand, I smack it awkwardly. Franco was behind me and look at us weird. "Way a go my man!" Danny punch his chest nicely. "In-front of him, you must have been thirsty?"

"Danny I swear to god if you speak again, I will convince Cat to make you wear weird clothing she had made."

"Asshole." Danny mumbled and sat in a chair.

"Alright, enough. Where is my mother?"

"Thought you died." Sack said but I just wanted this over with.

"Well I'm alive. Just tell me, I'm tired."

"Tried from that all sex's." Danny mumbled and I chuckled. Franco though didn't find it funny and I stopped him before he hurts him.

Franco sighs and turns back to Sack. He punch him in the jaw several times. "Speak, or Gabby here will use her techniques to torture you."

"What is it? Her vagina." Danny laughs and I knew I couldn't help him nor more.

"Alright, I had enough of you." Franco charged for him and Danny falls to the floor, basically trying to run but Franco has grab his feet and make him trip.

"BOYS!" I yelled and they both froze. "Upstairs, NOW!" Franco drag Danny out of the basement and just when the door was closed, I brought out my knife.

"A knife has it's beauty, whats even better when their is blood covered." I stab the knife in his thigh and yells out in pain. "Where can i find my mom?"

"Hans 456 st. She's there."

"You better be right, because if not, Franco would love to torture you into pieces." I winked at him and left the basement.

I walk in the living room seeing Danny with a bloody nose and Franco eating a pie. "I'm not going to even ask."

"Did he say anything?" Franco ask.

"Hans 456 st. Let's go."

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We make to the house, and to surprise there were no guards. I open the wire door and enter the walkway to the little house.

I knocked but nothing, I knocked harder and finally someone answer. "What?!" They yelled from inside.

"It's me." They opened the door to reveal my mother.

She was still gorgeous all those times. Her hair was beautiful and curly, her face still hasn't aged a day.

"Gabby." She whisper, in shock I was standing in-front of her.

"I told you I would look for you no matter what."

"You have to go away!" She slam the door but I held it back.

"Nope! Not today satan." I walked inside the house to see my mother pointing a gun at me. "Mom? Really? I'm trying to save you."

"And I'm trying to save my son."

I blink several times, in seconds She lowered the gun. "I have a brother?"

"I'm sorry."

"Who's the father?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." She half's chuckles as she sits in a chair near by her.

"Try me, because I had enough of people shit today."

Her eyebrow raised but smacks her lips. "Ahorita, how's the boyfriend? Saw a lot of pictures of him in many mission I do."

"Mom, you've been gone for awhile in my life and you want to talk about my life? So fucking tell me who's my brother and who's the father? Before I find out myself and stop talking to you."

"You wouldn't do that." She gets off the chair and walks to the liquor station. Grabbing two glasses full of tequila. She hands me one and salute.

We both drank it and the the sensation burns my throat. "And why not?"

"Because I love you too much to let me go."

"That's not how this works mom." She shrugged her shoulders and held the gun in her hands, observing it.

Then a person clicked in my mind. "Oh shit." She looks at me. "You fucked Aetos. How old is this my brother? 19, 20. Wait! Maybe 18."

She didn't deny it, and I nod my head. "Does he even know?" Her head turns away to the floor and I scoffed. "Try not to die."

I left her house with Franco on his feet immediately, "what happen-," I open the door of the car and I closed it while I held in tears back.

Franco enter the car and starts driving away in silence.

"Didn't go as planned I assume." I hummed in response. A hand was placed in my thigh, and sparkles ignite. "It's going to be okay."

"I have a brother." A hand was on my chest as Franco stops the car immediately.

"I FUCKING SWEAR I WILL KILL YOU'RE ASS IF YOU DO THAT SHIT AGAIN!" I yelled at him as he looks at me in shock.

"Sorry. But what?!"

"I will fucking break up with you if you do that shit again. We could have died or some shit, I'm never telling you news when we are in The car."

Franco laughs and I slaps his shoulder, and I mumbled bad words. "But a brother? How old is he?"

"Like I fucking know? But I know it's the cops son. He doesn't even know so tomorrow I'm going to meet up with him."

"You're supposed to be dead."

"Whatever, I can't go back into the dead again, almost ruined my life."

"I love you, you know that right?" I look up at Franco who was smiling at me.

"I love you too."

"Fiancé." I look at him and he chuckled, his finger touched my chin and he kissed my lips. "We're getting married, start planning."

Holy shit, wait what?

I'm going to get married.

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-Yeet