unbroken (unexpected series)

Chapter 43

a/n:NOT EDITED.

Chapter 43 – Logan POV

        Wolf and I sat, the unsettled conversation that needed to happen between him and I, lingering around us, the air stifling.

        “This guy… he’s not going to lead us anywhere,” he muttered and I had to agree with him, Robert had made the effort to free himself, hiking down the Shasta Mountain where I placed him, but he had to know that he was being followed.

        I nodded, “Even with our guys ‘chasing,’ him, and ‘losing’ his trail-” my cell buzzed before I could finish my thought. Leaning back, I answered, “Hello,” a heavy panting noise scratched from the other side, “Logan?” the person whispered.

        “Yea, who’s this?”

        “This is Ethan…” he seemed reluctant to say the rest, “Ethan?” that name not ringing a bell and the number when I pull the phone away again, not one I recall.

        “Gavino, Gabriel’s brother,” he whispered, “I need help, I need you to help me and my mate – please,” he asked frantically, a pleading desperation in his tone.

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Chelsea POV

        Witness protection program.

        After the incident with Rainy and Chris, on the beach with Brian Simeon, I decided that this process was just like the witness protection program, as in even criminals were offered a second chance if what they had to offer was on someone bigger than them selves.

        Yet I saw one flaw that the people on the island didn’t truly have, and that was information on the larger target – and despite that, many thought they were entitled to being here.  They were all under some warped impression that I was to protect them under any circumstance, put myself on the line while they rebelled in every sense. I moved around Gabriel’s office once Remy demonstrated what I needed done, leaving me to my own devices. The finished product in my hand I left the room going to the auditorium.

        When dad was building this place up and developing over the years, he built a hotel type area as well as the individual homes, however he didn’t build a school.

        I could see why, there wasn’t a need for something like that just yet.

        Instead, the hotel served that purpose. The first floor to the left wing were transformed into a make shift school area. The hotel had a gym, pool area and library and an auditorium as well.

        Seating nearly three hundred at a very low incline.

        Now, I watched as everyone here filed in taking a seat speaking amongst themselves, grumbling – I inhaled holding it for a while before exhaling to calm myself. To ease the boiling in my stomach, and the endless ways I could make them suffer. But I wasn’t going to sink that low, I was going to give them what I realized they were missing.

        Incentive.

        The truth was these people most had been here for two years or more, while only the Ryans were new, yet still they didn’t have the type of facts that Remy had been searching. They didn’t have the files that my father – Jason – had filled out about all of these people.