A/N: Here is the next chapter of the story, and to answer the guest's question, no, I have not stopped writing, but I did correct and rewrite the previous chapters. So that took some time. Anyway, on to the story, not before mentioning the heart breaking new of our queen's death. September 8, 2020 Naya Rivera will be gone for 2 months and my heart still cannot process it. My heart hurts so much, we all love you so much Naya. Rest In Paradise, my beautiful angel. Please read and review. Until Next Time Please Enjoy!
Chapter 14
~ Thursday Night ~
~ Rachel's P.O.V ~
So, tomorrow is the day that I will get my brother and to be honest, I'm a little nervous about the confrontation with my dad's. I'm angry with them for leaving me and for keeping my brother from me. How is it even a thought to just keep your children separated like that? Who are these men really because they aren't my fathers! I got to do what Tony said and keep the human side of me intact. Santana walked in and seen me deep in through.
"Hey babe, what are you thinking so hard about?" I looked up at her, confused.
"Sweetie, I've been at the door for a few minutes. I watched cleaned that gun 3 times and I figured I'd make myself known." Santana said as I looked down and realized I was done cleaning and checking guns but was in my own little world that I started cleaning them again. I placed all the guns away in their special cases and sat them by the door.
"I was thinking about the mission. I think I was nervous and cleaned them more than once without noticing it." I said.
"Are you okay about tomorrow? Do you want me to run lead on this tomorrow?" Santana asked.
"No, I got it. I was just thinking about my fathers and how easy I thought it would be to talk to them and take my brother without trouble." I said.
"But..." Santana asked as if she knew there was more to it and there was.
"But I realized that those men are not the men I grew up with. Well, granted with what limited time I had with them; they weren't cold or heartless, just neglected to be the fathers I needed them to be. The talk we will have will be a talk that should have happened a long time ago." I said.
"Okay get everything off your chest but remember that we only have a limited window and I hope they try nothing stupid." Santana said, and I had to agree with her.
"I know what you mean. Let's gets some rest because we have a long night ahead of us tomorrow." I said and Santana agreed and got into bed after putting on her pajamas as did I and I followed her to the bed, we got in and kissed before falling asleep.
~ The Next Night ~
It's 6:30 pm glad my crew is arriving and by 6:45 pm everyone has arrived, and we are all in the living room. Noah loaded up the car and came back in the house.
"Everyone time for the last team meeting before the mission starts." I stated and everyone gave me their attention as I talked.
"Okay, so here we are it's time for us to start the mission. We will leave in 45 minutes; everything is packed, the equipment and the weapons. Your names are on the gun so just look for your name and when we land. Now Quinn and Brittany, you guys are to follow through with the plans no matter what. The moment you have my brother, you go straight to the car that will be hidden and go to the jet set a timer on your phone for 1 hour. If the hour are up, you take off.
Make him feel safe and loved if something happens to us. I need you to take care of him. Okay, now we approach this in a guards up but willing to talk stance. Noah and Santana are with me. John and Mike, you guys are Tony's most rusted men, which means I will trust you. Mike will guard the front door. Tony gave me a satellite image of the house and there's only one back door so John you will guard the back door. Dave, you guard my brother's door as Quinn and Brittany pack his things and secure my brother, once he is secure, Quinn and Brittany you take off towards the jet. So, does anyone have questions?" I asked the room.
"This is a rescue, not a killing mission, right?" Dave asked.
"Yes, we have been instructed to talk to them the best we can. We are only allowed to kill when we are defending ourselves because they attacked first. But if the situation changes, then we call for permission to kill." I told him.
"Do we use our code names?"
"No, my fathers already know all of you so there's no point. However, he doesn't know John and Mike so they can use their code names if they want to." I said.
~ 15 Hours and 52 Minutes Later ~
We arrive in Spain at around 10:30 am and decided to get some food and rest up a bit before the mission starts. A few hours later, we all make our way to the SUV and load everything from the jet to the SUV. As we arrive just a block from my father's house, I turn off the engine for a moment and make sure everyone is wearing a bulletproof vest. You can never be too safe. John refuses to wear one, and I am not about to argue with a grown man over his safety. If something goes wrong and he gets shot and dies, that's on him. I give everyone their assigned weapons and instructed them to take the safety off and prepare themselves. I cut the engine back on and drive up the block as we approach the house my fears, nerves and nervousness goes away, and everything hits me tenfold. As my angry sets in, we approach the door. The guards go to their assigned places. I knock on the door and my father opens it with a surprising look on his face as Quinn, Brittany, Santana, Dave, and I walk in.
"Rachel sweetheart you found us, but how?" My daddy Edward asked he was always the nice and caring one.
"I am here to get my little brother and then we are leaving." With that said Dave, Quinn and Brittany try to go into the hallway that leads to the stairs but was blocked by my confused father Marcus.
"What's going on here? Why are Quinn, Brittany, and some guy here?" My dad asked walking into the living room to Noah, Santana and I standing there.
"They are here for Nathaniel and then they are leaving." My daddy told my dad.
"Nathaniel isn't going anywhere. You might as well leave." I laugh a little and put my head down for a bit and breaths deep as I pointed my gun at them.
"No, you're wrong, you see my brother is leaving with us tonight. There's nothing you can do about it." I tell them.
"Oh, please like that's even a real gun. You hated playing with water guns." My dad said.
"How would you know, my grandmother raised me, while you guys were off months, years at a time… Do you know how fucked up it is too literally not be wanted?" I said.
"Baby girl, we do want you, Antonio forced to us leave." My daddy said I shake my head no.
"When I was 5 wondering where my fathers went, Antonio wasn't there. When I was 7 years old and won my first singing competition, my grandmother was there, not you guys." I said.
"We had businesses to run. It wasn't personal sweetie, we had to do these things to provide for you." My dad said.
"Pop-Pop was in the Army until he was killed when I was 11 and he even wrote to me. I received a letter from my grandfather who was again in the fucking Army getting shot at every damn day. I received a letter every Friday. Asking me how my life was going, asking me about the difficult test I had that week, asking me if was ready for middle school. Giving me tips and advice. He sent grandmother $100.00 for my school clothes, when he called every Sunday at 7:30 pm our time, she told him we got the school clothes, and the rest was spent on my school supplies. Every day I waited for a letter from you, a call, an email, and never got one!" I told them.
"I'm sorry we have been horrible parents, that much that is true, but what makes you think you can come into my house and steal my son." My dad said getting angry. Which got me upset because it's like he didn't care or hear anything that I just said.
"So, everything that I just said meant nothing to you?" I asked.
"Listen, you guys have these toy guns trying to play a grown-up game and it ends now! I am happy to see you, but you will NOT BE GOING ANYWHERE WITH MY FUCKING SON AND THAT'S OWN MY LIFE!" My dad said.
"THAT'S A LIFE THAT CAN BE EASILY BE TAKEN! WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE HOW MY REAL MY GUN IS?" I cocked it back and shot the glass on the table to the left.
"Quinn, Dave and Brittany go do as your told." Santana said.
"Right away!" Quinn said as they head to the hallway when a large man stops them.
"You aren't going upstairs." A large man says and Dave shots the guy in the leg, he falls to the floor. They rush upstairs and locate my brother's room and get to work. Meanwhile, with us downstairs, we are still at a standstill.
"I don't want to kill you, please don't make me." I tell them.
"You going to have too, that is the only way you are taking my son." My father said, I turn to Santana and ask,
"Can you ask for permission to kill?" Santana stepped outside to an unsuspected surprise.
"Where was this loyalty, this bravery when Antonio forced me to marry Santana? Why didn't you protect me with your life, like you are doing my brother? Is my brother the reset button? Your chance to get it right?" I said and the radio silence meant I was correct, and I think that's what hurts the most. They didn't want me, but what did I do to them? Why am I being treated this way? Why did they even adopt me to begin with?
~ Santana P.O.V ~
I go outside to make a call to my dad when I see Mike holding his stomach. He's been shot.
"What happened?" I asked him.
"There are 3 men that approach the house. One went to the back, then the one who shot me and another man sneaked in the house. They work for your Rachel's dads. I'm guessing they sensed something was up and hired guards." Mike said.
"Are you going to be okay?" I asked.
"Yeah it just stings a lot but without this bulletproof vest I would be dead now." I'm happy Rachel packed and made all of put on them on. All but John. Suddenly Rachel comes outside and sees Mike.
"Oh my God, are you okay?" Rachel asks.
"Yeah, I'm good, no worries. Thanks for the vest. I would be dead right now.
"You're welcome, did you make the call Santana?" I call my dad and he doesn't pick up.
"Damn it voice mail." I hang up my phone and Rachel and I hear some commotion.
"Stay here with Mike and help him up." Rachel told me.
"Okay I'll stay out here." Rachel runs back inside.
~ Rachels P.O.V ~
I run back into the house, Noah's on the ground and my fathers are gone. I rush over to Noah.
"What happened?" I asked.
"When you left to check on Santana, they rushed me and knocked me down and took my gun. I'm sorry."
"That's okay, are you okay?"
"Yeah, listen, I'm going to go get the car and take it to the hiding place, you guys okay until I get back?"
"Yeah, just hurry, do you have your backup gun with you?" I asked and Noah nodded his head yes and with that said he rushed out the house, then up to the stash out a mile up the road to get the car Tony had one of his people hide for us.
"The girls should be gone by now." I said to no one as I walked in the hall there's a guy shot in his leg. I go past him and he grabs my leg and pulls me back, I try to get loose, but he stabs me in my side with a knife, I get my gun out and shoot him 3 times before he can stab me again. He's dead. I go upstairs and see Quinn has my brother in her arms, Dave is on the floor being held at gunpoint by a guy. Another guy was choking Brittany with a gun to her head and shouting for Quinn to let go of Nathaniel or Brittany will die. I get a clear shot and shoot the guy in the head, he drops to the floor dead, as Brittany goes free and kicked the guy holding Dave in the face. The guy drops his gun and I shoot him in the back 3 times, then once in the head to make sure he was dead. I hear my brother screaming as I rushed over to him.
"It's okay I'm your sister Rachel, these are my friends Quinn and Brittany, okay and we will keep you safe. Trust me, sweetie, everyone will be okay."
"Okay." My brother said.
"So, Quinn here is going to take you the plane, you're coming home with me okay."
"Okay."
"Go now Quinn, I'll stay here with Britt." Quinn took off running with my brother. I look at Britt.
"Are you okay?" I ask Brittany and Dave.
"Yes, this vest is a lifesaver, we walked in and Quinn grabbed Nathaniel and I was shot in stomach and dragged in the room and was held there as the other guy he had Brittany by the throat with a gun to her head."
"Yes, it just hard to breathe." Brittany said as Santana walks in.
"2 men were in here? I thought it was 3 men in total?" Santana said.
"I guess they had more." I said, wow, did my father's really set us up… Like what the hell?
"Where is John have you heard from him?" I asked.
"He's dead, Rachel… He didn't want to wear the vest remember, so when the guy came around back, he shot John guy, but John killed one guy, before he died." Santana said.
"Damn okay, I killed the guy in the hall and these two men. Wow, this went left fast. So how is Mike?" I asked.
"He's okay, he called my dad and my dad sent my auntie. She was already here; in case we needed her." Santana says and then runs out the room and down the stairs. Confused, Britt and I looked at each other. Britt sees the blood on my shirt.
"You're hurt." I almost forgot I got stabbed.
"I'm okay, let's go." I pretended that I was okay, but I have to be strong right now. My dads are still missing. I hear shots being fired, Britt and I rush outside to see Santana pulling my brother from a flaming car and runs towards us as the car explodes. Quinn rushes out of the house.
"What happened Q, I thought you were gone?" I asked.
"I was downstairs on my way of the door when I got hit with something in my face, with my blurred version, I saw your dad. He was the who one to hit me, and your other dad took your brother and ran." Quinn said.
"That's what I heard upstairs and that's why I ran down here, I saw your dad putting your brother in the car. The car started up and I shot at what I thought was the tires and it was actually the gas tank area. Anyway, the car was smoking, and I saw flames and I rushed to get your brother out. Thank God he wasn't fastened in. I got him and ran, that's when the car blew up with your dad inside. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to kill him." Santana said, so my daddy's dead… Great! This is a fucked up mission.
"It's okay, we all killed someone or shot someone today. Q and Britt get to the jet." Quinn and Brittany took my brother and got into the hidden car behind the house. They took off and when they did, something unthinkable happened.
"NOOO EDWARD! YOU BITCH, YOU STOLE EVERYTHING FROM ME!" My dad says as he points Puck's gun at Santana's head.
"No, we didn't..." I said, but I'm cut off by my dad continuing to yell.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP RACHEL, DROP YOUR GUN OR THIS BITCH IS DEAD!" I put my gun on the ground.
"Dad let her go, no one made you borrow money from Tony, that was you, you didn't pay him back, you got me taken even though you couldn't care less, you got my daddy killed!" My dad looked at me with wide eyes.
"I did not kill my husband, this bitch did and now she will join him!" He said seconds from pulling the trigger when a gunshot was sounded, and my dad drops to his knees and falls over dead. Both of my dads are dead. Wow, what a night! Noah rushes over to us.
"Where have you been? Q and Britt left already, so I know you delivered the car." I asked Noah, picking up my gun.
"Mike, Dave and I were helping my auntie with the dead bodies. John and the 4 guards. I heard shouting and ran toward it and saw your dad with a gun pointed at my cousin's head, so yeah, I took the shot and I'm not sorry about it." Noah snapped at me.
"You snapping at me? Whose gun did he have Noah? I can't believe this; you get knocked out; I get stabbed and..." My speech was interrupted by me suddenly feeling light-headed, as I faint on the ground and everything goes black… I hear Santana's screaming, then nothing at all. Is this it? Did I die?
"NOOOO RAAAACCCHHHHEELLL!" Santana screams.
~ 3 Days Later ~
~ Back at Home ~
~ Santana's P.O.V ~
It's been 3 days since the Spain mission. My dad killed his informant, thinking he set us up. He should have known that Rachel's dads had security. My dad was pissed because he thought it would be a simple mission. He feels guilty that Rachel got stabbed. He feels like if he had the right information, he and his boys would have taken the mission and gave us something else. But he was proud that Rachel and I led our first team through a mission that was most likely a setup and emerged victoriously. It was hard. We got to the jet with 2 minutes left. Quinn was so happy until she saw a passed-out Rachel and got scared. But when Rachel woke up, my auntie took care of her, she gave Rachel a sedative and she slept the entire way home. While Rachel slept, my auntie cleaned the blood and stitched her up. I'm just glad she's okay. My auntie said she would be exhausted when she wakes. She woke up later the first night as if she had a nightmare. My auntie who has been staying with us to monitor Rachel. Has been giving Rachel things for her nightmares. It's been 3 days; I hope that things change and get better. I miss my happy girlfriend.
"How is she?" I look up and I see my auntie come into the room.
"She's fine just sleeping. She got up earlier today and used the bathroom, but other than that she's just been so tired. I knew she would be, but I miss her." I know that she's right here next to me and not like John. I can't believe we lost him in Spain. I feel like Rachel still isn't here, you know…
"You are just emotionally missing her, but she is right here. Now you remember that pain and guilt last forever. Rachel and her brother Nathaniel lost their parents two days ago. Nathaniel doesn't understand why he can't talk to his sister, why she is always sleeping. That's getting him sad. Your father, my brother, has never, and I mean never felt guilty about anything that has to with this family. If one of us were hurt, he would say it's a part of the job and to get over it. We are assassins. Pain, getting shot, stabbed or beat up is a part of the job. But this was yours and Rachel's very first mission together and Rachel's first mission ever. Rachel made the perfect plan, and everything should have gone by that plan, but to walk in with unknown guards, your fathers being overly angry and ready to die and not chilling getting ready for bed. It's like they knew what going to happen and they prepared for it. Because how do 4 men suddenly show at someone's house at 11 something at night?
That doesn't happen. He feels like he walked you guys into an ambush, that almost got you killed, that got Rachel stabbed, Quinn with a broken nose, John killed. Mike is so hurt because John and Mike came in together, much like Quinn and Brittany. Mike lost his best friend. We have a scared and confused 6 years old. So yeah, he killed his informant because he should have known about the guards or did he give them a tip. Either way, he betrayed the family and he paid for it with his life. There is a lot happening, just be there for Rachel and your father." My auntie tells me after she checks on Rachel and makes sure that her breathing is okay and making sure she's not having another nightmare.
"Okay, I'll be patient. How is my dad doing?"
"He's doing better. We went to the shooting range this morning, so that's good because for the first two days he couldn't leave the house. I never seen him like that. It's like he almost lost you and Rachel, and he blames himself. But he up and moving around and going places so just have to take one day at a time."
"Okay, how is Nathaniel?"
"He's okay, he still wants to talk to Rachel, but he's okay. I put a PS4 in his room with all the new games, I got him the PS4 VR set, an iPad with Netflix, YouTube Kids, Hulu and Disney Plus. Plus, he has a mini fridge with fruit, waters and apple and orange juice so he's fine. Just been playing his game. He would let me know when he's hungry, sleepy or wants a bedtime story. Other than that, he's doing just fine."
"What a lucky 6-year-old."
"I know right."
"What will we do about school and stuff? He has to go right?"
"I know I'm working on getting the papers done. Nathaniel and Rachel are now orphans. However, Rachel is now 18 years old as of 3 weeks ago, meaning that she can take care of her brother. I will make her the legal guardian of her brother, so he won't get taken away by the state. We aren't related so he would go into foster care until one of us legally adopt him. So, it's far simpler this way. So, he will be homeschooled, and we will hire a therapist, a tutor, and a personal trainer to help him stay active, sort of like PE."
"Okay that's good and he will go to New York with us right."
"Yes, he will."
"He doesn't know about what we do, does he?"
"No, he just knows that an evil man tried to hurt his sister and her friends that's all and that his parents passed away."
"I get it now, that's why you got the therapist for him."
"Yeah, okay, well it's 5:00 pm so I'm going to start making dinner." With that said, my auntie left the room and I cannot help but think we have one more big mission, and that's killing Finn and Kurt. That is something that I have been waiting for to honest. I cannot wait to get rid of them graduate, marry Rachel and move the hell away from Portland.
~ A Few Days Later ~
~ Rachel's P.O.V ~
I'm feeling loads better and now I all I need to do is ask Coach Shelby to please marry Santana and I. Once I do that then I will officially be done with the wedding plans.
"Babe, you ready you to go?" I ask Santana.
"Yeah let's go." Santana said walking out of her room. We headed downstairs, out the door, lock it and jumped in Santana's car as she got in the driver's seat. We headed to school, about 15 - 20 minutes later we arrived at school.
"Okay babe, I will go find Coach Shelby and see if she can marry us."
"Babe, that's not for 7 months."
"So, I need to know if we have to get someone else."
"Okay." Santana said as I kissed her and left in search of our coach. I checked the choir room, nothing, I tried her office, nothing.
"Maybe she's in the auditorium." I said to myself and I make myself over there. Once I made my way over to the auditorium, I see both of my coaches talking. As I was about to make myself known, I heard my name and listened in.
"Baby it's okay don't cry?" Coach Sue said
"Rachel is my daughter and I can't tell her because she will hate me and that's too much to deal with." Coach Shelby said, and I'm shocked she's my mom? What the fuck?
"She will not hate you; she might be upset that you kept this from her, but hate you no way." Coach Sue said and she isn't wrong, I won't hate her, but I am pissed. Should I keep listening? Yeah, I am.
"My daughter is just as stubborn as me, she will hold on to this and I'll never be able to build a relationship with her. It's all over! I wish I would have died in that car crash." Coach Shelby says and it breaks my heart that she wishes she was dead.
"Hey, don't talk like that! What the berry men did when they were a part of that other family isn't right. But you survived. Yeah, you had to change your name and shit, but you are still the beautiful Selena to me. Thank you for telling me all this last night. I love you as Selena and as Valentina." I just couldn't hear anymore ever since my fathers were killed in the mission to rescue my brother, I've been learning a lot about my father's past lives and including him trying to kill my mother, what kind of shit is that.
"Valentina?" I say coming out of the shadows.
"Rachel! Oh my God, you scared me. How long were you there?" Coach Shelby asks.
"Long enough to know you're my mother and never told me. What's kind of shit is that? Why didn't you tell me? I'm sorry for cursing and I'm not mad and more hurt." I say, trying to calm down.
"I'm so sorry, Rachel. I never meant to hurt you. Please understand that. I love you so much." I just hugged her and cried my eyes out, I never realized how much pain I was holding inside, until she told me she loved me, and I saw in her eyes. She meant it. She held me and cried as well out the corner of my eye, I think I saw Coach Sue wipe her eyes.
"It's okay baby, I'm here...Momma right here." I pulled back and looked at her. Wow, my mom is right here in front of me. Not dead.
"Why did you give me up? Didn't you want me?" I ask with tearing still running down my face.
"Sweetie yes I did. Your father and I loved you so much, but your father's brother, Uncle Gary, tried to kill your fathers and when they found out, your uncle was already killed for betraying the family. So, your fathers fixed the breaks on our car and we got into a terrible car crash.
Your father was killed, and I was on life support for many years. They thought I was brain dead, but my father refused to let them pull the plug on me. Your grandpa knew I would wake up some day, even after many years.
I woke up when he had given up hope and pulled the plug. When that happened, I started breathing on my own and as my heart rate rose and I opened my eyes and I see my father smiling. He got so excited that he had a heart attack and passed away that very day. The doctors told me he had a bad heart.
Instead of making himself better, he watched over me day and night. I was told I on life support for 5 years, 6 months and 21 days. It took me so long to remember everything. Once I did, I had to get my life on track. I wanted to be the mother you deserved. Even though I met your father on Broadway and he managed me, I had no formal training.
So I went to college, studied theater and acting, after I graduated I was offered my first role post accident. I had nightmares, but I enjoyed being back on stage. I was the rat in the nutcracker, then beauty in Beauty and the Beast, finally my dream role as Fanny Brice in Funny Girl that launched me into super stardom. They knew me from Wicked; I fell off and people forgot about me. So, playing Fanny gave me my second chance. I was famous again and earned a lot of money, won Tony Awards life should have been perfect, but something was missing.
Then I saw you when you guys were in New York. You and your friend snuck into a Broadway building. That was actually mine, I brought it for young talented people to practice their craft on a proper stage, and I was about to leave for the day when I heard this amazing voice and when I went to see who the voice belonged too; I saw it was you and your friend. When your friend called you Rachel. I was speechless. There my daughter was so big and beautiful. Yet I couldn't just run up to you and say hey, I'm your mom. That would have been weird."
"Pretending to be a Coach is better?" I asked, getting angry.
"I was not pretending at anything. I left Broadway for good and started teaching at local high schools. I was the coach of Glee club at New Trail High School in NY and went to the National Championships 3 times and won. I am the real deal and I want a relationship with you. I want to get to know you."
"I want to get to know you. I'm sorry I cried, then yelled at you."
"It's okay really, I understand. Just know that I never stopped loving you, not for one bit."
"I believe you."
"Will you marry Santana and I this December? December 23rd at 5:30 pm in New York City."
"I would be honored to marry you guys."
A/N: So, do you think Rachel's fathers set them up? How did you feel when Rachel got stabbed, then blacked out? Were you scared? Were you surprised that both Rachel's fathers are gone? How did you feel when Rachel found out Shelby was her mother? What do you think will happen next? What do you want to happen? Please read and review. Until Next Time See You Later!