K, I couldn't contain my excitement so here's another chapter my babies 💕 enjoy!

Isaac's POV

It was nearly 6:30 in the morning when I rolled over to turn my alarm off. I thought about snoozing it for a third time but only for a second, when I finally managed to drag my body off of my bed. I normally woke up at six in the morning, got a quick 30 minute workout in, showered, ate some breakfast and went off to school, but I felt extremely drained this morning.

I took a quick piss, washed my face and made my way down stairs to the kitchen. B usually brought me something to eat in the indoor gym we had down in the basement, but I wasn't doing my normal routine this morning. The house was always extremely quiet as I walked down the corridor in the mornings, ma and pops didn't usually wake up until around 7 maybe. I flickered the kitchen lights on and made my way over to the cabinets, grabbing a bowl and filling it up with my favorite cereal. Honey bunches of oats.

I poured some milk into my bowl, grabbed a spoon and my cereal and walked into the living room, turning the television on. I skimmed through a few of the cable channels as I ate my breakfast, but seeing how it was only 6:44 in the morning nothing good was necessarily on. I placed the cable remote back down on the coffee table in front of me, and picked up the vizio remote pressing the Netflix button on it. The screen on the television immediately turned red, as white words bounced around on the middle of the screen that said 'Netflix'.

A few more seconds of the screen loading, did all the shows, movies, and documentaries pop up. I didn't bother wasting any time trying to figure out what I wanted to watch, and played that last thing that I was watching on here. It was Bob's Burgers. It was the episode where Louise makes Gene look like a mini Bob, and I was dying of laughter. I loved this fucking show, it was hilarious. Ang is actually the one who introduce me to the show, she was watching it one day when Dion and I went over and I was immediately hooked. I nearly lost it when I found out that they had all the seasons on Netflix, and now here I am, rewatching them for the second time.

I was crunching on the last of my cereal, just about done with the episode when Bevens strolls into the living room. "Good morning master, Isaac."

"Hey, B." I greet him back, drinking the milk from my bowl.

"Your father is awake, sir, he's asking to see you before you head out."

I check the time on my right wrist nearly scurrying off of the couch when I see that it's 7:18 am, "cazzo! I'm gonna be late!"

I hand Bevens my empty bowl as he laughs softly, "shall I tell him you'll be right up, sir?"

"Yeah!" I shout behind me and run up to my bedroom, quickly getting dressed.

I rush into my bathroom turning the water on to my sink and let it run for a few seconds. I grab my toothbrush, placing some paste on it and start to brush my teeth. I always chose to brush my teeth after I ate my breakfast, I didn't like the way things tasted when my mouth was still minty fresh. As I'm brushing my teeth I notice just how incredibly messy my fucking hair is and groan to myself. Thankfully I didn't have to pick up Hailey this morning, because if I did, I should've been leaving like now.

After the way things went yesterday morning she thought it would be best if her dad didn't see my face for a few days, and I respected that. I myself was still trying to grasp the mere thought of her father being a fucking detective. Any other smart person affiliated with the mafia would've ended it right there and then, but for me, it only meant that I was gonna have to be extra careful around him.

I grabbed the small gel container off of my counter and grabbed a good little amount with my finger, rubbing into the middle of my palm with both of my hands. I comb my hands through my thick waves, combing my hair back. I could normally get away with no gel or little gel, but I hadn't got a hair cut in a while so my hair was screaming for it now a days. I kept combing my hands through my hair repeatedly, slicking my hair back until I felt it was good enough. I comb my outer edges/sides inwards so everything stayed in place, slicked back. After I was done I grabbed my backpack and cell phone, making my way to my dads study.

Pops was already talking on his cell, standing near his window, in his pj's still, when I walked in. I quietly shut the door behind me, patiently waiting for him to end his call. I don't wait long when pop turns around, giving me his full attention. "How'd you sleep my boy?" He asks making his way over to his chair, his voice still has a deep rasp from his sleep.

"Ehh, I've had better sleep. What time did you guys make it back?" I asked walking up to my dads desk. My parents had gone out last night, and stayed out pretty late; I went to bed around 1 in the morning and they still weren't back yet. They had got invited to some charity event. I didn't really know much about the details, just that only really important, rich, people went to those type of things.

"A little before 3," he says. "Your mother's still in bed." He chuckles softly, "she had a little too much champagne last night."

"It's early, pops, why are you up? You should be getting more rest."

"I know, son, I know. I'll go back to bed eventually, I just needed to talk to you before you left, I didn't want to wake you last night." I stay quiet letting pops continue, "I was originally gonna have you miss school and take care of something in the city, but I've changed my mind. Plus this way you don't have to miss so much class."

"Do you know a Jonathan Crews?" He ask's. I turn my head to the side; the last name sounds so familiar for some strange reason, but as for the first it wasn't ringing any bells. I shake my head no either way. "Well, Mr. Troy Crews, his father, is a couple days passed his due date, and I can't seem to get ahold of him." Pop states. "He has a 17 year old son who goes to your school." He points out. "Jonathan something Crews, they call him J.J. I believe."

J.J, J.J? As in nerdy, geeky, J.J Crews? No wonder the name sounded so fucking familiar. J.Js first name was Jonathan, but everyone normally knew him as J.J so it didn't click at first.

"James," I sigh. "Jonathan James."

"There you go!" My dad snaps his fingers. "So you know the kid?"

I shake my head, "not personally, no. But I've seen him around." I wasn't necessarily lying. I knew J.J, but then again I didn't really know J.J on a friend to friend basis.

"I want you to shake his kid up a bit," pop says sternly. "Nothing to drastic though, he's a first timer. I just wanna send him a little message, remind him the rules, who he's dealing with."

I nod, "I'll get it done by tonight, pops."

"Before dinner, KP. Your mother wants to eat out in the city tonight, and I would like to know that it's been taken care of by then."

I sigh quietly, "sure thing, pops. I gotta get going though, I don't want to be late for school."

He nods, dismissing me from his study, "have a good day, son."

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"Everything okay?" Hailey asks to my right, as I peel all three bananas handing them to her, one by one.

We were baking that stupid ass bread today, and I was in no mood to do anything. Thankfully the girls were taking over, but we guys had to participate in doing something if we wanted to get any type of credit.

"Yeah, why?" I tell her, handing her the last banana.

She takes it placing it into the bowl, smashing it up with the other two. She keeps her gaze down at the mushy mess, "you haven't really smiled today." She says softly. "You're serious, intimidating, Isaac this morning."

I haven't? Fuck.

I was letting this shitty mood get to me that even she had noticed it. "Baby, look at me." I tell her. She slowly turns to look at me, a sadden expression on her face. "This has nothing to do with you, okay? Everything's fine, we're still on for our date, please don't go overthinking anything. I just-.. have a lot on my mind right now."

"About what?" She asked quietly. "Maybe I can help." She offers a small smile.

I break out into a small soft laugh, and Hailey gives me a weird look. "I highly doubt it, princess." I tell her. "It's just some work I gotta do for my dad, it's nothing to worry about." There's instant curiosity written all over Hailey's face, I know that she wants to ask me what I do, what I'm doing when I'm not in school, but I don't give her the chance too. "There's certain things that I can't tell you, princess, things that I don't want to tell you. Please, just trust me when I say that everything's fine."

She glances towards me, a small smile tugging on the right side of her lips, "I don't need to know?"

"Exactly," I smile, placing a quick peck on her lips.

The rest of the school day dragged out slowly, and I was irritable all damn day. Hailey decided that she was gonna spend lunch with her friends today rather than with mine, and I hated that. I wanted her to be around me all hours of the day, she was the only one who was capable of making me smile when I was angry at the world, she was so calming to be around. I couldn't even drive her home after school like I would have wanted, her dad was off on Tuesday's apparently and he usually picked her up. I was like a ticking time bomb getting ready to explode with this whole J.J shit.

J.J Crews was no where near being a bad guy, he was in fact quite the opposite. He was a slim, gawky guy, a fucking geek as a matter of fact. The only reason why I new J.J was because he had helped me out with some school work from time to time, meaning yes, he did my work for me, but it wasn't for nothing. You see, J.J was easily targeted by bullies his freshman and beginning of sophomore year; I outta respect to show appreciation for helping me, took care of things for him. J.J never once asked me to help him get rid of his problems, and when people did lay off of him he never really did ask me if I had anything to do with it, but we both knew that he knew it was me.

Pops had really put me in a uncomfortable situation here. I liked J.J, the last thing I wanted to do was hurt him, but I couldn't really disobey my father either. There were rules, and when people didn't followed them, things like this would happen.

Dion and I pulled up to the little flower boutique that J.J's mother had owned, about an hour before closing time. J.J normally ran the shop by himself on Tuesday and Thursday's after school, while his mother went to school to try and better her English. I only knew this because J.J had mentioned it one time while we were trying to create small talk.

I killed my engine and undid my seatbelt, checking the time on my wrist. "Let's get this shit over with, I have to be at dinner in under an hour."

Dee nods and we step out of my car walking towards the front of the store. I open the door and step inside of the freshly cool boutique as the door makes that welcoming ding every time someone enters.

"I'll be with you in a second!" A voice from the back of the store yells out. It just the person I'm looking for, it's J.J's voice.

I start walking around the small little shop with my hands in my pockets; there flowers everywhere. There's flowers here that I've never even seen in my fucking life. The only flowers I knew about were roses and tulips, and only because they were my mothers favorite. My mind began to wonder if Hailey had a favorite flower, or if she even liked flowers for the matter.

I look over my shoulder to find Dion bending over in front of some white flowers, smelling them. "What the hell are you doing, Dee?"

"Smelling roses," he smiles. "What are you doing?"

"Those are actually gardenia's," J.J politely says behind us. "They're often confused as roses." I turn to face him, "how can I help you gentlem- Isaac?" He furrows his eyebrows and I offer him a small smile, walking over to him. "You're not here for flowers, are you?"

"No, I'm not." I answer him truthfully.

"What's up? What can I help you with?" He asks, and I automatically assume that he probably thinks I need help with some type of school work.

"Your dad.." i start to say, as I fiddle around with some of the cards they have on display. It was the little note cards that you put in a bouquet of flowers so you knew who they were from. I pick one up in between my fingers and instantly scoff at it; It read the words 'I'm sorry'. I quickly flick the card to the ground and get this shxt over with. The faster I get it done, the less guilty I'm hoping to feel. I was never the type of person to feel any sort of guilt when pops sent me out on a job like this, there was absolutely no room for any type of remorse in the mafia. Emotions only made you weak.

I quickly grabbed the back of J.J's head and smash his face down onto the counter in between us. I know that I've broken his nose, there's blood pouring down his chin when he comes back up. I don't stop there though. I don't give J.J a chance to recover and send my fist smashing into his face; he stumbles backwards falling to the ground.

I look over the counter and see J.J on the ground holding onto his nose, trying to stop the bleeding. I hear a shattering of glass behind me, but I don't need to turn around to know that it's Dion doing what I brought him to do. He's suppose to handle the shop while I deal with J.J. I walk around the counter slowly and stand in front of J.J. "Get up, J.J." I command calmly.

He looks up at me with tears welled up in his eyes, as well as fear. J.J always had that same fear in his eyes when he was first tutoring me, but after he had realized what I'd done for him it had disappeared, and he grew comfortable around me. And just like that it was back.. He lowers his hand from his nose, exposing his bloody face, letting out a breathy weep. "Why are you doing this? What did I do?" He cries.

I ignore him and instruct him to get up for a second time, and he slowly shakes his head no. "Are you kidding me, J.J? You're really gonna try and be difficult right now?" I snarl. I grab onto the fabric of his shirt lifting him up a bit, and send two more blows to his face. I'm willing to bet my right nut that I could knock his ass out if I actually hit him with full force, which I haven't been doing. I let go of him and he falls back down to the ground on all fours, spitting blood out of his mouth. I pull my gun out from behind me and crouch down in front of J.J. I keep the safety on my gun as I place it against his temple, I have no intentions in shooting J.J, but this sure will do the trick in scaring the hell out of him. He immediately starts to whimper, keeping his gaze down on the ground. "Apparently your dad owes my pops some money, and he hasn't paid his dues.."

J.J turns to look at me completely and utterly confused. "Listen to me J.J.. This isn't personal, it's just business. Tell your dad to pay the fücking money, my pops isn't someone to fuck with. I actually like you," I tapped the barrel of my gun against his head, as he closes his eyes, shuddering. "You're lucky that it was me who handle this, Jonathan. If it were anyone else they probably would've beaten the shit out of you, and broken one of your fingers."

I remove my gun away from him and stand back up to my full height, "that's enough, Dee! Let's go." I open up the cash register and take whatever little money is in there, and begin to walk towards the exit. The shop is a fücking wreck, Dion really out did himself. There's destroyed flowers all over the floor, along with pieces of glass from the shattered vases. I notice that Dee has a nice bouquet of flowers in his hand as he stood by the door, patiently waiting. "The hell are you doing with those?" I ask him.

He brings the bouquet up to his nose, inhaling their scent. "For ma," he smiles.

I roll my eyes and continue to walk towards the door. Dion exit's the shop first and I come to a halt holding the door open, speaking behind me. "Two days, J.J. He has two days before someone returns."