After washing up Isaac and I crawl back into bed and do what we intended to do the first time, we actually fall asleep. Apparently I was so exhausted that I knocked out within seconds, and that was rare, I usually had the hardest time falling asleep. Isaac handed me one his long sleeves to sleep in after our shower, and only that. After I had put on the shirt I went to lay down and waited for Isaac to get dressed himself, but apparently I knocked out way before he could make it to bed.

I was currently snuggled up next to Isaac laying on his bare chest, with my leg draped over his when a light knock came from his door and woke me up. A second knock came soon after, but this time a soft voice spoke up from behind the door, "master Isaac?" It was that butler dude, Bevens, if I remember correctly.

I picked my head up from Isaac chest to find him sound asleep still. He looked so handsome just laying there all relaxed, I really didn't want to wake him, but I did. I lightly started shaking him awake, "Isaac."

"Hmm?" He stirred in his sleep.

"I think there's someone at your door, baby" I whispered. Bevens just so happened to knocked in that same exact moment for a third time.

Isaac inhaled a deep breath, stretching his body out, trying to come out of his sleep when Bevens knocked again. "Master Isaac?"

"What, B, what!" Isaac grumbles crankily. 

"I'm terribly sorry for waking you, sir, but you-"

"Obviously not that fücking sorry if you continued on knocking," Isaac rudely interrupts, as he turns to lay on his side. He wraps an arm around me, pulling me closer to him. He smiles down at me, kissing my lips really quick, "morning," he murmurs.

I smile and kiss him back, "hi."

"My apologies sir, but your mother is growing worried that you haven't left your bedroom yet. She wonders if your ill, you didn't make it down for breakfast."

Isaac groans while rolling his eyes, "I'm fine, B. I just over slept, i had a long night." He smiles down at me, and I bashfully burry my face into his chest. "What time is it? Tell ma I'll be down for lunch."

"It's 2:18, sir." Isaac quickly loosens his hold from around me, and turns behind him to pick up his phone on the night stand, checking the time. It really was 2pm. Holy carp, we slept for over three hours?! "Lunch is already ready. Your father sent me to get you. He asked that you not keep them waiting again, and not to try and sneak your friend out, sir." I immediately sit up on his bed at the mention of me. "Your father said she'll be joining you guys."

"Fuck," Isaac mutters under his breath, running a hand through his messy hair. He looks at me and sighs deeply, "we'll be out in a bit, B."

"Yes sir."

Isaac plants a kiss on my forehead and throws his covers off of him, getting off of his bed. "Looks like your meeting my parents today," he says casually, as if his dad wasn't the damn mob boss!

I immediately scurry off of his bed, pulling his shirt down to cover my butt. I start frantically shaking my head, "Isaac, i- I don't want to meet your dad!"

Isaac rushes over to me, cupping my face in his hands. "Hey, hey, hey, relax. You'll be fine, baby. We'll just pop in, say hi, and I'll tell them that I have to take you home so we can't stay, okay?" I nod my head rapidly. "Breathe, Hailey. Don't freak out on me. I still have your pills in my jeans, you want'em?"

"No," I answer. "They'll just make me tired." I inhale a deep breath, exhaling it slowly. "I'll be fine, I'm fine."

"Good," he kisses my forehead again. "Now go get dressed, put that sexy little dress back on." He smacks my ass before walking away into the bathroom.

"Isaac!" I rub my bottom from the sting of his hand, and hear him chuckle in the restroom.

I quickly remove his shirt afraid that he'll come back out and see me completely naked, and put my undergarment and dress back on. I leave my button up shirt off and go stuff it in my gym bag, when I see my phone popping out of my purse. I pull it out and turn the screen on to see that I have 3 missed calls and three text messages. Two calls are from Carmen and the other my dad. Same with the Messages, ones from Carmen, my dad, and Angela.  

I ignored all the other messages and quickly went to read my dads. He had texted me at 7:23 in the morning, and then called me at 10:11. His message read; "Hey kiddo you're probably sleeping still but I got called into work early today. I left some money on top of the table in case you make it home before I do. Love you."

Im actually pretty surprised that I don't have a million missed calls from my dad after I never got back to him when he called. I needed to come up with a lie, and quick. I started texting my dad back when I decided calling him would probably be best. I clicked on his contact and the call immediately went to his voicemail, so I left a message. "Hey daddy, sorry I missed your call. We didn't go to bed until like almost 5 in the morning, and we're literally just waking up." I softly fake laugh.

Isaac walked out of the bathroom when I was in the middle of my message, and I immediately brought my fingers up to my lips, indicating that he doesn't say anything. He smirks and winks in my direction, as I finished my message. "I'm about to head home in a bit, but I'm suppose to go to lunch with Carmen because she's at her dads this weekend so I'll probably be out by the time you get home. Either way I'll text you when I'm about to leave. K, bye dad, love you."

I hung my phone up and turned back around, nearly yelping. Isaac was standing directly in front of me, "oh my god! Don't do that!" I smack him on the chest, which is now fully covered with a black shirt by the way, still wearing the same black joggers from earlier.

He chuckles, "I'm sorry, I thought you heard me."

"It's fine," i smile.

"You're going out with Carmen today?"

"Yeah, well if she still wants too. Hopefully she's not too mad. She blew up my phone this morning."

Isaac wraps an arm around me, pulling me into him. "I'm sure she'll get over it. Where are you girls gonna go eat?"

I wrap my arms around his torso, "I'm not sure," I tell him. "I'll probably call her when I get home."

"Well when you figure it out, let me know." He kisses my lips. "I wanna know where you're at. Come on, grab your bags, we're late enough as it is."

~~~~

I don't know what I was excepting Isaac house to look like, but I hadn't expected him to live in a mansion. This place was so huge. The hall ways were insane, they were so wide and tall, it was like a damn palace in here. The size of his living room was probably literally the size of my entire house, and they had two of them! One at the front of the house and one towards the back, the one I had seen, and according to Isaac this was the smaller one.

I sat my bags down on a near by chair in the hall way, as we made our way into the dinning room.  My hand was starting to get a bit clammy in Isaac's hand the more nervous I got, I stopped a couple feet in front of the entrance when I heard a deep laughter erupt from inside, causing Isaac to stop in front of me. He chuckles lightly, pulling me over to him, "you'll be fine, come on."

I take a deep breath and follow after him. God I wish I was wearing actual clothing right now, and not this damn dress. I should've threw my shirt back on.

Isaac gently knocks on the side wall as we walk in, and his parents immediately stop their conversation.

His father immediately leans into his wife, muttering something to her. "What I'd tell you, sapevo che non era Angela."

Isaac rolls his eyes and shakes his head softly, as his mom smack his dad on the arm. "comportarsi!"

Isaac's mother really was a sight to look at. She was extremely beautiful, actually beautiful didn't even begin to cover how gorgeous his mom really was. Just like Angela, and every other Italian beauty in this city, Isaac's mom had beautifully flawless olive skin, with dark, long, nice styled hair. Isaac had her beautiful dark eyes, and long lashes. She had an amazing, slim figure for a woman her age. She was right down beautiful all the way around.

I'd never seen Mr. Matteo in person before, only in a newspaper article once, but let me tell you; Isaac was an exact younger replica of him, he looked so much like his father. They had that same exact harsh, stern, glare, and they both carried themselves well, exuding with confidence. Everything about Mr. Matteo screamed power. Mr. Matteo had hazel, green, eyes, when Isaac had his mother's dark brown orbs. Unlike Isaac, Mr. Matteo wore facial hair, he had a nicely, sharp, clean beard on his face.

"Are you gonna stand there all afternoon, or you gonna come sit down so we can eat?" Mr. Matteo asked impatiently.

"Oh we're actually not staying pops, we just came down to say hi real quick before we head off."

"You mean to tell me that-"

"Carmelo," Isaac's mom talks over her husband, placing her hand on top of his.

"Shush, Adriana." Mr. Matteo says to his wife, speaking her name in his Italian charm. He turns his attention back to his son, "your mother went out of her way to prepare this lunch for her family, and you're gonna have the audacity to miss it, just like you did with breakfast?"

"Pops-"

"Sit. Down, Antonio.. NOW!"

Isaac sighs heavily, he turns to look at me with an apologetic look on his face, "come on," he inclined his head forward. He pulls a chair out for me, and I kindly thank him taking a seat to the right of him, as he sits next to his father and directly in front of his mother.

"Well.. are you gonna introduce your friend to us." His dad grumbles, picking up a glass that's filled with a cooper looking drinking, brining it up to his lips.

Isaac mildly shakes his head, "oh right.. This is Hailey, my girlfriend."

Mr. Matteo starts coughing, "your what?!" He chokes on his drink.

"Carmelo!" Mrs. Matteo exclaims, smacking Mr. Matteo on the arm, tossing him a napkin. "I'm sorry about my husbands table manners, sweetheart, it's nice to meet you, Hailey. You're a very beautiful young lady."

"Thank you, Mrs. Matteo." I blush.

"Oh darling please, you can call me Adriana, Adri, Ria, Driana, anything your little heart desires."

I giggle as Isaac chuckles softly next to me, "ma.."

"What?" She glances at her son.

"Stop," he smiles.

"What?" She exclaims again. "My son finally brings a girl home, I can't help that I'm a little excited!"

I glance at Isaac beside me, he's never brought a girl home? I highly doubt that. He's probably just never got caught, up until today at least.

I push all the unwanted thoughts to the back of my head and giggle, grabbing Isaac's hand underneath the table, "it's fine," I tell him. "I like Adriana," I smile over at her. "It's a beautiful name."

"Thank you, sweetheart. I hope you like Mexican food," she smiles back.

"I love Mexican food, my best friends actually Hispanic."

"You don't say?" Mrs. Matteo continues to smile. "My brother is actually married to a Hispanic woman, she taught me how to make most of this dish. Carmelo and Isaac go crazy when I cook Mexican food," she laughs softly and I see Mr. Matteo from the corner of my eye just admiring his wife, nodding, agreeing with her.

"That's not all I go crazy for," he mutters under his breath, smirking at Adriana.

"Ew, pops, can you not."

"Carmelo! Per favore, we have guest!" She giggles.

Bevens walks out of what I'm assuming is the kitchen, pushing along a cart filled with food on top of it. He stops next to Mrs. Matteo and sets a plate of food in front of her, then in front of her husband, Isaac and myself. I look down at the plate and I'm being greeted by two red enchiladas, some Spanish rice, and a side of fried beans. Bevens then places a big salad bowl in the middle of the table, along with some small plates and looks up at me. "What would you like to drink, dear?"

"Oh, um, waters fine, thank you."

"Nonsense, child. Bring her some limonata," his mom says.

"Right away, ma'am, and for you mister, Isaac?"

"Lemonade's fine, B."

Bevens nods his head, "I'll return in a second then." And strolls away with his little cart.

"Dig in, Hailey, my wife makes some of the best enchiladas, for being an Italian.." Mr. Matteo teases and Mrs. Matteo playfully glares at him, serving herself a plate of salad.

"It all looks amazing, thank you."

"Respectful little thing, aren't you?"

I look up at Isaac's father, timidly smiling at him, "i-I try to be."

Bevens returns with two glasses filled with ice, and a pitcher filled with yellow liquid. He sets a glass in front of Isaac and myself, pouring some lemonade into each cup and leaves the pitcher on the table, making his way back out.

Mr. Matteo speaks up as he's cutting a piece of his enchiladas and pick his fork up about mid way to his face, "tell me about yourself, Hailey." He shoves his food into his mouth.  "Do you go to school with my son? What's your last name?" He says in between chews.

I swallow the spoon full of rice that I had shoved into my mouth, and nod my head.  "Yes, sir, and its Summers," I smile.

"Summers?" Mr. Matteo recites back, furrowing his eyebrows. He sets his fork down on the table, "you wouldn't happen to have any relation to a David Summers?"

I gulp at the mention of my dads name. Crap. I slowly place my fork down, and nod my head. "Um he's-"

"David's her dad," Isaac speaks up, placing his hand on my left thigh, slightly squeezing it.

"Sei stupido?! Sapete chi è suo padre!" Isaac's dad is suddenly raising his voice, shouting at him, when Isaac starts speaking back to him in Italian as well. You don't have to be a fucking genius to know that they're probably talking about my dad, about me.

I feel an instant wave of anxiousness creep up my back and make its way down my arms, and into my fingers. I rub my hands up and down my thighs, trying to ease the tingly sensation but it's not working. I could feel my blood instantly starting to rush, this is not going to be good.

This was was a bad idea from the start, we were stupid to think we could make this work.

I immediately push my chair back and get up from my seat, "I- I should probably g-go. I'm sorry for.. yeah, I'm sorry. The food was lovely Mrs. M-Matteo, t-thank y-you."

"Hailey, no, please stay, sweetheart. I can assure that everything's fine."

"I'm s-sorry, I- I can't." I take a few steps back, but Isaac quickly gets up and grabs a firm hold on my wrist, pulling me back towards him.

"You are not gonna runaway again! what the hell did we just talk about, Hailey! Sit down."

I shake my head trying to pull my arm from him," I- "

"SIT. DOWN." He growls, and I sit. "Breathe, I'll be right back." Isaac turns to walk away, leaving me alone with his mother and father. God why is he leaving me alone with them, but not a second later Isaac returns. He grabs his glass of lemonade from the table and kneels down in front of me, opening his palm in between us. I glance down at his hand and notice that he has one of my pills.

I look back at him, shaking my head. "I don't want it," I whisper.

"I didn't ask you if you did, take it."

"What is that, Isaac?" His mother asked from her seat, deeply concern. "Is she okay?"

"She will be once she takes this," Isaac replies, never tearing his gaze off of me. The tears that had welded up in my eyes, slowly start to stream down my cheeks. "Now, Hailey."

I slowly reach for the pill and place it inside of my mouth, as Isaac brings his glass up to my lips. I clasps my hands around his hand, around the glass, taking a small drink, only enough to help me swallow the pill. Isaac places the glass back onto the table, "how long does it take to kick in?"

"5-10 minutes," I sniff.

"Good, just breathe until then, okay?" I nod my head.

Mr. Matteo gets up from his seat, "can I have a word with you, Antonio.. In private."

"Can it wait?" Isaac grumbles.

"No. It can not. My office, now!" Mr. Matteo storms out of the dinning room area.

"Go, son. Don't upset him. I'll stay with her," his mother smiles, suddenly standing directly behind Isaac, placing a hand down on his shoulder.

"Think you can handle a few minutes without me?" I nod, and Isaac clasps a hand at the back of my head, brining it towards him so he can place a sweet, soft, kiss on my forehead. "I'll be right back," he says.

Isaac leaves the dinning room and I'm now left alone with his mom as she's kneels down in front of me. "Panic attack, right?" I look up at Mrs. Matteo, but I don't do anything, nor say anything. "Can I?" She smiles and opens her arms, asking if she can hug me. I nod and she slowly wraps her arms around me.

She pulls me in towards her, chuckling softly, as she soothes my back. I don't hug her back, yet, I simply stay sitting there. "As much as he hates to admit it, Isaac is so much like his father, in so many ways." She continues to chuckle. "He doesn't know this, but I use to be exactly like you, Hailey." I open my eyes the instant she says that. "I sorta developed a panic disorder when I first had Isaac, it was a first time mom thing. It's why I never really had anymore kids, I was too afraid to go through that type of paranoia again."

"What happened?" I asked.

"Nothing," she chuckled. "Nothing ever happened. But my mind was so set on that someone was gonna come hurt my baby to get back at Carmelo, because let's be honest, my husband isn't no saint." I chuckled in Mrs. Matteo's embrace. The more I listen to her calm, caring, soft, voice talk, the more relaxed i seemed to get. There was something about Mrs. Matteo that was so heart warming and motherly, and I no longer had that, so I embraced it, and her. It could've just been the medication starting to kick in, but either way I was starting to feel some what normal again.

She continued, "I didn't want this life for Isaac. I didn't mind it when it was just me, but now I had someone else to think about, someone else to protect. I didn't want us to be in constant danger, I wanted Isaac to have a normal, mundane life. So I left, and boy did Carmelo reign hell. He nearly destroyed himself and everything he had worked for, just to find his family. When he finally did find us, he assured me that the safest place for us was with him, under his protection, under his eye, and he was right. So I came back home."

I let go off Isaac's mom, pulling back a bit as she slid her thumbs across my cheeks. "When did it go away?" I asked.

"I'm not entirely sure. I took it day by day, and one morning I just woke up and realized that I no longer felt scared, I felt safe." She smiled. "He made me feel safe."

Isaac's POV

I deliberately followed my father out into the hall way, and into his study, near the stairway.

"Chiudi la porta," pops grumbled the second we were inside his office. I purposely slam the door shut behind me, that's gonna earn me a mouthful, but surprisingly pops only scowls me. 

He walks towards his desk, pointing a hand at the closed door behind me, "that girl is gonna bring nothing but trouble, KP, get rid of her immediately."

"No."

"Are you fucking stupid, Antonio?! Do you know who her father is?!" He repeats his phrase from earlier. Pops thick Italian accent always came out when he got upset.

"As a matter of fact, yes!" I shouted back. "I went over and asked him personally if I could date his daughter!"

"And what? He just so willingly agreed to it?" Pops scoffed, "because I'm having a very hard time believing that."

"Not entirely, no.. but he's at least trying, for his daughter!"

Pops sighs deeply, sinking into his desk chair, massaging his temples. "You do not need a girl like that in your life, son."

"A girl like what, dad? A girl who's warm hearted? Smart, sweet, funny, caring, not to mention beautiful!"

"Debole," my dad says looking up at me. "A girl that weak is not fit for this life, Antonio, and you know that. Per l'amor di Dio, son, you could have any girl you want in this town, why would you choose someone so naive!?"

"You sure you don't mean Italian, dad? Why did I have to choose a non-Italian woman?"

My dad jaw clenches, "I did not say that, Isaac." He says through gritted teeth.

"You didn't have too! I know that's what you're trying to say!"

"BASTA!" My dad exclaims, slamming his hand onto his desk. "I did not come in hear to argue with you! You wanna date the poor little girl, bene, but do not come running to me when you're in trouble! Do you understand me?!" I look away, not answering my father. "I am talking to you, Isaac Antonio!"

"Sí.." I grumble through clenched teeth.

My father picks up a little yellow note pad off of his desk, and tosses it in my direction. I catch it in my hands,noting that there's a address written down on it. "I need you to do a job for me tonight, well Salvador does."

"Uncle Sal?" I questioned, arching an eyebrow.

Pops nods, "he has a client that owes him about a dime, if you include interest." Pops smirks. A dime meaning, 10,000$. "Mr. Mor unfortunately is doing everything in his power to avoid your uncle and flew the state, unfortunately for him he left his wife, two daughters, and son behind."

I start shaking my head gradually at the information pops was giving me, I had no doubt that he was about to send me after Mr.Mor's family, just like he had with J.J last week. Luckily Mr. Crews had came in a couple days later with all the money he owed. Thank God too, I really didn't want to go after J.J a second time. Things get broken on the second collection, depending how much you owed.

"He's sending Nathaniel out on the job, since he won't be going back to school for a while, and needs something to do to stay occupied. However, he is a little uneasy about sending your cousin solo, so I want you to go with him." Pops starts shaking his head, "Your uncle's a good man and is only going after the boy, but I want you to make sure that the message gets engraved into Mrs. Mor's head. I want her to know that if her husband doesn't return in the next 48 hours, she's no longer gonna be a mother of three. Understand?"

I nod and peel the sticky note off the notepad, shoving it into my pocket, "how old is the son?"

"22, they call him Jagger. Her two daughters are 12, and the little one just turned 5 yesterday. The kid plays baseball for the city, so the whole family's gonna be there."

"Minus one," I murmur and my dad chuckles softly.

"Wait till after the game is done to do anything, I don't need you creating a scene, got it?" I nod. "Take your girlfriend home and drive to your uncles place afterwards."

I nod again, "is that all?"

Pops shakes his head and gets up from his chair walking over to me, he wraps an arm around my shoulder. "Your mother doesn't find out about any of this, okay? It's bad enough that she already thinks I'm a bad influence on her brother."

I snort softly, "I know, pops, I won't."

"Good, come on.."

We step out of his office and walk back into the dinning room, with pops following closely behind me. I stop at the entrance of the room when I see that my mother and girlfriend are embraced in each other arms.

I stand there for a few seconds not wanting to disturb their bonding moment.

My mother tells Hailey something, but I'm too far to hear what was said, but Hailey soon breaks out into a smile and goes back in to hug my mom.

The whole interaction between the two of them makes me feel all weird and tingly inside, but i shake it off immediately when ma turns to look at us.

She smiles and mouths the words, "she's fine."

I smile as I walk back over to them, as my mom unwraps her arms from around Hailey. She stands back up to her feet, making her way back over to her chair, as well as my pops.

I crouch down in front of my girlfriend, resting my hand on her knee, "how you feeling, pumpkin?"

Hailey smiles lazily and murmurs, "I wanna go home."

I smile back at her, "let's take you home then. I'll be back later." I tell my parents.

I grab Hailey's hand pulling her up from her seat, when I catch my mother hitting pops on the side of his arm from the corner of my eye.

Pops sighs heavily, "Miss Summer's."

Hailey cautiously turns to my parents.

"I apologize if I had anything to do with your small attack just then, it wasn't my intention to upset you." Ma smacks my dad a second time, and he turns to her. "What!?" He groans, and ma gives him a knowing glare. Dad rolls his eyes, and sighs again, "I'm sorry for my behavior, dear, I know I can come off a bit rude."

I scoff and roll my eyes. Pops really was the worst at apologies.

"Shut it." He tells me. "I really hope that I haven't scared you off and you do decide to return, I would really like to get to know you, Miss Summer's."

Well that was a little better.

Hailey simply smiles and say's, "it was lovely to have met you Mr. Matteo.. Mrs. Matteo."

My mother quickly loses her glare and smiles, "you too, sweetheart, take care.."