Isaac's POV

Your dads alive.. I have him...

Roxwell's voice continues to ring at the back of my head as everything and everyone in the room begins to get foggy and hazy- the only thing that I can hear right now is the sound of my own heart beating in my chest, my own heart attempting to rip out of my chest.

There's no fucking way.

"H-how?" A deep voice from behind me questions; It's Dom.

Cris doesn't answer him, he stays silent looking in my direction and I'm quickly trying to come back to my senses.

"What do you mean you have him?" My voice drops an octave. "Why do you have him? How is he still alive? I saw-"

"What he wanted you to see," he says gruffly, interrupting.

He hangs onto his baby cousin's hand as his other one clings to his side, preventing him from bleeding out where I just jammed my blade into him.

He's gonna need stitches pretty soon if he wants to stay alive, if he wants to stop the bleeding.

I purposely brought the biggest blade I could get my hands on with me today because I had every intention of hurting him, I wanted him to suffer, I wanted it to be a slow painful death, I wanted it to do some damage.

Cris shakes his head and is taking a step back, leaning against his desk as he inhales a deep ragged breath, "I can't give you the answers you need, Matteo, not without letting him explain himself first."

"Explain himself?" I frown. "The hell is that supposed to mean!??"

"Exactly what it means!" He shouts back, a hint of a wince at the back of his voice. "Just trust me when I say I'm not the bad guy here, I'm not holding him hostage or for ransom or anything."

"I'd watch the way you talk to me, Roxwell, you're in no position to raise your voice."

He scoffs, "did you honestly think it would be this easy to get to me, Matteo? I practically sent you an invitation and left the door open for you, Isaac. I have the family's eating out of my fucking hand, you don't think I could've infiltrated your warehouse, your home, where you think you and your wife are most safe at?!"

I take a step forward, my right hand instantly reaching for the gun in the back of my pants when a hand in front of me is holding me back.

Beanie is standing beside me shaking his head, averting his gaze towards Isabelle. "Ne ha passate abbastanza," he mutters under his breath.

"I would never do anything to purposely put red in danger, Isaac, especially now, as bad as this looks, I promise I'm only trying to help, it's all supposed to be set up this way."

"Where is he?!" I grit in between clenched teeth.

"Not here," he scoffs.

"Take me to him, take me to him right now!" I demanded.

Roxwell's gaze stays locked on me, the sudden glare on his face never letting up, never once breaking our eye contact, and is then nodding his head softly a couple seconds later.

I take a step back, waving a hand towards his office door, "after you."

He continues to cling onto his baby cousin's hand and is then pushing himself off of his desk and is taking a step forward. Unfortunately he doesn't make it very far though, he begins to lose his balance and collapses onto the ground a second later and Isabelle is rushing over to him.

"Uncle Cris!" She cries, dropping down to her knees reaching for her cousin's hand all over again, tears streaming down her rosy pink cheeks. "Please get up, uncle Cris."

"Isaac," I hear a soft, masculine voice behind me. It's Beanie, he's still standing in my fucking personal space. I turn to look over my shoulder to see that he's taken a couple steps back, practically still standing behind me, as Dom watches us closely, "we'll never find him if he bleeds out, kid."

I point behind Beanie, towards Dominic, "you're fucking dead if you knew about this the entire time," I snarl.

He shakes his head, "I'm just as mind fucked as you are kid, I swear on my life I had no idea."

I look back over towards Beanie, the very little trust I have left still clinging onto him. He glances back and forth from Dom and I and he's shaking his head as well, "he's not lying, I swear we didn't know, Isaac. We're in the dark just as much as you are here."

I turn back towards Roxwell on the floor, his hand is no longer clinging onto his side as he begins to slowly bleed out on his hard wood floor, Belle still at his side, crying her heart out.

"Pick him up, Sacramento."

He takes a step deeper into the room, "yes sir," and is then snapping his fingers at the other men in the room.

"Pick him up and patch him up," I say. "I want him conscious within the hour."

"Copy that."

"Someone please grab her and take her to the warehouse," I point towards a crying Isabelle. "Make sure she's okay."

"Yes sir," another one of the men in the room answered softly as I began to make my way out of the office.

I hear a panicked screaming Isabelle behind me as I continue to make my way out of the office, the house, until I'm back outside getting the fresh air that I so desperately need.

I continue my way down the small steps, tuning out the screaming little girl and feel myself slowly starting to break now that I'm alone.

There's no way in hell, it's not possible.

I stick my hand into my pocket and pull my phone out with a sudden shaky hand, the adrenaline from earlier is long gone. My hands are so shaky that I immediately drop my phone onto the floor and I'm bending over to pick it up, noting the few cracks it just got, quickly dialing my wife's number when I see the twelve miss calls on the screen.

I glue the phone next to my ear, the shakes never once easing up, my heart never once slowly down as I stare at myself in the SUV's reflection. There's no fucking way.

"Isaac?!" Her voice has a small panic to it the second she answers the call.

"Hey," I answer as calmly as I can, praying to God that my voice doesn't come out as shaky as my hands but my constant training and practice is in my favor today.

"Oh thank God!" There's an instant sudden relief in her voice. "You're okay, You're alive."

"Hail.."

I hear the immediate concern back in her voice, "what's wrong? What is it?" I stay quiet. "Who is it?" She questions a few seconds later, probably thinking we lost someone when in reality it's exactly the opposite. I remain quiet for a bit longer as I struggle to find my voice. "Isaac?"

"H-he's alive," I mumbled.

"Who is?" She questions.

Chills are running up my spine all over again when I answer her, "my d-dad," my voice cracks. "He's alive, he's not dead."

Silence, there's complete silence on her side of the call for a second or so.

"Hail?"

"I-I don't understand, what do you mean he's alive? H-he's actually there with you?"

I shake my head although she can't see me, "no, he, uh, he blurted it out right as I was-" I pause.

"Okay," she breathes heavily now. "So you haven't seen him yet?"

"No."

"Then don't believe it just yet, baby. What does he want? Why does he even have him?"

"Nothing," I answered. "He said he's not keeping him hostage. He won't give me a lot of details, he wants him to explain everything."

"Please tell me that this is a joke."

"How am I gonna tell her if it's true?" I utter quietly referring to my mom.

I hear her inhale a deep breath, "we won't worry about that yet until we see living proof, okay, until he's standing in front of you?"

I nod again, more for myself than for her, "what if it's not true? What if this is all a part of his sick plan?" I think out loud.

"Then you finish what you started, Antonio."

My heart thumps violently in my chest, "you'll be okay with me doing that?"

"I understand why it needs to be done, why you need to do it," she answers, her voice now firm rather than soft and delicate.

"You'll forgive me?"

"I'll only need to forgive you if you've done something to upset me, babe, and I have nothing to be upset about. You have my full support on whatever you decide to do, Isaac, you do what you think is best for this family; for your son's empire you understand me?" I nod as I continue to look at my own reflection in the tinted window. "Isaac?"

"I understand," I respond as I watch my men in the window reflection carry an unconscious Cris down the steps behind me.

"Good. Please be careful and keep me updated."

I turn around to face my men and nearly wanna smile when I see Isabelle clinging onto Beanie's hand as they walk out of the house, tears still glistering on her cheeks as his other free hand clings onto a stuffed teddy bear and small blanket.

"I will," I say, "get some rest. I love you."

"I love you more."

I snort softly right before hanging up, "impossible,"

***

"Wake up!" I smack the back of my hand on Roxwell's arm.

He's currently laying down on the couch that's in my office back at the warehouse as I sit in front of him, waiting not so patiently for him to wake up on his own.

I didn't want Sacramento and his team taking Roxwell down into the infirmary so I actually instructed them to put Cris in the men's break room/ kitchen area; whatever you call it - up until Leo was done stitching him up and had them move him into my office so he can sleep off the morphine we had given him.

Leo actually tried waking him up about an hour ago but he wasn't coherent enough to form actual sentences and immediately fell back into his sleep.

I didn't want to spend all my fucking time sitting here in this room watching him nap the drug off, I wanted to go see my wife, go strategized with the rest of my men, do anything other than sit here bored out of my damn mind, but I didn't trust my men to behave enough to leave this idiot alone.

They know nothing yet still, I haven't made any type of announcement since we've been back, all they know is that the person who is supposedly responsible for my fathers, their former boss death is now here in their home, within their grasp and are literally watching him like a hawk, waiting for the second that I leave this room.

I actually have about three of Sacramento's men lined up outside of my office incase anyone decides they wanna be brave and bold and come rushing in here, not that I would mind them making my job easier but I couldn't let anything happen to Cris until I knew the truth, until I know if my father is actually alive or not.

Roxwell inhales a deep sharp breath and is stretching his body out, wincing immediately from the pain.

"Yeah I wouldn't do that," I comment pointing over to his bare stomach. "Those stitches will only hold so much before you tear them open."

"B-belle?" He winces and begins to panic as he attempts to sit up straight. "Where is she? Where's Belle?"

My lips quickly begin to tug to the side as I roll the mini stool that I'm sitting on to the side, getting out of his way, revealing the little girl sitting behind me at my desk. Isabelle's currently preoccupied coloring with a headset on her head, an iPad sitting in front of her, playing whatever movie Beanie put on for her. He actually only just brought her in here about thirty minutes ago after he failed at trying to get her to eat.

I watch Cris physically relax when he sees that his little cousin is okay and he's sitting up completely, motioning at her to take off the headset. She does and is quickly hopping out of the chair, running into her cousin's arm.

He leans forward hugging Belle for about a second or so and is then pulling away from her, "you okay?" He questions, inspecting every inch of her body just like he did earlier today when we were at his house.

Isabelle nods her head and is dropping her gaze down to his side, where his stitches are at, "does it hurt?"

Roxwell shakes his head, "I'm okay, baby." He inclines his head towards the iPad, "what are you watching?"

I watch a small little smile form on Isabelle's face but she stays quiet, not answering her cousin.

"Let me guess, finding Nemo?" He guesses a second later.

Isabelle shakes her head, her smile growing little by little, "finding dory."

Cris begins to shake his head, a small smile now on his face, "Isabelle Renee, you promised you wouldn't watch that without me."

"I got bored! You were taking forever to wake up!" She exclaims.

"Fair enough," Cris laughs softly.

Isabelle's soft voice loses all the playfulness it just had as she nervously looks in my direction for a quick second and then back over to her cousin, "can we go home now?"

Cris shakes his head softly and is bringing Isabelle forward placing a quick kiss on her forehead, "almost principessa, go finish your movie okay? I gotta do some grown up talk real quick."

She nods her head and is turning to look at me, "are you going to make him bleed again?"

I snort softly and lean forward watching Isabelle take a step away from me, "depends, are you gonna be a good girl and listen to what your uncle Cris is asking you?" I asked. "You gonna stay here and finish your movie and coloring book while we talk?"

She nods her head and I stick my pinky out in front of her, "then I promise I wont hurt him anymore, okay?"

She nods her head again and is interlocking her little pinky with mine for a few seconds and is walking back over to the 0ther side of my desk, plopping back down onto the chair putting the black beats back over her ears.

She smiles in our direction one last time before she picks up the laptop and leans it against the small black lamp that sits in the corner next to my laptop. I turn back to Roxwell once I see that the iPad in front of Isabelle has her full attention to find him already looking in my direction.

"Are you gonna live or would you like some more nappy time princess?"

He scoffs, shaking his head, "are you gonna give me a shirt or just let everyone stare at my nipples all day?"

I get up from the little stool and walk over to the small closet in the corner and grab a black T hoodie from one of the hangers and throw the sweater in his direction.

"Believe me, Roxwell, no one wants to look at your damn nipples."

He snorts softly and is then wincing a second later as he struggles to put the sweater over his head. He gets up from the couch and is adjusting the hoodie.

"Burn it when you're done with it, I don't want it back if you're gonna bleed all over it," I comment, making my way back in his direction.

He chortles softly, sticking his arms out in front of him, admiring my sweater, "oh you actually thought you were getting this back?" He shakes his head, "nah I like how soft it is, I'm keeping it, it's our first hoodie."

I roll my eyes, "I should've known you couldn't afford nice clothing."

He snorts one more time, inclining his head forward, towards Isabelle, who's now coloring again, "how do I know she'll be safe while I'm gone?"

"Because I'm on babysitter duty."

Cris quickly turns towards the door to find none other than Dion standing at the doorway, a pair of smaller feet standing behind him. He reaches a hand behind him, pulling his sister in front of him as she clings onto a bag of jumbo marshmallows.

I ended up calling Dion on the drive back to the warehouse, explaining to him what the hell had just happened, what Cris had said and asked him for his advice about what to do with Isabelle. I definitely didn't want to leave her alone in a warehouse full of strange men she didn't know. I also didn't want to drag my wife into this mess, I still needed to fix the mess I created this morning with her so I didn't think it was fair of me to ask for any favors from her.

Dion instantly offered to stay with Belle, to look after her while we were gone and I couldn't have been more grateful.

"Last time I checked I remember promising a certain little girl a playdate," Dee smiled. "And Adele's been dying to go watch a new movie that just came out, if it's alright with you of course?"

Roxwell doesn't hesitate and is quickly nodding his head, looking back over at me, a confused look on his face.

"Figured you might trust him more than you trust me," I explained.

"Thank you," he mutters.

"Roxwell." Cris glances back towards Dee. He's extending his hand out in front of him, a small piece of paper in between his fingers. "My number, in case you want her back sooner than later."

Cris slowly reaches for the folded paper and nods, "congratulations on your babygirl," he says.

Dion nods his head, "you know- I'm really hoping that you're not fucking with this family, Cris. I promise I'll look after Belle like if she were my own regardless of our differences, but I'm really praying for your own well being here. I hope your story adds up. I wanna believe you."

"You can."

***

We're out of the warehouse ten minutes later, after getting the girls acquainted with each other of course.

Beanie, Dominic, Cris, and myself are all riding in a truck together as two more follow behind me, Sacramento and a handful of his men in those just to be safe.

My heart begins to thump insanely inside of my chest when a big building comes into view. It's the same building, the same warehouse, that we had to rescue Hailey from a couple years ago when his cousin decided to be an asshole and kidnapped her.

I swore that night that if I got her back safely I'd promise to never let anything happen to her again. I would never let her out of my sight, I'd guard her with my life if I had to again, but I've definitely broken that promise quite a bit, seeing how I almost lost her over a year ago.

Everything I do not only reflects on her but now our son so I literally have to think everything through multiple times before I make any type of choices or actions, everything has to be precise. I'm tired of seeing my family, my life, crash right from under me.

We pull into the parking lot and I'm surprised to see that it's nearly empty when we climb out of the trucks.

"I remodeled and relocated after what happened here," Cris explains, not having to go into full details. "I keep this one mainly for storage. A reminder of where I came from," he adds. "Of who I came from, who I'm trying to get away from, who I need to be better for."

"Isabelle?"

I nod, "for the only women who matter in my life. I'd be nothing without them, I'd be nothing if I can't protect them.. I would've gladly followed in my family's bloodline if it wasn't for them. I owe it to them to show them that they don't constantly have to live in fear, that there's still some of us good guys left in this lifestyle."

I mentally roll my eyes because although I can relate to what he's going on about, I don't really care to sympathize with him, I'm here for one thing only and only one reason, one person.

As much as I want Cris to be telling the truth I genuinely don't know how I'm going to react seeing my father after so long, after believing he was dead, after trying to make myself believe that he was actually gone that I wasn't in denial for no reason.

Cris looks in my direction as we begin to move forward towards the entrance of his building, "the back up really wasn't necessary, Matteo, I don't have more than a half a dozen men here."

I shrug as Beanie and Dom walk right beside me on each side, "one can never be too careful."

"Hey," he comes to a pause and sticks out a hand in front of him, in front of me as his other hand reaches for one of the door handles. "I know it's not my place, but try and be a little open minded ya? Listen before you make any harsh decisions. Your dads mental health right now isn't in a very good place."

"You're right, it's not your place," I retort.

"I'm serious, Isaac. His guilt and loneliness got pretty bad a few weeks ago, I had to actually chain his ass up for a couple days and wait for him to calm down so he wouldn't ruin things. He's been wanting to come clean, but he made me promise him months ago that I wouldn't let him fall apart and I tried my best to keep him sane."

"Open the fucking door, Roxwell."

He mildly shakes his head, "stubborn just like him," he grumbles and is putting a code into the keypad that's on the doorknob. It beeps and is unlocked a second later.

Cris opens the door and is stepping to the side allowing my men to walk in front of us, in front of me, and is walking inside right after us, standing off to the side.

"There's a room behind the staircase," he inclines towards the back of the building and Sacramento and his men are moving forward.

Roxwell wasn't lying about having only a handful of men here, there's about five guys in total on this bottom floor that were in, the warehouse has a total of two floors from the last time I looked up.

I keep most of my attention focused on Cris as he walks a couple feet ahead of us heading towards two large closed doors behind the stairwell.

He pulls a set of keys out of his pants and is sticking a gold/bronze looking one into the right door and is unlocking it a second later.

He opens the door but leaves it slightly ajar, "after you, or would you prefer that I go in first."

I incline my head forward obviously wanting him to go in first and he does.

He opens the door all the way, opening the left one as well and is walking into the room as I cautiously follow after him and step into what looks like to be a small living area.

Chills instantly begin to run up my arms and spine when I hear some soft voices to find a tv on in what looks to be like a tiny living room area with a bed that's probably a queen or king a few feet from the couch, it clearly still not being made and just slept in.

My eyes quickly begin to scan the small loft searching for my father and fall short when I don't see him in the small kitchen area either and turn to look at Cris frowning.

He opens his mouth ready to say something and is quickly closing it back shut as both him and I turn to look towards a door when we hear the door knob jiggling beside us.

My inside immediately begins to churn as I watch the door open and my very much alive father is stepping outside of what I can only presume is a bathroom, there's a towel in his hand, his dark black hair wet and shiny.

I think I'm going to be sick.

I feel even more nauseous now watching him step out of that bathroom alive, than when I stepped into the OR room a couple months ago.

My eyes immediately drop down to the somewhat still fresh new scar on his chest from where he was shot, justifying that I'm not crazy, I'm not dreaming, I did in fact watch this man die in front of me or- so I thought at least.

A million questions begin to run through my mind as well as feelings. I can't decide whether I'm happy to see that he's up and breathing or if I'm furious for the bullshit that he's about to try and feed me and immediately begin to feel an itch in my right hand as they begin to shake.

He quickly comes to a stop when he sees us standing near the entrance and he's dropping the towel out of his hand and onto the floor, "Isaac-"

He takes a step forward and I'm easily taking one back, shaking my head.

"Son-"

Dominic and beanie burge into the room at the sound of his voice and the air in the room immediately feels thinner as they push past me coming to an instant hault.

Dom takes a step forward leaving Beanie and I behind as he and my dad stare each other down for a few seconds and Dominic is quickly rushing over to him.

For a second I think he's about to hit him with the cold glare that's one his face but he's instantly wrapping his arms around my dad when he walks up to him.

"You mother fucker," Dominic mutters as my dad wraps his arms around him, a small smirk forming on his face.

Pops looks in my direction, "give me a second, Dom, lemme go to my son," he pats his hand on the back of Dominic.

Dom nods his head pulling himself away from my father and is taking a step back as Pops slowly begins to make his way towards me.

"You gonna come give your old man a hug or you gonna stand there the entire time just staring at me?" He comments.

My feet begin to have a mind of their own and quickly start to move in his direction, rushing over to him. A slow smile begins to form on his face as I close in on the little space left in between us but I don't wrap my arms like he thinks I'm about to do.

Instead I connect my right fist with his face and he's slowly nodding his head, shaking off the hit as the turmoil begins to stir inside of me.

Anger it is.

"Fair, I deserved that," he says and I'm quickly connecting my fist with his face a second time before he can get another word out.

"You explain yourself and you fucking do that right now!" I snarl. "I don't wanna hear no fucking run arounds, no bullshit. How are you still alive?!"

"Are you gonna hit me everytime I finish a sentence?" He questions, standing up straight.

Wack. I sent my fist flying into his face two more times. He begins to stumble to the side from the force of the hit.

"Does that answer your question?!"

"Fucking aye, Isaac," he spits blood onto the floor. "I can't remember the last time someone actually hit me this hard, kid."

Wack. "HOW ARE YOU STILL ALIVE?!" I shout as he loses his balance and is falling over to his knee.

"Because I was never dead son!" He shouts. "They just needed to believe that I was!"

"Who?!" I make a closed fist, wanting to connect it with his already bruising cheek.

"The other families," he says awfully calm as he stands back up, spitting up some more blood onto the floor. "The Deromas. The Robsciottis."

"So you faked your own death?!" I exclaimed.

"I had to, they were never gonna stop."

Wack.

"Isaac!" He shouts in frustration from all the hits and I'm sending my fist right back into his face, my knuckles starting to pick up on a shade of red. Surprisingly he hasn't bothered to block any of them and I know he easily can.

"I needed to get the heat off of my family! It was your head or mine!" He shouts.

"The hell are you talking about? The families had been quiet."

My dad shakes his head, "the threats never stopped, I just got good at hiding them, from the both of you," he waves a hand towards Dominic. "They followed you to Italy.. "

They what?

"You were having the time of your life enjoying your honeymoon, your wife, and I was over here falling apart, receiving threats, endless pictures of you guys, trying to keep you alive."

"I never noticed anything.."

"I know," he sighs heavily. "I had to call in some very old favors to ensure that all my kids came back alive to the U.S, all three of them."

Three? I immediately begin to frown, "wait-"

"I knew," he quickly talks over me nodding his head, confirming what I was just about to ask. "I didn't want to know, but I knew. I would've loved to be surprised, I even tried to act as surprised as I could, but they had told me, they even tried using it against me. I didn't want to believe it at first and I was definitely in denial up until I received pictures of you guys at the beach and Hailey was in a bathing suit sporting a brand new baby bump and everything changed."

"You could've told me, you should've told me."

He shakes his head, "I made Cris promise me that he would be the one to do it. I planned the ambush, I needed them to believe Cris was on their side. I knew you would hate him, I knew you would blame him, but I knew deep down inside that when the rage died down you would team up with him, I needed the family's to think they had Cris, they needed to put their guard down in order for you to be able to attack them son."

"Instead I almost killed him!" I point over at Cris who stands off to the side.

"How the hell did you manage to communicate with him, meet up with him without me knowing?" Dominic asked from the back of us.

My dads snorted softly, "it was hard as hell I'll tell you that, but not impossible."

"She mourned you..." I grit out in between clenched teeth, the anger resurfacing again as I think of my mother.

My dad inhales a deep breath, exhaling it quietly, "you and everyone else, Isaac"

I scoff loudly, "are you fucking kidding me?" I retorted, connecting my fist with his face all over again.

He shakes it off, turning back to me and I'm connecting my fist with him again before he can completely recover, knocking him down to the ground.

"Do you know what the fuck you did? You fucking broke her!" I spat. "You broke mom!

"Isaac-"

"No! I'll never get her screams out of my head when I had to tell her you were dead! WHEN I HAD TO TELL HER!" I jab at my chest.

He stands back up to his feet, "and I'm sorry!" He shouts. "I promise I'll be the one to put her back together, don't worry-"

"Don't worry?! Are you fucking serious right now-"

"I couldn't risk anyone knowing that I was alive, son!"

"So you trusted him instead," I point back over to Cris. "Over your own son, your own blood?!"

He slowly shakes his head, "it wasn't about not trusting you, Isaac, you know I trust you kid. I needed it to look as real as it could be.."

"Who else knew about this?!"

He shakes his head again, "no one other than Cris."

Wack; I connect my fist with the side of his face again for who knows how many times now, I lost count after five. It's definitely gonna be sore when the adrenaline and anger dies down.

He immediately begins to spit up blood and is turning to the side spitting it out, looking over at Dominic and Beanie.

"What the fuck are you looking at them for?!" I shout, pulling his attention back to me."They're not gonna help you, they can't save you! They don't belong to you anymore, you're dead, you no longer exist to them. They work for me."

"Isaac-" Dominic mutters, taking a step forward.

I quickly grab my gun from behind me, "you shut the fuck up!" I snarl, pointing it over in his direction. "Anyone else have something to say?" I look over at the rest of the men in the room, waving the gun in their direction.

All of them, minus Dominic, all look away from my dad and myself, averting their attention to the ground, anywhere else but towards us.

"Come on, Isaac," Beanie takes a couple steps forward, reaching for my gun he takes it out of my hand and I actually let him. "Let's pack up, breathe, and talk at home."

My dad shakes his head rapidly, "I can't go home, Isaac, not yet, they can't know I'm alive if it's not safe yet."

Uncontrollable anger quickly begins to build up back inside me but I don't feel myself let go, I don't allow myself to feed into the black out as Beans wraps a hand around my arm, "breathe it out," he says softly.

I nod my head attempting to gain control of my breathing, trying to stop my heart from ripping out of my chest, my hands from hands, from killing the man that's supposed to already be dead.

I look back over towards my father and point towards the door, "get in the fucking truck before I have my men drag you out of this fucking building.. If you wanna stay dead you can fucking stay dead, but don't you ever contact my family when you decide to resurface."