Hailey's POV

I feel my entire body ache the second I attempt to wake up, my vision attempting to adjust to the bright lights in the room. It takes about a minute or so for my vision to clear up completely and I'm looking around the room to find my husband asleep on the edge of the bed, his hand hanging onto mine, as he leans forward in his chair.

I smile softly at the instant sight of him and squeeze his hand gently, caressing the top of his hand with my thumb.

He's quickly inhaling a deep breath a second later and is sitting up straight. "Hey.." his voice is hoarse.

"W-where is he?" I asked, referring to our son, my voice instantly cracking.

Isaac shakes his head, bringing my hand up to his lips, kissing it. "He's fine, you're fine, he's down in the NICU being monitored. I'll ask if they can bring him up in a little, or if we can go down there, okay?"

I nod instantly relieved that he's okay and feel my chest get immediately heavy at the sight of my husband.

He looks completely wrecked. There's dark circles under his eyes, his eyes are completely red from the lack of sleep I'm sure he hasn't got, which makes me feel guilty for waking him up just now, rather than letting him rest a little while longer.

"How you feeling?" His voice cracks, as he attempts to get rid of the rough edge.

I slowly begin to shake my head as cold waves wash all over my body, my chest suddenly feeling extremely tight as the memories from yesterday continue to reply in my head over and over.

There's a sudden warm heat around my throat where that man's hands were hours ago that's suddenly making it hard to breathe and I'm quickly inhaling a deep breath, my hands instantly flying up to my neck.

Isaac shakes his head as he reaches for my hand, wrapping his large one around mine, "he's not here, you're safe, babe. They're not gonna hurt you, you're okay."

Anymore. They can't hurt me anymore. Is what I want to say, but I can't find the energy to use my voice.

I feel my eyes immediately begin to burn as they start to fill up with tears, the events from yesterday playing over and over again.

I want it to be a blur just like the other times, I don't want to be able to remember everything, anything but I remember everything up until I'm waking up in Dion's arms.

I remember the sirens, I remember the strong scent of the smelling salts Dion used to bring me back to consciousness, I remember crying, yelling for Isaac before everything gets blurred and I'm going unconscious one more time.

I remember waking up in an extremely bright room, a handful of people hovering around me, the feel of someone holding my hand as the doctor gets near. I remember faces, movements, but I can't remember sounds, voices, except for his, Carmelo's.

I remember hearing his voice at the back of my head as everything went down, I remember his voice guiding me as I attempted to fight for my life.

"Hailey," Isaac gently squeezes my hand, bringing my focus back to him.

"I want to see him," I say softly. "I want to see my son."

Isaac nods, bringing my hand up to his lips, "we will baby."

I yank my hand away from him as I feel it begin to shake, my voice immediately cracking, "now! I want to see him right now!"

"Hail-"

"Now, Isaac!"

"Hey," he quickly gets up to his feet, hovering over the bed, his hands cupping my face. "Stop, breathe for me please."

I inhale a deep shaky breath as Isaac brushes some hair away from my face.

"You're anxious, I get it, babe. Believe me, I'll have someone fetch you a nurse as soon as possible, I just need to make sure you're okay first."

"He comes first."

"He is fine. He has been taken care of. Isaiah is perfectly fine, he's being looked after. His mom however, my wife- she just woke up and I have no idea how she's feeling.."

I inhale a second deep shake breath, only this time it's a little more even than the first.

"I'm tired," I say.

He shakes his head with an almost sad look on his face. Pulling in the chair behind him, he takes a seat, reaching for my hand all over again. "That's not what I was referring to, baby."

I shake my head squeezing his hand, "I don't want to think about that right now, I can't-"

"That's fine. Whenever you're ready. I'm here for whenever you're ready."

I nod. "My dad?"

"He just left about twenty minutes ago. Ana and him have been here all night so I told them to go eat and rest up."

"Your parents?"

Isaac inclines his head towards the door, "my dads out in the hall. My mom went home to check on Ayra."

"Ric?"

Isaac brings my hand back up to his lips, kissing it, "don't worry about anyone else, everyone is fine."

"Except for Aj.."

"Even Aj."

I frown. "He's- alive?"

My husband nods his head one single time, placing another kiss on the back of my hand, "barely, but yeah, he's hanging on. He got some pretty nasty burns from the explosion so he's down in the burn unit."

"Does Ric know he's alive??"

"Enough about everyone else," he says. "You and Isaiah are all that matter right now. The second I can move you, you're out of this piece of shit hospital, you and our son."

I cling onto his hand, pulling it towards me. "Are you okay? How are you holding up?" I asked.

I don't miss the edginess in my husband's voice. He's clearly on some type of edge, he always is when we're in the hospital. His primal instinct to protect always kicks in full gear when we end up back here and it's nearly impossible to get him to let his guard down. It took me months last time to get him to genuinely breathe comfortably without thinking someone was going to hurt me.

He nods silently, "I hate seeing you in that fucking bed."

"It's the same bed I would've been in if Isaiah hadn't decided to come early," I say, attempting to reassure him.

"He didn't decide to come early," he snarls, sitting back in his seat. "You had to have an emergency C-section because you had placental abruption, due to that mother fucker kicking you in the stomach and landing on top of you," he points a hand behind him, anxiously shaking his leg up and down. "Dion found you bleeding, Hail, bleeding."

I frown, "you have the footage, you saw the footage.."

"Of course I have the fucking footage," he says. "I wasn't gonna leave it there for the officers to find and connect you to gang affiliated shit. It's already bad enough that you're married to the mob leader himself, Hail."

"Stop it," I hissed. "I know what the fuck I married into, who I'm married to. Don't start doing that shit, don't start belittling yourself."

He doesn't say anything. He sits back quietly in the chair, quickly shaking his right leg up and down, his nerves and emotions getting the best of him.

I extend my hand out on the bed, waving my fingers, indicating that he give me his hand. He does. He sits forward, scooting the chair in.

"I'm okay. Your son is okay, you said. We're both okay, we're both alive, I'm here still, you're not alone, baby, I'm here, I'm fine, you're fine."

He inhales a deep ragged breath, his shoulder and chest trembling, the nonchalant, vacant look never once easing up. He squeezes my hand, inhaling another deep breath. "I'm gonna kill them, every single one. I'm gonna exterminate this entire fucking city until I can get my hands personally on Robsciotti."

I inhale a deep breath myself, a wave of anxiety washing over me. I hated hearing Isaac talk out of pure anger, I hated his thought process because he doesn't think.

I shake my head, clinging onto his hand, "don't make it worse, don't get caught up in the anger, babe, let your men handle it. Let them put you at ease. You don't need to get involved."

A soft knock on the door is quickly interrupting.

"What is it?!" Isaac grumbles loudy.

The door begins to open slowly and Vito is entering the room a second later. He stays quiet, near the doorway, leaving it open beside him.

Isaac keeps his attention on me as he speaks with his guard. "Did I say you can enter, Vito?"

Vito nervously looks in my direction. "No sir."

"No." Isaac turns to look behind him. "What the fuck could be so important that you had the need to walk in here. After I specifically said no one was allowed to enter this room without my clearance."

He swallows hard, tearing his gaze away from me, from his boss, and is directing it towards the ground. A submissive move from his men according to Carmelo.

"Rodriguez is here, boss. She would like clearance to come inside."

I watch the veins on my husband's neck surge as Vito mentions Carmen, my heart slowly starting to beat quicker in my chest.

"To see who?"

"Your wife, sir."

Isaac begins to chuckle devilishly, "absolutely not."

"Isaac-"

"Why does it always take you being in the hospital for her to come see you?!" He exclaims, looking in my direction now. "She comes to see you out of her own guilt for you almost dying, not because she fucking cares, Hail. The answer is no," he turns back to Vito and then back to me. "And that's the end of this discussion."

"Yes sir." Vito answers.

I stay glaring in my husband's direction but keep my mouth shut not wanting to argue in front of his men, seeing how Vito is still standing at the doorway.

"Anything else, Vito?!"

He nods his head, "Lusso's here as well, boss."

Isaac begins to grin, slowly turning to look over his shoulder again. "Tell me you're fucking with me."

Vito shakes his head, a small smile on his face now, "no sir."

"Does she know Ric's here?"

Vito shakes his head again, "I don't believe so, only Lusso boss."

"Who's Lusso?" I asked.

"Amatto's new plaything," Vito smiles. "Ma'am."

"Paola," Isaac confirms, averting his attention back to his guy. "Give her access, Vito, make sure you state who she's coming in to see if Rodriguez is still out there."

"Isaac…"

"What?" He smirks. "We can use a little entertainment, don't you think?"

"No," I grumble. "Find me a nurse before you head down stairs, Vito."

He nods, "yes ma'am." He glances back and forth from Isaac and I. "Excuse me."

"Leave the door open," Isaac commands.

Vito leaves with one last nod, leaving Isaac and I alone again, but it doesn't last very long.

Carmelo's body is soon taking up the door frame a second later as he takes a step inside, tapping his knuckles on the open door, causing Isaac to look behind him.

"The door stayed open," his lips tug to the side. "Thought this would be the perfect opportunity to stop by."

Isaac inclines his head to the side, indicating that his father steps inside and is getting up from the chair he's sitting in a second later.

He leans over me, placing a kiss on my forehead, "I'll give you some privacy, I'll be right outside."

I nod confused and watch my husband leave the room and close the door behind him, ignoring his father on the way out.

"What's that all about?" I asked the second it's just us two.

Carmelo shrugs, walking towards me, "he's been avoiding me the second I got here." He leans down to place a kiss on my forehead just like his son did a second ago. "But when does Isaac really need a reason to be mad at me?"

I look over at him as he takes a seat in the chair his son was in a couple seconds ago. "You've given him nothing but reasons to be mad at you."

Carmelo lifts up a hand, "I promise I haven't done anything lately. I've actually been a good boy," he smiles.

I smile softly in return.

"How are you, sweet heart?"

"I've been worse," I tease.

Carmelo snorts, "humor, gotta love your self defense mechanism."

"Have you seen him?"

"My grandson?" He smiles. I nod. "A few hours ago." He sticks his hand into his pockets and is pulling out his phone, showing me a picture of my son.

I instantly let out a small sob as I reached for the phone, staring at the picture of not only my newborn preemie, but at my husband holding him against his bare skin.

"He's so small," I glide a finger across the screen as if I'm able to touch him, tears quickly blurring my vision.

"5lbs 14 oz," Carmelo answers. He sits forward sliding his finger across the screen, changing the picture to a closer one of Isaiah.

There's a Cpap machine attached to his little head and face and that instantly breaks my heart for him. Another tiny sob slips out and Carmelo's placing his hand on my arm.

"He's fine, angel, it's just to help him breathe a little better. He can breathe on his own so the doctor said he shouldn't be on it for longer than a week."

I nod my head quietly and hand Carmelo the phone back when the door behind him starts to open up slowly and a small brunette is peaking her head in.

"Is everything okay? The-uh-big guy- said- insisted you needed help."

"Come in," Carmelo waves at the nurse.

She nods her head, stepping into the room. "How can I help you, Mrs. Matteo?"

"I want to see my son."

"Yes, of course. Let me see if I can get one of the peds nurses to come up. "

"Don't see, do," Carmelo commands. "Within the next half hour."

"Y-yes sir." She averts her attention back to me. "I'll be back as soon as possible, ma'am."

I nod and she's quickly dismissing herself leaving Carmelo and I alone again. He reaches for his phone and begins texting on it and is stuffing it back into his pants.

"Your dad just left not that long but he wanted to know the second you woke up so I texted him."

I shake my head, "Isaac said they hadn't slept, tell him not to come, to get some rest first."

"I doubt he's even able to rest, Hail, he's been worried sick."

I nod softly. "How are you? How's everything with Adriana?"

Carmelo shakes his head, "my life, my problems are irrelevant right now. You and that baby are all that matter. Your mental health matters to me more than anything else right now, angel. Isaac showed me the footage from the store, I saw what happened, I saw how much you fought, I saw what you did. I'm not leaving this room until you're ready to talk about it."

I inhale a deep breath as I feel a sudden weight fall on my chest .

"I-I," I cleared my throat. "I kept hearing your voice in the back of my head the entire time."

Carmelo's lips tug to the side but he stays quiet letting spill my heart away.

I bring my hands up to my neck, mimicking a choking motion, "even as I felt myself losing consciousness I could hear you yelling at me to fight. I could hear you yelling at me to pay attention to every single thing."

Instant chills run up my body. "It felt so cold and heavy in my hands the second time. I d-didn't- I didn't want to, not again, I couldn't a second time, but I could hear you in my ear yelling at me. " I point to my ear. "It's your or him."

Carmelo sits forward in the chair, reaching for my hand, he clings onto it. "Just like I've told Isaac plenty of times. I'm the villain in this fucking story. Everything that happens is because of me. People die because of me. People hurt and suffer because of me. You don't get to feel guilt that's caused by me. I am sorry that you were put in an uncomfortable situation, that you had to decide between two ultimatums, had you not made the decisions you made you would not be here, Hailey, your son, my grandson would not be here. My son wouldn't be here because the day you die I know he's dying along with you."

I wipe the warm tears that are streaming down my cheeks with my free hand.

"You live in a dog eat dog world now, babygirl. You kill or be killed, and you just proved to the either unground that you're not one to be messed with, you proved how much of a Matteo you can actually be. You didn't take some saint's life, the men you killed were on borrowed time. They were not good people. Had it not been you then it would've been Dion, Ric, Isaac, myself, anyone really, those men were not coming out of the store alive, you understand me?" I nod. "You don't get to feel sorry for shitty people. They sure as hell didn't think twice about attacking a pregnant woman, so don't you dare feel sorry for ending their pathetic lives, they were no bodies."

I nod again.

"Say it," he commands. "Who were they?"

"T-they were no bodies."

He nods. "Better them than you."

"B-b-better them than me."

"Always put yourself first, always fight for your son, your family, your blood."

I nod a small quiet sob coming out.

Carmelo continues to hang onto my hand, his thumb gliding softly over my skin. "You're gonna be okay, everything's going to be okay."

A soft knock on the door is causing Carmelo to quickly let go of my hand and sit back in his seat. He looks over his shoulder almost instantly, "in," he commands short and dry.

An overly large man that I've never seen before enters the room.

He's insanely tall under the door frame, he's taller than Isaac, taller than Carmelo.

The man stands there quietly for about a second. He's wearing a black wool turtleneck so the material definitely clings onto his chest and overly large biceps.

He's definitely dressed a lot nicer than the average guard on duty.

There's a cross hanging around his neck like almost every man has in this faction, only some of these men wear those crosses around their neck because there's a tracker inside of them, but I have a strong feeling this guy is wearing it as a jewelry piece and is missing a tracking device.

We make eye contact for about a second or so and I swear to God that he gives me an almost familiar look as if he knows me personally. He smiles, instantly shooting a wink in my direction and is looking down at Carmelo as he walks up beside him.

Carmelo keeps his attention on me. "What is it, Domingo?"

"The boss had to leave for a sudden emergency and would like to know if you would like to join in on his route?"

"No," Carmelo answers, looking up at him. "Have Sacramento and his men ride along."

He nods his head, "yes sir." But makes no attempt to move, he stays standing there, looking in my direction.

"Did you need anything else, Tobias?"

"No sir."

"Then why don't I hear your feet moving?"

"May I talk to you in private?"

Carmelo turns to look over his shoulder, "regarding?"

"Your wife.. and the little one."

He frowns. "Everything okay?"

Domingo, or Tobias, whatever his name is- nods his head. "I prefer to go over this in the hall sir."

Carmelo inhales a deep breath, "I'm not stepping out of this room, Domingo. You can say whatever you have to say in front of my daughter in law."

I watch the large man slowly nod his head and inhale a deep breath as he looks in my direction for about a second or so and is looking back down at Carmelo.

"She wants to keep her." He says.

Carmelo's instantly turning to look up at him. "I'm sorry?" He frowns.

Domingo clears his throat, "her exact words were,' if he wants to keep me then we're keeping the girl.'"

Carmelo stays quiet for about a second or so and is mumbling something under his breath. "La fottuta donna sarà la mia morte.. I am not raising another teenager in a few years. You tell her the answer is no. Patch her through my private line if has anything else to say about it."

He nods, "yes sir."

Carmelo rolls his eyes, "if you're gonna do it then do it already."

The man smiles, "only if it's okay with the boss."

"You've never been one to follow rules before, Sacramento, why start now?"

I immediately turn to look at the man, completely shocked that the tall mysterious masked man from a couple days ago is standing here in front of me, looking as normal as he can be when he's not dressed up in his tactical gear.

I shake my head in disbelief, "he's not- you're not-"

He smiles, taking a step closer he tilts his head up and is pulling down his turtleneck revealing the same long scar he revealed to me just a few days ago. "I am."

"Oh my God," I gasp as I nearly gawk at him, taking in every small aspect of him.

His tan skin is a shade or two lighter than Isaac and his fathers, around the same color of Ric's skin tone, an almost pale tan color. His hair is also a lot like Patrick's, it's in between wavy and curly, a shade darker than his, but lighter than Isaac's. He has stubble of facial hair as if his freshly shaved beard is growing back in.

The famously known-unknown Sacramento is standing here in front of me, unmasked, but why?

"Y-you're letting me see your face… why?" I questioned.

He chuckles softly, deeply, crossing his massive arms in front of him. His bicep is probably as big as my head now that he's not under all that tactical gear.

He shrugs his shoulders, "thought you could some -cheering up after everything you just endured."

I smile softly, completely speechless that he's really standing here.

"This still does not make us friends, Mrs. Matteo."

"You're letting me see your face and you're still refusing to call me on a first name basis.."

He smiles. Genuinely smiles. "I don't even refer to my wife on a first name basis, Mrs. Matteo."

I roll my eyes playfully and smile back. "Well thank you, it's nice to officially meet you, Sacramento."

He smiles and tilts his head. "This would make you the 5th person to know my true identity, Mrs. Matteo. Do not take it lightly."

"Your secret is safe with me, don't worry," I tease.

"I never worry," he smiles. "If you'll excuse me, I have to get back to your husband. Congratulations on your son. I'm glad you're both okay."

"Thank you," I smile softly.

He leaves a couple seconds later after exchanging a few Italian words with Carmelo and is then leaving us alone in the room together, shutting the door behind him.

"You really don't have to stay, Carmelo, if Isaac wants you to join him then go please. I'll be okay."

"Nonsense," he scoffs, reaching for the bed remote he picks up his feet placing them on the edge of the bed. He clicks the tv on, "haven't you heard, I'm retired, I have nothing but time these days."

"Excuse me," I place my hand on the bed, "I'm the admitted one, I get dibs on the tv screen."

Carmelo chuckles softly and is putting his feet back down, sitting forward in the chair he hands the control over to me.

"Thank you," I smiled and began to slowly click through channels.

My heart quickly falls into my stomach as I stop on the local news channel to find a picture of my husband plastered on the upper corner of the screen.

"Breaking news," the dirty blonde hair cast lady on screen says.

Carmelo immediately reaches for the control from my grip in less than half a second and is changing the channel on the screen.

I quickly swat at his hand and reach for the remote, snatching it away from him, I change the channel back, hiring the volume.

"NYPD is officially enforcing their own curfew on the entire city due to the allegations towards twenty two year old Isaac Matteo, son of the previous notorious underground mafia leader, Carmelo Matteo."

My heart sinks deeper into my stomach as the lady on the screen continues.

"According to an outside source, Isaac only just took over his fathers underground organization after he and his father were attacked outside of the 198 hwy about almost half a year ago and got caught in between the crossfire with another underground mafia family leading up to his fathers death. Rumor has it though that the original king to the criminal underground is actually still alive and has been sighted in the city a couple times. The five underground Italian families have been down each other's neck ever since Carmelo rose from the dead."

"What- what allegations? What the hell is this, Carmelo?!" I asked, never once tearing my eyes away from the tv.

"My son's undoing," he sighs heavily. He lays his hand back on the bed, indicating that I hand him the control, "do yourself a favor, sweet heart, shut it off for your own sake. The media always tends to exploit everything."

I don't hand him the remote. Actually I continued to ignore him and cling onto it as I listened to the broadcast lady, raising the volume on the Tv even louder than a couple seconds ago.

"Up until last night, Isaac Matteo has managed to stay out of the spotlight, but he now seems to be following exactly in his father's footsteps."

I turn to look at Carmelo and he's immediately avoiding my gaze looking down at the ground.

The camera pans away from the dark blonde hair lady and is focusing on a brunette man that's to her left.

"The twenty two year old was spotted outside of Saint Agnes yesterday evening, along with his underground Italian army at the end of the night. His pregnant wife, Hailey Matteo-," there's now a picture of both Isaac and I now on the upper corner of the screen. "Was rushed to the hospital after a shooting broke out downtown at the local childrens store 'Once Upon a Time'. We have no further updates on Mrs. Matteo at the moment."

"State police are strongly advising that everyone stay off of the streets as much as possible and to remain indoors until they can get the situation under control.. Personally, I think they should just let the families settle their underground war they have going on their own."

"War," the male snickers while shaking his head. "This isn't no war, Emma. This is clearly a power move. Issac has definitely pulled a card right out of his father's play book and is attempting to take over the city, just like his father did over twenty years ago."

"Talk about Dejavú," the dirty blonde comments to her co-star while nodding her head. "I was about fourteen years old when his father put the entire city on lockdown."

The male nods his head in return, "he's definitely giving his father a run for his money after the footage we just watched and are about to play for you guys."

"Please be advised that the two videos were about to play for you, especially the second one, can be a little graphic for the younger eye," the blonde warns.

"What the hell has he done?" I comment under my breath.

Carmelo stays quiet, his eyes glued to the tv screen as a recording from outside of the hospital begins to play. It obviously has no sound, but there's an overly large crowd of men in what seems to be the parking lot as the camera zooms in on my husband.

He's standing in the back of a lifted truck, looking out into his army as the news cast people said, a very deadly look on his face as his lips continue to move and he's pointing out into the crowd.

"How out of touch and out of your mind do you have to be to call an entire underground army over to the hospital, where they're are sick people? Families?" The male comments as the screen splits between the footage and the news cast duo.

Carmelo's upper lip twitches as he grumbles something in Italian.

I watch as a handful of men break away from the crowd and begin to head towards who's recording the footage and one by one the men are slowly pulling out their guns firing as the footage immediately gets caught off.

I turn to look at Carmelo and he's quickly turning to look away from me, back down at the ground.

"You knew this was going on?"

Carmelo shakes his head, "I didn't know what he was up to until the last second before the meeting started. He won't listen to me."

I turn my attention back to the Tv screen as a second video begins to play.

This footage isn't as clear as the first one though, this footage seems like it was recorded by someone nearby who's hiding in the shadows because the camera keeps shaking as their hands tremble.

This video has sound. This video breaks my heart even more, this video enrages me.

They're recording the street as multiple black SUVs patrol the streets. They're downtown. The sun is barely going down and it looks like a ghost town. A soft feminine whispers something in the background and the person recording is quickly shushing them as the girl in the background begins to panic and breath heavily.

A loud sound of bullets being fired begins to play in the background as the footage begins to shake and reveals two large men, two of Isaac's men, dragging out a badly beaten man out of the store.

The girl begins to cry in the background as the male recording attempts to comfort her and keep recording at the same time.

Another one of Isaac's guys step out of the small building, a small smile on his face, as two overly large masked men walk out behind him, two large rifles in their hands. Sacramento's men.

One of Sacramento's guys steps forward, closer to the man on the floor. He begins to shake his head and cry, speaking in Italian as Sacramento's guy points his gun down at him.

Carmelo sits at the edge of his seat, quickly focusing his attention on the Tv the second he hears his native tongue.

"What's he saying?" I asked, never once looking in his direction.

Surprisingly he answers. "That he's sorry. He doesn't know anything else from what he's already told them. He doesn't know where he is."

"He? Who's he?"

"I don't know," Carmelo shrugs but I don't believe him for a second.

I don't bother pushing the question and focus back onto the other masked man in the video who's standing to the back, immediately anxious as he keeps his entire stare in the direction of where the two people are recording from.

He slightly tilts his head to the side and is taking a hand off of his rifle, waving 'Hi' in their direction, pointing to look behind them.

The camera shakes for a bit and is now pointing up into the air as the phone drops to the ground, the girl immediately screaming and crying hysterically.

"Tsk tsk," a deep voice clicks their tongue. "Isn't this a pleasant find? What time do you have MK?" The deep, very familiar voice questions.

"5:33," the second voice answers.

"That's unfortunate for you of course."

"P-p-please," the guy pleads as the female continues to cry in the background.

"Shhhh, it's okay," the voice, who I can only assume is Sacramento's, says, consoling the woman. "Tell you what. I'm in a rather good mood right now, I'll give you a freebie this one time, okay?"

"T-t-thank y-you," the woman begins to say.

"Of course, honey. Here lemme help you up," a black gloved hand slides across the screen for about half a second and is helping the girl up, as her face pops into the screen for about a second.

"Leave it," the other deep voice says, as the man attempts to reach for the phone, placing it back down on the ground. "Give it here."

The video shuffles for a bit but stays recording the ground.

"Run," Sacramento says. "Before I change my mind."

You can instantly hear the two take off running a second later.

"That thing recording?"

"Yeah, It's live actually," the second man answers.

The phone shuffles around as it gets handed over and the camera screen is switching over, revealing a very familiar masked face, Sacramento. There's black paint around his green eyes, instantly intensifying them.

"When should we fetch?" The voice beside him questions.

"After their 33 second head start," Sacramento says, and is holding the phone up, showing more of his masked face and stays quiet. You hear four rounds of gun shots ring in the distance and Sacramento is holding up his pistol a second later, pointing it to the screen. "This is only the beginning of the death toll. You were given rules, very simple rules, should you decide not to comply and think stupidly well it gets you- you know... I am looking for a man by the name of Gregory Robsciotti, dead or alive, preferably alive. Valid information will be rewarded."

Carmelo's quickly snatching the remote control out of my hand a second later, and turning the tv off. "That's enough."

The tv is off but I can't turn away from the wall the tv is hanging from. I'm stuck. I can't tear my gaze away from it. I feel sick to my stomach. I can feel my heart in my throat. I can hear the girls crying still, I can still hear the ringing of the bullets, the cold in Sacramentos voice. I can feel the anger taking over the anxious feeling and it instantly makes me sick.

"Get someone in here," I say, still stuck looking forward.

I feel Carmelo's warm hand on top of mine. "Who? Someone medical?"

I shake my head. "Someone from the hall. One of his men."

"Hailey-"

I slowly turn to look at him, pulling my hand away from his touch. "Now, Carmelo."

He nods his head quietly and is getting up from his chair and is walking towards the door. He opens it and sticks his head out and is whistling, waving someone over.

He stands to the side, making his way back over to the chair as Vito steps into the room a couple seconds later.

"Yes sir?"

Carmelo glances in my direction.

"Get my husband on the phone," I say.

"He's unavailable ma'am, he's offline for the next couple hours. I can contact Sacr-"

"Did I ask if he was available, Vito?"

"No ma'am."

"No," I retort. "I said get my husband on the phone."

"Mrs. Matteo-"

I turn and reach for the small vase of flowers that's on the bedside to my right and throw it in Vito's direction. Carmelo's instantly ducking out of the way, as does Vito, causing it to crash and break on the floor.

"GET ISAAC ON THE FUCKING PHONE, VITO!!"

He nods his head rapidly, shifting his gaze back and forth from Carmelo and I. "Yes ma'am, I'll try my best."

"I don't need your best, Vito, I need you to get my husband on the fucking phone, think you can handle that?!"

"Yes ma'am, right away ma'am," he answers and is quickly rushing out of the room.

I inhale a deep breath trying to calm my nerves down, settle the nausea, eyeing Carmelo as he slowly reaches for the remote on the bed.

He presses the big red button, pointing back to the mess I just made. He smiles, "I'll get someone to clean that up for you boss."

I laugh softly, shaking my head, "I hate you for that."