Isaac's POV

"How mad do you think she's gonna be?" Dion's voice rings in my car as I pull into my driveway.

I glance at the time on the stereo, 11:26pm, and grimmance.

"Seven," I say. "Seven and half maybe."

He chuckles deeply, "better grab your pillow and blanket, I think you might be sleeping on the couch again."

"Fuck you, that was by choice, I didn't want to bother her and wake her up."

"Or you were too scared to deal with her wrath because of the time you got home!"

"You're an idiot," I smile as I place my car in park.

"You're both idiots!" I hear Angela say from a distance. "You wake your daughter up, Ricci, and KP isn't gonna be the only one sleeping on the ouch these days."

Dion chuckles softly, "yes, Mrs. Ricci. I'll see you at the warehouse in the morning, KP, call me if you need a place to crash."

I smile, playfully rolling my eyes, "for sure. Goodnight, Ang."

"Night," she says shortly.

I end the call a second later and kill the engine to my car, stepping out of it and walking over towards my front door, noting the lights off inside.

Yep. She's definitely gonna be mad if she's asleep already.

Fishing my keys out, I unlock the door and walk into my house, locking the door behind me. Making my way over to our alarm system I quickly disarmed it, resetting it from the night and began to walk in the direction of my living room to see a faint glow coming from that room.

I find my wife asleep on the couch, on her side with our five year old son in her arms, the tv playing something softly in the background.

I smile and pull my phone back out of my pocket, taking a quick picture of my two most important people and crouch down in front of the couch a second later.

I place my hand on the side of Hailey's face/upper neck, caressing her face with my thumb.

She inhales a deep breath, waking up a second later, staring in my direction. "You're late," she whispers.

I nod, caressing her skin still, "I know, I'm sorry, he didn't talk as easily as I would have hoped he did."

She nods her head silently.

"Let's go to bed," I lean in to kiss her on the forehead, and scoop Isaiah in my arms, standing back up to my full height.

My son immediately begins to stir and is wrapping his arms around my neck instantly falling back to sleep as I wait for Hailey to get up from the couch and follow her up the stairs.

She pushes Isaiah's bedroom open for me and I'm walking over to the bed placing him down on it stepping to the side, allowing my wife to tuck him in, walking back to our bedroom.

"You showering or getting straight into bed?" She questions as she walks over to the bed, undoing the blankets.

I shake my head, heading towards the bathroom, "I'll shower in the morning, I'm exhausted."

I leave the door open to the bathroom as I step inside and quickly begin to undress. I step out of my shoes, kicking them towards the laundry bin, quickly taking off my silky black button up, tossing it into the bin.

Pulling my gun out of my slacks I place it on the counter, removing my belt and slacks afterwards, tossing them into the bin as well, reaching for the sweatpants that I left in here this morning, stepping back into them.

I take off any jewelry on my hands and wrists, leaving only my wedding band and crucifix on and walk back into the bedroom, taking my gun with me and putting it away in my locked secret compartment under my nightstand.

Hailey's already in bed and under the blanket by the time I climb into bed with her, she's quickly putting her phone down on her nightstand giving me her full attention.

"How tired are you?"

"Why?" I smirk, glancing in her direction.

She playfully smacks me on the side of the arm, "not for that reason! There's something I need to talk to you about."

"Can it wait till the morning?"

"I prefer it didn't."

I inhale a deep breath, giving her all my attention, "then let's talk," I yawn on cue.

"I want to change Isaiah schools," she says.

"Change schools?" I frown. "He just started the year, babe. It's only been two weeks."

"He doesn't like it," her voice immediately softens up and I'm quickly on alert, sitting up. "His teacher called me earlier this afternoon, he's having trouble adjusting. He started crying his heart out the second we started getting ready for bed, yelling that he doesn't want to go to school anymore, that the other kids are mean to him."

I feel my hands immediately go numb and tingly as my blood begins to boil. My kid is getting fucking bullied?! My kid?!

"He's five," I snarl. "What the fuck is there to bully him about?!"

"His eyes."

I inhale a deep breath, trying hard not to get so worked up, it's not her fault that this is happening.

Isaiah was born with complete Heterochromia, meaning he has two different colored eyes, he has one eye that's brown like myself and one eye that's green like his mother's.

He actually loves his eyes so it kills me to know that kids are making fun of his heterochromia. Hailey told him last year when he got curious about his eyes that when he was a baby mommy got into an accident making him really sick.

She told him God gave him some of his special power to make him all healthy and better, but in the process it left him with two different colored eyes to show just how special he was to us and he absolutely ate her story up.

I shake my head, "I don't want to move him schools," I tell my wife. "He's not going to a public school, fuck that. Milo's daughter and Dion's daughter go to that same school, I don't wanna separate him from them. I'll fix it, I'll put them all in the same class if I have to. He's staying put."

"Isaac-"

"At least until I try and fix it," I say. "I'll take him to school myself tomorrow. I want to talk to those people, his teacher."

Hailey placed her hand on top of my arm, "please don't make a scene, you can't afford to get into any trouble. I'll go with you guys, I'll stay in the truck."

I shake my head and lean in to place a kiss on her forehead, "you're not invited mom, you're staying home, in bed-sleep in. Let's dad handle this, let me have a father, son, bonding mom."

"He's five, Isaac. Remember that when you're losing your temper."

I chuckle and shake my head as I reach for the lamp to my left, turning it off, "you say that as if I'm going to do something crazy."

She narrows her eyes as she turns around to turn her lamp off making the room pitch black, snuggling into bed, next to me. "I know you better than anyone else, Mr. Matteo."

A deep chuckle rumbles from out of my chest as I wrap an arm around Hailey, pulling her into me. "I wouldn't dream of bullying a kindergarten teacher."

***

"Hailey!" I shout for a second time. "Let go babe!!"

"Shall I go up and get them sir?" Voss questions from behind me. He's standing on the outside of our home, as I wait near our open front door for my wife to come down with our five year old.

Voss is probably one of Isaiah's most favorite people around the house so he automatically gets assigned to his and Hailey's security team, hence why he's here in my home so goddamn early.

"No," I snarl, glancing down at my watch on my wrist. 7:32am.

I woke up on the wrong side of the bed if you couldn't tell.

After Hailey and I went to bed Dominic started blowing up my phone about an hour later that we had an issue down stairs that needed my attention. Needless to say I dragged myself out of bed and to the warehouse, getting a good four hours of sleep max.

"Katherine!" I yell a third time, starting to really lose my patience here.

Isaiah has to be at school and in class in his seat by 8:25 am, anything after that is considered tardy. The private school my son is enrolled in is very strict on their rules. The students are only allowed to be late three times a month before the parents receive a late fee.

I didn't give two fucks about the late fee, I care about being that fucking family that always got their kid to school late, I cared about being late to my own shit. Late starts mean I come home even later than I would like too.

"Stop fucking yelling!" She swears as she makes her way down the stairs, our five year old clinging on to her hand, tears on his face.

"Why is he crying?" I point towards Isaiah.

"Because he doesn't want to go to school, Isaac," she snarls, her voice a softer toner. "It's nearly impossible to get him in the truck and leave without him having a panic attack."

"Why didn't you tell me it was this bad?"

"When would you like me to tell you? Over dinner when your phone is blowing up? When you come home in the middle of the night and you're instantly crawling into bed? Or in the morning when you're already gone by the time Isaiah and I are waking up?"

I inhale a deep breath, reaching for my son's hand, pulling him to my side. "It's been a hectic month, I know, I'm sorry," I lean in to kiss her and she's instantly turning so that I'm kissing her cheek. "I'll always make time for you guys though. You are and will always be my main priority, Hail."

I feel her push at my chest, pushing me away from her, "you should get going, wouldn't want you guys to be late," she sasses.

I immediately grab her face with my free hand, turning her to look at me and lean down to kiss her on the lips, "I love you, go back to bed cranky pants."

"I love you too," she grumbles before kissing me and pulling her face out of my hand, turning to walk away.

I smack her on the ass as she's turning to go back upstairs and she's quickly flipping me off.

I smile and turn around to walk towards the trucks, Isaiah's hand still in mind.

"Morning little man," Voss is instantly at my son's side, holding his fist out in front of him.

Isaiah doesn't say anything back verbally, but he's quickly connecting his fist with Voss'.

He instantly hisses, shaking his hand as if Isaiah genuinely hurt him and my son's smiling a second later at him.

"Gotta lay off the nuggets little man, you're gonna break my hand off one day."

Isaiah laughs softly, shaking his head no as I lift him up and sit him down in his booster seat.

"Is mommy coming?" he asked softly as I clicked on his seat belt.

"No buddy, it's just you and me this morning," I tell him.

He nods his head, looking down at his lap and I'm closing the back door a second later.

"Callister McKinney Jr," Voss says beside me, handing me an iPad. "Son of Callister and Alisha McKinney. Mom's an overnight shift CNA so dad drops him off in the mornings and mom picks him up after school."

I scrolled down the document I had my team work up late last night while I was at the warehouse. It definitely didn't take long for Babycakes to hack into the school's system and get the reports on my son's bullying, creating a file on the kid and his parents.

I hand him back the iPad after making a mental note of the truck Mr. McKinney drives praying to baby Jesus that we run into each other this morning and climb into my truck, instructing Voss to follow after me.

I glance in my rear view mirror a couple times looking in Isaiah's direction to find him sitting in his car booster fairly quiet, gazing out the window.

Luckily for us his school is just a few minutes away and it's 7:52 by the time I'm pulling into the school parking lot and I'm driving into the drop off zone as my men park in the parking lot.

My body immediately begins to fill with excitement when I see the truck that's two cars ahead of me. It's a white GMC Sierra Denali. It's the truck from my file a few minutes ago.

It's Callister's truck.

I instantly tighten my grip on the steering wheel, looking into the rear view mirror.

"Isaiah." He looks in my direction. "Do you really want to change schools?"

He shrugs his shoulders, a sad pout on his face now.

"You can talk to me son, I won't get mad I promise. Do you not want to go to this school because you don't like it, or because you don't like the people in it?"

"People don't like me," he says quietly.

That's all I need to hear to trigger the fight in me.

I quickly get out of line, driving on the other side of the cars pulling in front of the GMC as it's about to pull up to the drop off zone. He immediately begins to honk his horn like crazy.

"You can't park here papa."

I lean over into my glove department and open it up reaching for the gun that I have stashed in there, looking over my shoulder. "Stay in this truck, Isaiah. I don't want you following behind me."

He instantly begins to shake his head when he sees the gun in my hand, a nervous look on his face now. "Papa please, it's okay!"

I open the door to the truck instantly hearing a click behind me and poke my head back in to find my son undoing his seat belt.

"What the fuck did I say, Isaiah!? Stay in that fucking seat!" I shout and he's quickly nodding his head, sitting back in the booster.

"What the fuck is your problem dude!" The idiot in front of me honks his horn a couple more times before I'm peeking my head out, walking around the truck.

"Oh fuck," he quickly utters, putting his window back up.

I aim my gun at him, walking towards the truck, "unlock the fucking door before I shoot your window out."

The doors click unlock and I'm tucking my gun away reaching for the door handle. Grabbing a handful of his shirt I yank him out of his truck, pushing him towards the hood of his truck, placing my gun at the back of his head.

He instantly begins to stammer, "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I didn't know!"

"So you know who I am?!" I snarl. He nods, his entire body trembling. "Who!?" I press my gun deeper into his thick ass skull.

"M-Matteo," he stammers. "K-king of the city."

I immediately feel my lips tug to the side. God hearing that never gets old.

King of New York City.

King. Of. New York. City.

Not king of the east. Not of the west, nor north or south, KING OF THE ENTIRE FUCKING CITY. I of course share the city, run the city, with my half older brother Cris.

I take care of everything for the most part but focus more on the upper north and east side of New York and he handles the lower south and west side of the city as our father tries to enjoy his retirement.

Pops, Cris, and I actually took over the city about six years ago, a little before my son was born and till this day it was under my control and my control only. Granted a few families started to rise out of nowhere but definitely have stayed in their place to try and intervene with my business.

Cris instantly combined his organization, his men, his family with ours, making The Matteo famiglia even larger than it already was, making us just damn nearly indestructible, leaving the other families left to fend for themselves.

After taking down The Deroma's, The Robiscotti's instantly threw in their white flag and volunteered to give up their own boss and submitted before they too could go up in flames.

Cris agreed to stay but still wanted an out, he still didn't want to be in complete control, he agreed to stay and be about our family, but he didn't want to be king anymore, at least not yet. That came two years after Isaiah was born, after his twins were born.

Having so much power, so much control, kept me so much busier than I would have liked that I started spending more time away from my son, more time away from my wife.

It actually started causing a strain on my marriage, on my family, and my brother immediately stepped up and offered to take half of the city off of my hands because he now wanted to be someone his boys could look up to and I couldn't have been more grateful for that.

"Wrong," I retort, yanking him back up, turning him to face me. "I'm that boy's father," I pointed towards my crying five year old, who's now standing near our truck, out of his fuckin seat.

Hailey gonna have my fucking ass for this.

Tearing my gaze away from my son I turned back to the idiot in front of me, ignoring the panicked, quiet crowd around us.

I own this fucking school, this fucking block, this city. No one's gonna be brave enough to call the authorities without my say so because of the reputation my father and I have together.

Shit, even Cris looks like a full blooded Matteo now after these years, unleashing his wrath on people from time to time. He's definitely picked up on The Matteo tempter everyone likes to call and my dad couldn't be any more proud to call him his son.

"Cal, I suggest you teach your son some fucking manners before I start ingrating them into you. Are you aware of the situation that's going on between our sons?"

He nodded his head, "m-my w-wife told me, I already t-talked to my son about it. It w-won't happen a-gain."

"For your sake you better pray to God that it doesn't. I suggest you guys start looking for a different school just to be safe."

He nods his head.

"You good boss?" I turn behind me to find Beanie and Voss standing a few feet away, a grin on Beans face.

I don't pay them any mind as I let go of Callister and begin to walk back to my truck, closing in on the distance between Isaiah and I, who's still crying his little heart out.

Fucking kill me. He's definitely telling his mom this.

"Come here," I say as I bend down to pick him up. God when did he get so tall, he's growing up way faster than I would have liked.

I walk over to the back of our truck and sit him down on the edge of the back seat as he continues to sniff his little life away.

"Stop crying, Isaiah," I wiped the tears from his face using my thumbs. My son is definitely a mommas boy, he has all of my wife's favorite qualities, especially being dramatic and sensitive. "You're okay, breathe."

"That's not why I'm crying!" He cries, immediately swatting my hands away.

This one- this one is one of dad's characteristics; defensive.

I smile and laugh softly, "okay why are you crying?" I asked.

He doesn't say anything in return. My five year olds pout only deepens as he stares back in my direction, not uttering a single sound.

Silent treatment. Also learned that from his mother.

I inhale a deep breath and cross my arms along my chest, "Isaiah Isaak, I can not help you nor fix what's wrong if you don't tell me why you're upset. I can't correct my behavior if you don't talk with me, son."

My son sniffs a couple times another small stream of tears starting to pour down his cheeks.

"Isaiah-"

"You're gonna get in trouble again," he cries.

I feel my heart sink a little into my gut. "What?"

"The police is going to take you again."

I inhale another deep breath uncrossing my arms and kneeling down in front of my son.

Our house was raided sometime last month by the SWAT team in the middle of the night and it was nearly impossible to get Isaiah to sleep in his room after that night.

David of course tipped me off saying that he had suspicions to think that the city was planning a raid because his new partner was suddenly interested in his daughter and grandson's life, but never once asked about his son in law, and everyone nowadays knows we're tied to each other.

David couldn't confirm that the raid was actually going to happen because he hadn't heard anything to just prepare for it and I definitely like to be safe rather than sorry.

I don't keep anything at the house to begin with, I learned from my father that I didn't want to bring work home, anything and everything that they were probably looking for was back in my office or at the warehouse.

I had my guys remove every weapon out of the house that same week because I definitely wasn't going to get caught with a loaded weapon, but that's exactly why I got arrested that night.

The raid didn't happen until almost three weeks later of David bringing it to my attention, the same fucking night that I had just got back from a fucking trip too.

I was tired that night, exhausted. I got home a little before 11 o'clock at night and drove straight to the house rather than going to the warehouse and switching out the car, the car that just so happened to have an automatic rifle in the truck, along with my 9mm in the bathroom after I changed, hence the secret compartment in my night stand now.

I got home, checked on Isaiah in his bedroom, went straight into the shower afterwards and crawled into bed with my wife only to be rudely awakened almost two hours later.

The SWAT team was anything but nice that night when they had me in handcuffs, dragging me around, slamming me into the hood of my car, showing off the goodies I got caught with and booked me in that night. David's not the only one on my payroll anymore though, he's actually gotten me a few more heads that he genuinely trusts to take some heat off of his back and make it easier on everyone.

By the time they went to do the paperwork that night the guns they had collected from my house had magically gotten lost before they could get processed in evidence. The charges were immediately dropped and I was back home in less than an hour after my lawyer got there.

Isaiah slept with us for almost two weeks after the incident happened, Hailey would take him to bed and he would wake up crying his heart out looking for me.

I place my hand on my son's knee, "I'm not going anywhere kid, you don't have to worry about the police coming back to the house okay."

He nods his head, "promise?"

"Yeah," I nod, sticking my pinky in between us. "Pinky promise."

He lifts his hand intertwining his pinky with mine.

"Come on," I stand up and reach for his hand. He puts his small hand in mine and I'm helping him out of the truck a second later, inclining my head to the side so that my men follow me into the school.

I point in front of us once we've entered the building, "which one is your teacher?"

Isaiah points over to a slim, brunette down the hall to the right, standing outside of her class room.

"What's her name?" I asked.

"Ms. Marie."

"Good morning, Isaiah," she immediately smiles and greets my son as we walk up to her. She looks no older than my age probably.

My son doesn't return the greeting, he looks down and I'm instantly tugging at his hand.

"Morning," he mumbles softly, keeping his gaze away from her.

"Would it be alright if I walk my son to his seat, Ms. Marie?"

She quickly begins to nod her, a nervous look now on her face, "of course. Third row, third seat."

"I know where my son sits," I comment, stepping into the room, my men following closely behind.

I walk Isaiah over to his desk, sitting him down in the chair, the class nearly filled with his classmates. I kneel down next to my son, noticing the instant sad look on his face.

I softly tap my knuckles on his desk, "look at me."

He does slowly, tears welled in his eyes. "I will have uncle Dion take over today if you want me to stay with you all day."

He shakes his head no, his tears free falling a second later. "I don't wanna be here," he says quietly. "I want mom."

"Mommy's not here, you get dad today, okay?"

He nods his head quietly, wiping the tears from his eyes.

"What's your name?" I asked.

My son frowns quietly staring in my direction, confused. I don't repeat myself though, allowing him to speak.

"Isaiah," he whispers, answering a second later.

"Isaiah what?"

"Isaak Matteo."

I nod, "and who am I?"

"Papa," he answers innocently.

I immediately smile and shake my head, "what's my name? What do other people call me?"

"Mr. Matteo."

I nod again. "And who's that?"

"Big boss."

"So what does that make you?"

"Little boss?" He says unsurely.

I chuckle softly, "yeah-little boss. Now who are all these people here with you, Isaiah?" I twirl a finger around the classroom, his classmates.

"Nobodies.."

"Nobodies." I repeated back to him. "So why are we getting upset over nobodies?"

He shakes his head, his sad little look attempting to come back, "nobody wants to be my friend."

"You don't need friends when you have power, son. You remind these kids that you are not a normal five year old. You remind them that you have a very mean papa and he will do anything and everything to protect you and see you be happy," I tap my finger on his chest. "Even if that means getting in trouble with the police again, you understand me?"

He nods.

I place my hand on the back of his head, bringing him in, I place a kiss on his forehead, "It's only for a year kid, next year you'll have Irvin and Xaden with you. It's your job to look after Iri and Lily until then, okay?"

He nods again. "Papa will fix it and get the three of you in the same classroom okay."

The school bell rings and the last of the kids and Ms. Marie makes their way into the classroom.

"You have two options, Isaiah. You want Beans or Voss to stay with you today?"

"Voss," he immediately begins to smile and I'm snapping my fingers in Beanie and Voss' direction.

"Looks like you get to hang out with kindergartners today, uncle Voss. That's not a problem is it, Ms. Marie?"

I turn to my left to find her standing by the edge of her desk, shaking her head no, "anything to help him feel more comfortable."

I glance back over at my son to see a small twinkle of joy in his brown and green eyes as Voss walks over with my son's backpack. I take the backpack and hang it on the back of Isaiah's chair and bring him in for one last kiss on his forehead. "I love you kid, I'll see you at home."

My son's hands are instantly wrapping around my neck as he hugs the life out of me, "I love you papa."

I hug my kid back real quick and I'm standing back up to my full height pointing to the doorway, "can we speak in the hall please, Ms. Marie."

She glances back and forth from Voss, Beanie and I.

"Don't worry, he's more than capable of looking after a bunch of five year olds. This will only take a minute."

She nods her head and is walking in front of me, Beanie behind me.

"Chiudi la porta dietro di te."

The second that door clicks close my hand instantly flies out wrapping around Ms. Marie's neck as I slam her back into the hallway wall and she's immediately whimpering.

"The next time there's a situation with my son you call me, Marie. You don't bother my wife, understand?" She frantically nods her head, "yes."

"Good." I release her throat and she's instantly soothing it with her hands, tears streaming down her face now. "Let this be the first and last time we see each other, Marie. I can promise you if you have to see me a second time you really won't like me," I snarl. "Pull yourself together and go teach my son's class."

I hear an instant deep chuckle as we begin to walk away towards the exit of the school.

I turn to Beanie beside me, arching an eyebrow.

"Good to have the ruthless king back."

I smile and shake my head, pushing him forward, "shut up, Elias."

He turns around to face me walking backwards and lifts his arms, shrugging his shoulders, "good luck explaining this to your wife. You know Voss will immediately break underneath her wrath with Sacramento eating out of her hands."

I roll my eyes as we step outside and walk over to the trucks, already dreading that confrontation when Hailey finds out what I did. It's mainly why I behave these days. She's become a little asshole throughout the years with my men, no thanks to my dad and Sacramento of course.

She's definitely grown one hell of a back bone with two of meanest men in this faction guiding her.

Sacramento's actually more like my wife's pit bull rather than her bodyguard nowadays, waiting on a leash to bite anyone that upsets her, or even annoys her.

I thank God that they weren't best friends when she was pregnant because being the asshole that I was she'd probably sick him on me.

I actually love this side of Hailey, watching her discipline the guys immediately turns me on. Shit her power moves even turn her on and she's usually bringing that same energy into the bedroom, making me lose my goddamn mind.

Makes me want to put another fucking baby in her but she's nowhere near ready to go through pregnancy again. I honestly don't think she'll ever overcome that fear and sometimes it makes me sad thinking that my son might have to grow up being an only child like I did.

Beanie hops into my truck and I'm quickly instructing him to take me back to the house rather than the warehouse. He nods his head but I don't miss the subtle glance towards the time. I'm late for morning bulletins but I don't care.

I would rather change at home and give my wife a proper kiss goodbye than to go all day without her touch and get dressed in my office.

"Should I wait up for you sir?"

"No," I shake my head as I climb out of the SUV. "I'll take the lambo."

"You're really trying to piss the Queen off today aren't you," he snickers.

I smile and close the door, "let my brother and Dion know I won't be more than an hour."

Beanie turns the SUV back on and scoffs, "yeah, an hour, okay. Everyone knows you're loving the mom and dad alone time now that Isaiah is in school."

I immediately begin to grin as I walk up to my front door and stick my middle finger out, shouting over my shoulder, "get off of my property, Elias."

I hear him chuckle softly as I walk into my house, my housekeeper instantly greeting me. "Good morning, Mr. Matteo."

"Morning, Lina." I glance down at the watch on my wrist to check the time.

Hailey hired Lina over four years ago and the woman has never been late a day in her life since she started working for us. Lina isn't like my parents house keeper Beven's though, she doesn't live here, she has her own little apartment, that I personally got her to be closer to us.

She first started off working from 9-3 to help Hailey with Isaiah around the house since I was going more and more out of town but I quickly extended her hours from 9am till whenever I got home, which usually wasn't too late on my goodays.

Hailey's quickly dismissing her around 5pm if I'm not home by then, she doesn't need her as much now that Isaiah is older.

"Lina you don't have to be here so early, especially with Isaiah in school now."

"It's alright, Mr. Matteo," she smiles as she picks up the dishes from the table. "I don't mind being here, I come straight after my morning walk."

"You shouldn't walk out there alone especially before the sun's out, Lina, I've told you plenty of times you're more than welcome to use our gym downstairs."

"I appreciate it, Mr. Matteo, I love the morning air, plus I'm never alone, I take Ace with me." Her German shepherd.

"Is that my son's or wife's plate?" I point to the nearly untouched food she's picking up.

"Mrs. Matteo," she forces a smile on her face. "The runny yolks made her nauseous, she ran upstairs and hasn't come back down since."

I frown to myself. Hailey loves breakfast, she can practically eat it at any hour of the day so it's odd that her plate is nearly untouched.

"Get her a tea going, will ya, Lina?"

"Of course, Mr. Matteo, shall I fix you a plate?"

"No I'm fine thank you, you know me-"

"Always in a hurry," she smiles. "I know."

I nod, "I'll come down for the tea, leave it on the counter," I instruct walking over towards our staircase.

"Yes sir."

I make my way back upstairs expecting to find my wife back in bed but she's nowhere to be around when I step into our bedroom and instantly pick up on the soft music that's coming from our bathroom.

I pushed the door open noting that she left it slightly ajar to find her standing at the bathroom vanity, in only a towel wrapped around her.

"Babe?"

She turns to look at me, tears running down her face. I immediately frowned, walking over to her, "what's wrong, Hail?"

She hands something over to me. I take it in my hand, my heart instantly slamming in my chest when I notice that it's a pregnancy test.

It's positive. Along with the other two in the sink.

"This definitely explains the bitchiness from the past few days," I tease, trying to lighten her mood.

She quickly shoves me on the shoulder, "this isn't funny, Isaac! I don't want another baby, I can't go through pregnancy a second time!"

I toss the third pregnancy test into the sink with the other two, reaching for Hailey, cupping her face. "Hey, it's fine, you're fine. We're gonna get through this," I nod. "Breathe with me, inhale a deep breath."

She inhales a deep shaky breath, shaking her head no, crying, "I'm not ready for another baby, I don't think I can go through that again."

"It's not gonna be like last time baby, this one we'll be different, I promise. You'll actually get to enjoy this pregnancy, we both will. We're in a better place in life, everything will be fine."

"What if this is the one thing that ruins it and everything starts crashing down again?"

"It won't, that's just the anxiety and fear talking babe. Everything's fine out there, I promise. Nothing , nobody's in the shadows plotting anything, there's no one that matters enough to try anything. Nothing happens without Cris or I knowing, you're okay, you're safe."

She nods her head, tears starting to spill out of her eyes again. I lean in to kiss her on the lips, "don't cry tesoro, I got you princess."

She nods, wiping the tears away from her face, sticky her pinky out in between us, "promise?"

I smile and laugh softly looking down at her pinky, interlocking it with my own, "I promise," and pull her into me, kissing her deeply, instantly feeling her relax.

Let the possessiveness and overprotectiveness begin.

She deepens our kiss, closing in any space in between us, her body pressed up against mine as my hands drop down to her ass and I nearly wanna rip off her towel.

"You know," I say in between our kisses. "This is exactly what got us into this predicament."

Hailey smiles against my lips, her hand on my chest now as she tries to push me away from her, "sorry, it's the hormones," she pats her hand on my chest, pecking me on the lips real quick. "Plus you're already running late enough as it is," she says, walking around me.

I inhale a deep breath, licking my lips already missing my wife's touch, taste, and quickly reach for her towel, tearing it off of her.

"Isaac!" She exclaims, attempting to reach for the towel.

I pull it back, tossing it away from us, ravishing in her entire body, taking in every inch of her amazing figure. "I never said to stop, Mrs. Matteo." I walk in her direction and lean down to pick her up, wrapping her legs around my torso. "You know I love fucking you when you're pregnant, your body and pussy just glow differently."

"Stop it," she places a hand around my mouth, covering it. "You have such a foul mouth, Mr. Matteo. Plus it's still early on."

I pull my face away from her hand as I begin to walk us back into our bedroom, "meaning I can still fold you into my little pretzel without having to worry that I'm hurting you."

"You don't have enough time to fold me into a pretzel today, sir."

I feel my dick instantly get hard as I drop my wife down onto the bed and lean down to kiss her, my hand instantly at her throat, squeezing it as I kiss her deeply.

I pull myself away from her, watching her enjoy herself, never once easing up on her neck, as I continue to add pressure, earning one hell of a sexy moan out of her.

"Don't fucking tempt me, Hailey. I'll cancel my whole fucking day for you and keep you tied up to this bed until it's time to pick up our son."

She smiles, her cheeks instantly flushing into a rosy pink color as she stays quiet.

I let go of her throat standing back up to my full height, tearing my shirt off of me, inclining my head in her direction, "move up a little."

She nods her head and begins to push her way up the bed waiting patiently for me as I get undressed, and get on a second later, kneeling in front of her.

Placing my hand on top of her I start caressing her body, her thighs, relishing in her soft skin, rubbing my thumb along her clit, making little circular motions. She quickly begins to squirm under my touch, moaning softly. God she's so wet already.

I grab my cock, lightly smacking her with it, "is this what you're nice and wet for baby?"

She nods her head yes, staring me in the eyes.

"Parole, usa le tue parole," I growl. "Dimmi cosa vuoi?"

"Isaac," she whimpers as I tease her, entering her only about an inch, quickly sliding back out. "Scopami," she says in Italian.

My dick instantly springs to life, twitching, yarning to feel her warm inside walls. I fucking love that she's trying to learn how to speak in Italian, especially when it came down to dirty talking.

Grabbing her by the hips I pull her in closer to me, pushing myself back inside her, immediately groaning at how amazing she still fucking feels every damn time. I slide my hand back up her body, wrapping it around her neck again and she's instantly moaning out loud as I continue to put pressure on her throat.

My good little submissive girl loves to be choked and I absolutely fucking went wild for that shit, seeing/ feeling just how wet she got the second my hand touched the base of her neck was nearly insane. There's days I just want to drown in her fucking pussy and stay in her for fucking hours.

My hand tight around her throat I start to slow down my pace for a few seconds, building up her orgasm.

She immediately gets impatient and needy, squirming around, wrapping her hand around my wrist, tapping it, indicating that I start moving faster for her and I do.

Leaning into her, I tighten my grip some more and start to drill into her in the pace I know she fucking loves, her moans growing louder and louder as I slam my dick in and out of her.

"Yes, baby, yes," she utters out, breathlessly, as she begins to wheeze, very little air getting to her brain and lungs by now.

My submissive good girl never likes to tap out, she likes to push her fucking limits to the point where she's nearly about to pass the fuck out and I have to release her neck and lef her breathe.

She immediately gasps for air the second I release her neck and I'm leaning down to kiss her on the lips, "I'm gonna let you pass out one of these fucking days so you learn to tap out, Katherine."

She smiles, grins in fact, devilishly might I add, opening her legs up wider for me and I'm quickly placing my hand back on her throat, earning a sexy loud fucking moan from her that nearly makes me cum right there.

She places her hand on top of my arm as I continue my fast pace in and out of her, "yes, yes," she cries out in pleasure.

I tighten my grip around her throat and groan as I feel my own climax start to build up and she's immediately tapping my arm as she wheezes but I don't let go of her throat.

She's learning the hard way today.

I keep my tight grip on her neck as I start to moan along with her my own pleasure building up. She tries to scream but it immediately comes out as a strangled whimper as her second orgasm completely takes over her.

I release her neck and she's instantly gasping for air as I continue to slide in and out of her, groaning loudly emptying myself into her a second later. I slow my strides down making sure she gets every last drop of me, breathing deeply right along her as we both try to catch our breaths.

I pulled myself out of her a few moments later. Lifting her ass up, I watch me slowly drip out of her turned on all over again smacking my dick against the back of her thigh.

"Next time I won't let go," I husk deeply.

She giggles softly but her smile is quickly disappearing and is being replaced with a worrisome look on her face. "Are you sure we're ready for another baby?"

I smile and nod my head, leaning in to kiss her again, "am I ready for Isaiah to have a sibling? Of course. I don't want him to grow up an only child like I did. I want a whole damn soccer team."

She laughs softly, "I don't know about the whole soccer team."

I smile, moving some of her hair away from her face, kissing her on her nose, "I promise it'll be different this time, Hail."

She nods her head, her eyes immediately starting to gloss up, "I'm scared."

"I know, princess, it's okay. If it comes down to it you don't have to go through with it if you're not ready, baby. It's your choice, I won't fight you, or hold it against you."

"You would be okay with terminating it?"

I nod slowly. "If that's what you really want then yes. It's your body at the end of the day, babe, I can only be so supportive, I want you to be comfortable, happy."

She inhales a deep breath nodding her head, tears pouring out of her eyes, "okay.. I do want Isaiah to have a sibling, hopefully a sister."

"Fuck no," I chortle. "It better be a brother."

She smiles reaching up for my face caressing it, "well even though if all those tests are wrong I'm pretty sure I just got pregnant anyways."

I chuckle deeply, "that's your fault, you seduced me in your towel."

She rolls her eyes playful, tapping her hand on my cheek, "get off of me and get into the shower, I'm sure Dion and Cris are gonna have your ass for being late again."

"They work for me. They can be pissy all they want, I'll be late every goddamn morning if it meant recreating what the fuck we just did," I smirk.

Hailey smiles and shakes her head.

I lean down to kiss her one last time, "I love you."

"I love you more."

"Impossible."

***

No one talk to me, I'm still trying to deal and process that Hailey and Isaac's story is actually over after seven long years... 😭😭 I started their story in 2017 y'all, 2017! They've honestly been such a big part of my life that I don't know what I'm gonna do with myself anymore. As sad as I am to end their story I'm so exited to work on future projects, stories, now that we're a more experienced writer.

Anyways thank you to my OG babies for sticking along since book one all the way to book 3, y'all are truly amazing always being so patient with me through my writer block and whatnot.

Thank you to all the new readers that have come along the way through the more recent years, I love each and every one of you equally. Words can't begin to explain how much I appreciate you guys I hope to see everyone in the next series 🫶🏼

Bye love ya 😈💜