The Mafia's Son III

Chapter Eighteen.

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."