The Mafia's Son III

Chapter Thirty Two.

Isaac's POV

A soft knock on the door is quickly pulling my attention away from the iPad in front of me. "Come in."

I watch the door slowly crack open and my father's peeking his head in. "You alone?" He says softly.

I nod and wave him in.

My dad steps into the room about a second later shutting the door behind him and is quietly making his way over, taking a seat on the small couch next to me.

"How's mom?" I asked, putting the iPad down.

My mom ended up slapping the shit out of Cris' mom last night while we were all here together, apparently she had some built up frustrations that she could no longer keep at bay, not that I blame her; The Matteo's are notoriously known for 'their' temper, we 'tend' to just blow up on people.

Leave it to my mom though to be entirely mad at my dad and still try and defend his honor.

Pops actually ended up calming my mom down almost instantly after the slap, ma even apologized to Mrs. Roxwell for being insensitive to the situation we were in and agreed to hear Cris' mother out and let her explain herself.

Unfortunately for her just because my mother was a lot calmer than my father, than I, it didn't exactly mean that our anger, our temper, didn't rub off on her and the more and more my mother listened to Cris mom talk, the more and more my mom grew with frustration, anger.

Apparently Mrs. Roxwell's secret runs a lot deeper than what we expected, than what she wrote down in the letter to my father. I guess Cathalina has always doubted Cris' father from the get go, since he was a kid actually. She's even gone as far as getting her own paternity test done when Cris was only about four but couldn't work up the nerve to read the results and burned the entire envelope before her husband could get home that day and that's what my mom has an issue with.

Sure, she's pissed that my dad has a kid with a whole ass different woman, but she's more furious at the fact that Cathalina never said anything, that she never grew a pair to face her consequences, meaning her husband at the time, that she willingly kept my dad from his son.

Should my father have known that he was Cris' biological father ahead of time, Pops would have eliminated any threats to him and his family, he would've made everyone's life easier, Cathalina's life easier, put her at ease from her abusive husband a lot sooner.

"Hot headed still," he answers with a smile. "But she's fine now, she's just- adjusting still."

"We all are."

Pops nods, "Cathalina?"

"She's fine. She stayed a couple more hours after Leo examined her, she was drifting on and off so I told her to go home and rest, I would stay behind with her son."

"Where's Hailey?"

"Sacramento took her to her dads last night."

"Her dads? Isaac-"

I quickly talked over him. "She didn't want to be too far away from me, Pops, the hospital chairs are uncomfortable for her. The safe house is way up in the suburbs, she's fine with David and Sacramento, they're safe, she's safe, your grandbaby is safe."

He inhales a deep breath hesitantly nodding his head, "you get any rest at all?"

I shrug my shoulders, "here and there. My head is killing me right now, I couldn't stay asleep for too long."

"Go to your wife, son, get some rest, I'll stay until Cathy comes back."

I shake my head, "Ric should be bringing me a redbull soon. He starting his route in an hour."