The Mafia's Son III

Chapter Thirty Nine.

Isaac's POV

"You okay?"

I look up at the sound of my wife's soft voice, staring in her direction. "Mhm," I nod.

"You sure?" She pushes. "You've been staring at your phone nonstop for the last ten minutes."

Probably more and she's barely caught on. Sacramento texted me about fifteen minutes ago that my package was out for delivery and on route back to the warehouse meaning he has Robsciotti in his grasp, they finally found and got ahold of the mother fucker.

I inhale a deep breath, subtly releasing it, shaking my head. "It's nothing you gotta worry about, princess. Work stuff."

"Bad or good?"

"Good for me," I internally smile to myself. "Bad for the other guy."

"They got him? Robsciotti?"

I nod silently not knowing how much my wife really wants to know.

She stares over in my direction for a second or so. "What happens now? You go back and take care of it? Him?"

I shake my head, glancing down at Sacramento's second text message. "Shall I engage without you?"

I have "yes," typed out already, I just can't seem to get myself to press send. I want to be there. I want to put a bullet in his thick skull myself personally.

"Isaac?"

"No, baby," I sigh. "I don't go back and take care of it," I say to her while looking down at my phone and finally pushed send. I look up at her while tucking my phone away and smile. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm staying right here."

"If it's that important to you then go," she says softly, no snarky attitude in her voice whatsoever, she's being sincere. "I'll still be here when you come back."

I shake my head and reach for her hand, "you're more important."

And she is, she really is.

This needs to stop. I'm tired of letting my anger, my pettiness, my ego and pride always control me. I'm tired of following in my fathers foot footsteps. As proud as I am of my guys for finding Robsciotti so damn quickly, they're absolutely right, they're more than capable at handling my situations without me being there. Should they need any type of input and anyone to intervene there's plenty of people they can go to before bothering me.

My father being one of those people. Dion. Dominic. Sacramento.

There's actually nothing more that I wanna do than to go kill Gregory myself for everything he's put my entire family through, especially my wife, but the more and more I ponder on that shit, this isn't my war to end.

Granted I haven't been the best son since my fathers return from the dead but he's managed to pull me to the side here and there begging me to let him end everything that's going on, to let him take the reins one last time but I've been way too prideful to ask for his help. This war started way before I was born, it started because of him and his egotistic ways, I just got stuck in the middle of it for being his son and it dragged out this damn long but it's time to put an end to it all.

This is my city.

My fucking city.

My father built this entire empire through sweat and blood so that I can inherit it one day and come up on top. To carry on his legacy but he became a fucking legend for all the wrong reasons.

My son will not inherit any bad traits his grandpa passed down to me. My son will not be afraid of his own father, I will be his safe place, I will be his father and protector. Nothing less nothing more. Isaiah will know true greatness and become something far greater than his father and grandpa could ever dream off.