Amore Proibito

Chapter One.

Isaiah's POV

"That's it, you're done!" Mr. Flores, my principal, shouts from behind his desk. "I warned you the last time if you started any more problems with this school kid you were out of here!"

He's sitting back in his chair, nervously shaking his leg up and down as he stares in my direction, a petrified look on his face.

He's not afraid of me, I'm not the one intimidating him. Don't get me wrong, I can definitely be intimidating if I wanted to be and start talking my shit and work my last name magic to get me out of this situation, but he'll find out, my dad always finds out. I know for a fact Joel, Mr. Flores I mean;  is probably dreading having to call my dad and tell him that he's trying to expel me from school.

My fathers not even here yet and he's already losing his shit, looking like he's about to puke all over himself.

My dad is not a nice guy, he's not the type of man you want to bother and piss off over something so small, especially over something that happens repeatedly. My old man's biggest pet peeve is having to repeat himself or have things repeated to him.

The last time he came down to the school and into Mr. Flores' office, he told him that I had better killed someone for him to be okay with disrupting his day.

This isn't my first time getting in trouble this year, I've actually lost count with how many times I've gotten into a fight or argument on school property, this is the third time I've actually been caught though.

My circle is very small, my circle consists of only my cousins and two closest friends, so anytime an altercation breaks out, my cousins are quick to either make it bigger than it needs to be or quickly pull the plug and take the heat because they're more likely to walk away with just a smack on the back of the hand.

Being the son of not only the most powerful respected mobster in the East coast, but also the grandson of the king before his time definitely brings me a fair share of haters, any and everywhere.

Being a Matteo immediately gets me disliked in the male species, hated on really for no reason just because half of them are jealous of the bloodline I come from. They're envious, they're intimated, even scared from time to time.

The other half thinks I'm a joke. They're constantly testing my patience, my loyalty to my family, my self worth because I'm nothing like my father, nothing like my grandfather.

I don't have a group of friends that would jump in front of a bullet for me like my dad did when he was my age. I have my cousins, Rigo and the twins, Xaden and Irvin, and my best friend Leland, who knows almost everything about me yet he really doesn't  know me because of the very different lifestyles we come from.

He comes from my mother's side of the world, from the normal side of humanity, a lifestyle that my father is not okay with, a friendship he definitely doesn't approve of so I try to keep Lee in the dark as much as I can, for his sake and safety.

My father and grandfather raised me with the same mentality as theirs, or tried to at least. You don't trust anyone outside our family, you don't trust outsiders, unfortunately that's one of the main reasons why my dad and I can't get along; because apparently I think differently than him, I like to give anyone and everyone a chance, need it be- thanks to my mother.

Another reason why my dad and I don't get along very well. I don't understand how he can be so against me being friends with someone who is considered an outcast, someone who isn't a part of my culture when my own mother, his wife, the love of his life, was an outsider.

What the hell could this man possibly have gone through to turn his back on the world?

But just because I thought differently than my dad and grandpa it didn't mean that I didn't have The Matteo temper everyone knew about.