Amore Proibito

Chapter Six.

Isaiah's POV

I sit anxiously in my uncle Dion's office on the couch he has in here, shaking my leg up and down as Iri pace's the floor back and forth.

"Your grandpas coming with him, it shouldn't be so bad, right?" She stammers nervously. "If anyone can control your dad it's his dad, right?"

I scoff softly, shaking my head, highly doubt it.

It's Sunday afternoon and I've been here at Iri's house since Friday night.

My dad actually called me Friday evening while I was at Lee's asking what time I would be home because I hadn't checked into the warehouse. We came up with an excuse that we were at the movies so I didn't answer his call, afraid of him hearing the pain in my voice. I told him the same thing the twins told their dad, that we went to dinner and I ended up staying at my uncle Nate's house because my dads less likely to call him than to check in with my uncle Cris.

That plan was obviously a bust because my uncle Nathaniel called me yesterday morning asking me why my father was calling him asking him if I was up yet because I wasn't answering any of his calls.

Thankfully my uncle decided to be a real one and went along with the same story that I fed my dad telling him that yes I was there and yes the boys were still asleep.

This obviously put me in my uncle's favor and I hated it but I couldn't let him know what was going on either.

Even though he was the most nonchalant out of my dad and uncle Cris, my uncle Nathaniel too had a temper that wasn't to be played with, his temper just didn't make much of an appearance like the Twins dad and my dad.

Apparently my grandparents were flying in a day sooner than expected and my grandma was dying to see me and wanted to do dinner together tonight. I honestly didn't have any more excuses to feed my parents when my mom called this morning so I didn't bother answering the call.

I know the second my dad sees the bruises on my face he's going to lose his shit and the ruthless mafia king in him will reappear, that's who I'm trying to avoid making an appearance.

My moms a worrywart and instantly panics when I don't immediately answer her call or at least check in through text messages and the second she's worried my dad gets triggered.

I should've just replied to her text message when she asked me if I was okay, if there was a reason why I was avoiding my father. The woman's a fucking genius, she always knew when something was wrong.

My dad immediately called me shortly after, multiple times, I forwarded every single one of his calls to my voicemail.

That probably wasn't the best thing to do but I was starting to panic here, I can't think clearly at this point. The only thing I can picture in my head right now is my mom crying from the bruises on my face, my dad and grandpa losing their cool.

Needless to say everything that Dion and my uncle Nate did for me was fucking pointless because Dion ended up coming clean that I was here at his house, that I've been here the entire weekend because apparently my dad put out a distress call/search when I didn't answer my mom and as second in command he instantly had to obey my fathers commands.

I inhale a deep breath, my heart instantly starting to slam in my chest when I hear the doorbell ring at a distance.

Iridiana quickly rushes over to me, taking a seat to the left, her hand now in mine, "it'll be okay, you're not alone, my dads here, I'm here. It'll be okay."

I snort softly again, squeezing her hand, "sounds like you're trying to convince yourself more than me at this point," I softly smile. I release her hand and get up from the couch walking over to her dads desk, its angle right in the center of the room towards the back, in direct view of the double doors that lead into their home.