Hailey's POV

It was a long night alright. Isaac didn't fall asleep until a little pass three am and I stayed up a little while longer just to make sure he was actually getting some rest.

My father of course came into my room waking me up a couple hours later before going to work. I was officially grounded, he wasn't too happy to find Isaac in my room, in my bed, cuddled up next to me, but I didn't mind. He gave me my usual kiss on my head and said that we would talk later after he came home from work.

I fall asleep for a few more hours when my dad goes to work, and wake up for a second time when I hear my brother up and getting ready for his job. I groan quietly so that I don't wake Isaac up, he had moved back to the same position he fell asleep in, his head laying on my chest with his arm wrapped around me.

I turn to my right checking the time on my alarm clock, it's 8:21 AM, it's too early to be up on a Sunday, but knowing me I won't be able to fall back to sleep, and I don't. I stay in bed, attempting to fall back to sleep when I decide to get out of bed around 9 am. I gently lift Isaac's arm from my waist, slowly trying to creep my way out of bed without waking him, he could be such a light sleeper at times.

I manage to break freak from his grip and quietly make my way down stairs to find my brother in the kitchen.

"Morning," I yawn, tying my hair into a messy bun, I hated cooking with it down.

"Hey you're up early," Caleb says while pouring creamer into his mug. "How's your boyfriend?"

"Asleep," I shrug. "What time are you leaving? I can make you an omelette really quick."

My brother shakes his head, stirring the spoon that he has now stuck into his cup, "I'm on my way out, I have to stop by Amber's really quick."

I nod, "okay, tell her hi for me."

"I will," he replies, picking his mug up he starts to make his way over towards the front door. "Oh, dad said you're grounded, so don't go anywhere," he smirks and I roll my eyes.

"Bye, Caleb."

He chuckles and leaves the house. I sigh a bit not really knowing what I want to make for breakfast. I'm actually not that hungry but my mother had taught me to always eat breakfast whether I was hungry or not, whether it was just a bowl of cereal or an actual cooked meal. I think about pouring myself a bowl of cereal, then decide to actually make breakfast when I see the bacon laying in my fridge.

I make an entire breakfast that takes me about half and hour, and Isaac still hasn't made it down stairs. I don't want to eat without him so I cover both plates and march back upstairs to check on him. I slowly push my door open to not only find Isaac still asleep in bed, but Waffles in now cuddle up next to him.

I decide not to wake him, I start to slowly back out of my room when a vibration sound catches my attention. I quickly look towards my phone on my night stand but it's not ringing. I look towards the sound of the vibrations and notice that it's coming from Isaac's pile of folded clothes.

It's gotta be his phone, what else could it be?

I decide to leave it alone once I hear the vibration stop, plus, the last time I answered that damn thing I got yelled at in a language that I don't even speak, but a second later the phones humming all over again. I sigh deeply and walk towards Isaac's clothes and reach my hands into his jeans fishing his phone out. I'm not gonna answer it still, I'm simply gonna put it on silent so the vibrating doesn't wake him, when I see his father's name on the caller ID, or "pops" I should say.

I wonder if his parents know that he's here, they're probably worried sick looking for him. I don't hesitate and quickly answer the phone before it can stop ringing again.

"Hello?" I speak softly, walking deeper into my room, further away from Isaac.

"Ms. Summers?" Mr. Matteo question's.

"Yes sir."

"Oh thank god you're with him," he exhales a hint of relief at the back of his voice. "Has he been there all night?"

I nod, "yes sir, he showed up drunk around 2 in the morning."

I hear Isaac's father sigh deeply on the other side of the phone, "what am I gonna do with that boy... how is he doing? Is he- erm, alright?"

I turn back to look at Isaac and smile a bit sadly, "he's asleep," I answer truthfully. "Would you like me to wake him?"

"No, sweetheart, it's fine," I instantly frown, completely stunned. Isaac's dad has always referred to me as Ms. Summers or Hailey, never sweetheart so it takes me a little off guard. "Let him rest," he continues. "Do you still have my personal number?"

"Yes sir."

"Good, text me once he's awake."

"I will," I tell him.

"And, Hailey."

"Yes sir?"

"Stop calling me sir."

I chuckle softly, "I'm sorry."

Mr. Matteo hangs up without saying another word.

I pick Isaac's jeans back up, stuffing his phone back into his pocket and instantly drop them on the ground the next second.

"Who was it?" Isaac rasps from behind me.

I turn around to face him, my hand over my chest, "god you scared me! I didn't know you were awake."

He lazily looks over at me, barely turning his head.

Isaac was no longer laying in bed, he was now sitting at the edge of it, leaning forward with his face in his hands.

"Who called?" His mumble still has a light husk from his sleep.

"Your dad," I whisper, venturing over to him. I take a seat to the right of him, placing my hand on his back. Isaac sits up glancing in my direction, I remove my hand from his back and reach for his, clasping them together, he instantly squeezes it.

I rest my chin on his shoulder, looking up at him, "he wanted to see how you were doing."

Isaac doesn't respond, he stays quiet averting his attention away from me.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

He shakes his head focusing his attention back to me, he leans in kissing me on the forehead, "I gotta go."

"I made you breakfast."

"I'm not hungry, plus I have a lot to do today."

I let go of Isaac's hand, getting off of the bed. "You're not going anywhere without eating," I say sternly, crossing my arms over my chest. "You can either come down stairs or I can bring your plate up here."

"Baby.."

"Pick, Isaac."

"Down stairs," he sighs.

~~~~~~~

These past few days have been hell, I can barely get Isaac to talk to me, he just hasn't been the same since his friend died. Isaac finished his breakfast that morning and left right away.

Apparently Isaac didn't feel right breaking the news to Fonzy's mother over the phone that her son had got murdered, so Isaac and his parents flew out to California that next day on Mr. Matteo's private plane. I wasn't even aware that Mr. Matteo had a private plane, just goes to show you how much money Isaac's family really had.

But Isaac wasn't the only one taking Alfonzo's death hard, according to Angela Dion was as well. She was so afraid that he would start drinking again and do something stupid. Unlike Isaac, Dion needed the extra help with his new drinking problem and his family placed him in an Alcohol and drug abuse treatment center for a couple of weeks.

Angela's actually the one who broke the news to Dion, she hasn't left his side ever since, and she said she didn't plan on it until she knew he'd be okay.

The day that Fonzy's funeral was finally here was just as hard as I imagined it would be. Isaac didn't speak, he didn't cry, he really didn't do much, and that scared me. I knew deep down inside he was still blaming himself for what happened, I knew how mad he still was, I knew how bad he wanted to retaliate, and sooner or later he was gonna crack and he will let his anger drive him.

My heart instantly fluttered in my chest at the sight of Isaac when he went to pick me up this morning. I'd seen him wear black plenty of times, but he looked extremely heavenly in his expansive black suit today, It was the first time I'd actually seen Isaac in a suit.

Almost every guy at Fony'z funeral wore completely all black, and there were a lot of men here, there was a lot of people in general. The men who worked for Mr. Matteo all wore similar attire, black suits, black undershirt, black tie and black shoes, only a good handful of them actually wore a white underneath shirt.

We were currently sitting in the front row of the funeral ceremony with Isaac's parents next to him, on the opposite side of Mrs. Citilaní. She looked so much like her son, or I should say Alfonzo looked so much like her.

It broke my heart completely to hear her sob over her son, I could only imagine how Isaac was feeling right now. Every time that we would hear Mrs. Citilaní cry Isaac would squeeze my hand and look off to the ground.

Isaac's family, or dad I should say, took the liberty of paying for any and every single thing that had to do with Alfonzo's funeral service and ceremony, Mrs. Citilaní didn't have to pay a dime. Alfonzo's funeral really was beautiful, we sat there and watched person after person go up to Mrs. Citilaní and give their condolences to her.

Mrs. Citilaní, Isaac, Isaac's dad, and a few of Mr. Matteo's men are the only ones left at the burial site after everything is over with.

Mrs. Citilaní is no longer sitting in her chair like she had been all morning, she's now standing next to her son's closed coffin, hanging onto it actually as she continues to cry her heart out.

Mr. Matteo is somewhere behind us talking to his men, he escorted his wife back to the car a little while ago, it was a tad bit too cold for her and she was barely starting to get over a cold.

Isaac and I are the only ones left sitting in the chairs behind Mrs. Citilaní. Isaac clings onto my hand, laying it on his lap as he stares down at the ground, or at least it's what I assume he's staring at, he's wearing a pair of dark Rayban's that cover his face. The sun wasn't out, it was gloomy and cloudy, there was no need for the glasses, but i knew it was Isaac's way of hiding his emotions.

I give his hand a gentle squeeze, pulling it in towards me, "we should go, baby," I whisper. "We should give her some alone time to say her goodbyes."

He nods and gets up from his seat, pulling me along with him, "I have to talk to her," he murmurs.

I release his hand,"go, I'll wait here."

Isaac shakes his head, instantly reaches for my hand again and starts pulling me along with him. We stop a few feet away from Mrs. Citilaní when Isaac's suddenly letting go of my hand, finally removing the sun glasses from his face.

"Mrs. Citilaní..." Isaac's voice strains as he tries to keep his voice at a gentle tone, quiet was never really his thing though. He takes a cautious step towards her, and she's soon picking her head off of the coffin, staring Isaac in the eyes.

"I don't understand," she whispers.

"Mrs. Citilaní-"

"He was out," she grits in between her teeth, talking over Isaac, wiping the tears from her face.

"He no longer had that burden on his shoulder where he had to obey your father's every demand, I don't understand why he would want to come back to this. Look at what they did to my babyboy, what am I suppose to do now, who do I have left?"

Isaac doesn't respond, he actually looks away, up at the gray sky, attempting to fight the tears away, when I on the other hand am on the edge of breaking down with Mrs. Citilaní.

"They're not gonna get away with this, Bev." Isaac's voice is still soft, but it now holds a bit of venom at the back of his throat. "I swear it on my life, I'm gonna kill him personally."

Mrs. Citilaní scoffs softly, she walks up to Isaac, gently tapping his cheek with the palm of her hand. "It's always violence with you men."

He stares her straight in the eyes, placing his hand over hers. "I'm gonna make it right, I need to make it right," his voice cracks.

"Baby-"

Mrs. Citilaní places her free hand on the other side of Isaac's cheek, she's now cupping his face and I take a couple steps back giving them their space.

"Just leave it alone, Isaac, please. I couldn't bare to see you end up in the same place he's in, please."

Isaac slowly pulls his face away from Alfonzo's moms touch, "my father would like access to all of your accounts when you go back home."

"I'm not going back, I'm staying here, I'm staying with my family."

Isaac nods his head while sticking his hand into the inside of his jacket, pulling out a pair of keys. "He really was happy that you were coming out here, Bev." Isaac reaches for her hand, placing the set of keys in her palm. "He had a place set up for you and everything."

Mrs. Citilaní breath hitches as she clings onto the keys, bringing them towards her chest. "Everything you need is there," says Isaac. "The keys to your condo, his apartment, his car, his storage unit, it's all there."

"Which key goes to the condo?"

"The second one."

Mrs. Citilaní starts to fiddle around with the keys when I realize that she's taking that key out. She hands it to Isaac, "get rid of it, I don't want it."

Isaac sighs, "yes ma'am."

"I'll call your father when I'm ready, for now I'll just like to be left alone."

Isaac nods his head one last time and gives Mrs. Citilaní a hug, apologizing for what seem to be like the thousand time today. I give Mrs. Citilaní my condolences one last time, giving her a hug of my own and leave her be. Isaac talks to his dad for a couple minutes before we actually leave the burial site. Everyone ends up leaving the cemetery before Isaac and I actually do. We walk back to his car and he unlocks it for me, kindly nudging me to get inside, but Isaac doesn't climb in after me.

He closes my door and I watch him walk towards a black SUV that's parked ahead of us. The driver window goes down once Isaac standing next to it and he's quickly pointing behind him, towards Mrs. Citilaní actually. All the windows to the SUV have a heavy tint, I can't see who's sitting inside of it, but sure enough a couple seconds later Isaac starts to walk back this way, once again putting his glasses on his face.

He doesn't say a word when he climbs back into his car, he simply buckles up, starts his engine, and we drive out of the cemetery. Isaac drives back to his house through the city, instead of getting on the highway so it takes us a little longer than usual. Isaac quietly asks me if Im hungry or if I want to stop anywhere, but I don't.

I eventually pull my kindle out of my bag and do some reading along the way, I look up from my device to see that we're yet again stopped at another red light, but this ones taking longer than usual to change. I pick my kindle back up but can't seem to focus on my book as a revving of an engine gains my attention. I look up from my book a second time to see a motorcycle pull up next us, its on the right side, the passenger side, my side.

I look out the window, admiring the nice, expensive bike, thankful that Isaac has tinted windows. We're in the Acura rather than his Beamer so the tint on these windows are just as dark as the SUV from earlier. I continue to stare at the bike realizing that it almost looks like Patrick's motorcycle, only this bike was all black and Ric's had specs of green in it, and it was much louder than this engine.

The driver on the bike is wearing your usual biker gear, black gloves, black jacket, black everything as a matter a fact. He turns his head to the left, eyeing Isaac's car from back to front, slightly revving his engine.

I start to get a little uncomfortable when he doesn't look away, he keeps his attention on the car and I start to feel like he's looking directly through my window, but I can't really tell, the glass area on the helmet that's resting on his head is just as dark as the windows on the car.

The light turns green and Isaac takes off leaving Mr. Biker dude behind, I hear the light rum of the bike and look through the side mirror to see him coming up behind us, until we're stopping at another damn red light and he's pulling up to my right again, still looking in my direction.

"Baby.." I turn to look at Isaac, tearing my eyes away from my window.

"Yeah princess?" Isaac hums, his fingers tapping his steering wheel to the beat of his music.

"Look," I say trying to get his attention.

"Hm?" He turns in my direction.

I tilt my head towards my window, "they won't look away."

I can see Isaac frown a bit behind his glasses, he leans forward looking out the passenger window. "Maybe they just like the car."

I turn to look at him, "then why are they looking at the window and not the rest of the car."

Isaac's frown continues to deepen, "move," he mumbles as he leans forward opening his glove department, instantly reaching for his gun, lowering my window with his other hand.

"Isaac!" My hand quickly flies to my button, stopping the window from going down as I shake my head.

"Let go of the button," he grumbles.

"Babe, stop, please."

"Now, Hailey!"

I instantly flinch at the tone of his voice, releasing the button and it continues to make its way down. Isaac picks his arm up, pointing his gun over at Mr. Biker guy and snarls, "What the fuck do you keep staring at?!"

They instantly pick their hands up in the air shaking their head, but don't say anything. I glance over at them apologetically and get a better look at them now that the dark window isn't in between us, and I realize that Isaac's not the only one with a gun, Mr. Biker has his own piece strap to his thigh.

"Isaac.." I whisper, never taking my eyes off the gun.

He tilts his gun to the left, "I suggest you take a different route," he seethes.

The biker instantly puts their hands down, they rev their bike a few times and take off, making a right turn instead of driving straight like we'll be doing. Isaac doesn't stuff his gun back into his glove department, he tucks it into the back of his pants, rolling my window back up.

"That was uncalled for," I say underneath my breath, looking away from him.

"It was bothering you, I fixed it, what more do you want from me."

I quickly turn to look at him, "are you serious right now? What more do I want? You were careless, Isaac! I bet you didn't even notice the gun that was in his thigh holster."

His silence confirms it, he really didn't see it. Isaac turns to look away from me.

"I get it, baby, you're hurting, you lost someone you deeply cared about, but if you don't get it under control it's gonna ruin you. I don't want to see you get hurt." He doesn't say anything in return, he continues to look out his window. I sigh sinking deeper into my seat, pick up my kindle and mumble, "the lights green."

My concentration is on my reading device by the time Isaac turns to look at me, but I can see him from my the corner of my eye, I can feel his gaze on me. He doesn't say anything, I didn't expect him to. We pull up to Isaac's estate a few minutes later to find about a dozen of luxurious car's parked behind one another. We drive up the cobbled drive way, passing each car that's parked to the side, when I notice Dion's Jeep parked up at the top, away from all the other nice black cars.