Isaac's POV

I woke up extremely hung over the next day on Saturday morning. Bevens, the guy that my pops has hired to be our butler is annoyingly knocking on my door, and will not go away. He's been working for our family for about six years now. My dad hired him to keep things tidy around the new mansion that he likes to call home. Maybe if we didn't have such a huge house we wouldn't need the extra help. I personally thought that shit was weird, and Bevens knew better than to fuck with my shit, he wasn't even allowed in my room if I wasn't in here. I liked my privacy. And I personally thought about another grown man doing my laundry was fucking disturbing. No thanks.

My mother wasn't a big fan of Bevens to begin with either. She was your typical normal house wife, and when Bevens was hired he easily took over her one job and didn't give her much to do all day. Ma had forbid him to cook any meals for her family, Bevens was only allowed in her kitchen if he was gonna pick up after her mess.

Through out the years ma has found ways to keep herself busy through out the day though. Whether it was her going out with the girls and having some lunch, or doing whatever girls did, or she was out shopping wasting pops money.

Pops never really mind though, he loved my mother, a little too much sometimes..

He said that his family deserves the best of the best and a price ranged never mattered. Ma has gone easier on Bevens through out the years, she's grown accustom to him, he now cooks dinner from time to time when ma is just feeling lazy or is busy with something else.

"Yeah?" I croak, my head still in my pillows.

"Ms. DeSoto is here, Sir. She insists on seeing you." Bevens informs me.

I turn over to lay on my back, slowly stretching my body out, staring up at my ceiling. "That's fine, B. Let her in."

"Right away, sir." He says. "Oh, and mister Isaac?"

"Yeah?" I say sitting up on my bed.

"Happy Birthday, sir." 

I snort softly, "thanks, B." I could already picture Bevens wickedly smile in my head through the closed door. He doesn't say anything else so I'm assuming he walked away to go get Ang.

I look over to the digital clock by my laptop checking the time, it's currently 9:49 am. God, what time did I get home last night? Better yet, how the fuck did I get home?

I never actually made it back home, Angela had called me on the drive over and started yelling at me that she couldn't believe that I had left my own party so early, and etc etc.

She actually made me feel bad for about three seconds so I decided to go back for a couple more hours just to make her happy, but making that girl happy is a lot harder than it seems.

She wasn't just satisfied with me being back, apparently she wanted me to enjoy myself, have fun. She wanted me to be just as drunk as her and Dee, and fast. Needless to say I lost count after the sixth shot, and I was sure as hell paying for it now. I couldn't remember what the hell happen the rest of the night or how the fuck I even got home. I marched into the bathroom to brush my teeth because all I could taste in my mouth was the hard liquor and it was starting to make me feel sick.

I had my head down over the sink rinsing my mouth out, when two small soft hands wrap around my eyes from behind. "Guess who?" says the soft delicate voice.

I smile and make a weird laugh type of breath thing, "Santi?" I purposely guess the wrong name knowing that it'll piss off Angela. She and Santi did not play well with each other.

Layla Santiago was the closet thing I ever got to having a girlfriend about a year and a half ago now. I'm not necessarily into the whole boyfriend material thing, so whatever we did have was never really labeled. It sure as hell wasn't a secret around school that Layla and I were sleeping together though, but it never really did get pass that because that's all she really was, she was a good lay.

Layla was fucking crazy though, her and Angela could not get along. Just like everyone else in that damn school, Layla had it set in her mind that Ang and i were a fucking thing and actually tried coming in between our friendship. She drove my fucking patience so bad that I caught myself wanting to smack her a few times, but my mother had raised my better than that. I was a man. I would never lay my hands on a woman.

Ma always told me that if there was ever a time where I just so happen to lose my temper and was about to put a hand on a woman, that I better think of her. She said that putting my hands on a woman meant that I basically had no problem putting them on my own mother. My dad in other words thinks a little more differently, but he's still never once laid a finger on my ma in all of their 23 years that they've been together.

I never did bring Layla around my parents though, my dad said I should never bring a woman home to meet my mother unless I was serious about that girl, why waste their time. Layla would often hang around me at school from time to time but I never really did show her any PDA. Like I said, I liked my privacy. Layla eventually started accusing me about sleeping with other girls, and I had to shut that shit down immediately. She was nobody to tell me who I could and couldn't sleep with, she wasn't my girlfriend, I wasn't tied down to her. I obviously didn't deny anything at the time because she wasn't wrong. The younger, immature me was pretty reckless.

Angela removes her shield from my eyes and jabs two fingers into my side, right underneath my rib cage. "Idiot! Don't you ever speak that name around me!"

I start to laugh, "okay, okay, stop, I'm sorry."

She stops jabbing at my side and instantly wraps her arms around me, "happy birthday, booger!"

"Thanks, Ang." I hug her back.

She releases her hold on me and elbows my arm, "big day today, eh! You excited?"

I walk back out into my bedroom saying, "eh, you could say so." I remove my shirt off of me and toss it into a corner. I walk over to my dresser and pull out a crisp white clean Tee shirt and put it on. "Did you come alone?"

"No," Angela answers me as she walks out of the bathroom. "My dad and Dee's are all down stairs with your dad."

"Hey, how'd I get home last night?" I ask her as I pick up the pair of jeans that I was wearing last night off of the floor. I stick my hand into the pockets pulling out my wallet, slipping it into my basket ball shorts.

"You don't remember?" Ang walks over to my bed, laying on the bottom half of it. I shake my head as I continue to dig through each one of the pockets. Where the fuck is it?

"Vinny and Dion brought you home."

"They did?" I glance at her as I toss my jeans back in the corner. I walk pass her and start removing my pillows off of my bed, lifting up my blanket.

"What are you looking for?" She says curiously.

"My phone," I tell her. "I don't know what the fuck I did with it.. I was suppose to text Hailey when I got home last night, but that never happened.. I don't want her to get the wrong idea."

"Hailey huh?" I look over at Angela on my bed, she has a huge grin on her face. "Why would she get the wrong idea, hmm? What did you do, Isaac? Did you guys hook up last night?"

I give her a knowing stare as I get down on my knees. Maybe it fell under the bed, or in between my dresser. "You said it yourself, Ang.. " I murmur as I look under my bed. "She's not that type of girl." Fück, It's not under there. I get back up and slam my hands onto my bed. I sigh deeply looking around my room.

"Something must've happened," she wiggles her eyebrows. "Want me to call it?"

"Sí," I nod. Ang pulls her phone out of her pocket and begins to dial my number. The dial tone starts ringing but I can't hear any small vibrations in my room. My voicemail comes on and she hangs up, "try one more time," I tell her.

She dials my number again and hands the phone to me. I put it on speaker as it rings a few more times when someone picks up. "Hello?"

"Dion?" Im a little confused as to why he's answering my phone.

"What's up, KP?" He says casually.

"Dion, why the fück do you have my phone?"

"Uhh, because it was in your car?"

"My car? Why- How. Why are you in my car, Dee?"

"Oh because you know someone decided to get trashed last night and leave his car at Angela's." He bites back sarcastically.

I sigh pitching the bridge of my nose, "just get here soon."

"I'm already on the road. Hey, how come you don't let me drive your car more often, it drives fucking smooth."

Angela starts laughing at the excitement in Dion's voice, and it's slowly starts to annoy me even more. I gotta take something for this damn headache. "Just hurry the fuck up, Dion. And don't touch anything!"

"You're so mean to me! Like all the time!!" He shouts trying to hold back the laughter that's trying to spill out, but he obviously fails. I rolled my eyes and hang up on him.

I'm about to hand Ang her phone back when I quickly pull it back, "can I call Hailey from your phone?"

"Sure," she says cheerfully. "Her numbers in my contacts."

"How the hell do you have her number?"

Ang shrugs her shoulders innocently, and says, "I have my ways."

I scroll through Angela's contacts and sure enough there's Hailey's name under the H's. I click on her name and dial her number, the line starts ringing when I look over at Angela on my bed. "What?" She looks over at me.

"Can I get some privacy?"

"Where am I suppose to go?" She whines.

"I don't care, Ang! Anywhere but here!"

"Hello?" Hailey's sweet voice echoes through my ear.

"Please!" She continues to whine. "I'll stay quiet," she brings her voice down to a rough whisper. "You won't even know I'm here."

"Helllooo?" Hailey says a second time.

I glare at Angela and walk away from her. "Hey, its Isaac." I speak into the phone, taking a seat on my computer chair with my back towards Ang.

"Isaac? Hi!" I smile at the sudden excitement in her voice. Something I find myself doing a lot with her. Smiling.

"Hey, I'm sorry about last night. I headed back to Angela's and it completely flew my mind."

"It's fine," she snickers. "I was beginning to think that maybe I was a bad kisser or something." She jokes.

A bad kisser? What!? Why would she think such a thing!

I begin to chuckle, "you're far from being a bad kisser, Summers." I hear a small noise from behind me and whirl around in my chair to find Angela grinning from cheek to cheek. She blows me an air kiss and I roll my eyes and shake my head whirling back around. There's a soft crunching sound coming from Hailey side, I think she's eating. "What are you chewing on?" I ask her.

"Huh?" She utters into the phone.

"I can hear you chewing," I chuckle. "What are you eating?"

"Oh, a turkey quesadilla," she tells me.

"A turkey what? Why would you make such an abomination?" I mess around.

"Hey!" She blurts out. "Don't judge it until you try it!" She continues. "I'll have you know that I make one of the best turkey quesadillas on this planet!"

I can't help but laugh at what she's telling me. Just hearing the sound of her voice is easing my hangover. "Is that so?" I ask her with a hint of sarcasm. 

"Mhm," she giggles. God, her giggle was the cutest thing ever. I loved seeing this side of Hailey. She was finally starting to grow comfortable with me, and I sure as hell wasn't about push anything. I would let her come to me. "Come try one and find out." She says, but i still hear the small hesitation at the back of her sweet innocent voice.

"God how I wish I could," I imply. "But today's kind of a big day for me."

"The Matteo's sure do take their birthdays seriously, don't they?" She teases, gaining a small laugh from me.

"You don't know the half of it," I smile. "What are you gonna do today?"

"Mmmm probably just stay home all day, my dads at work so I'll be alone until the evening. I have an essay that's due on Tuesday, so i'll probably work on it."

"For what class?" I ask her.

"English."

"Isn't that the class you have with Ang?" I whirl back around to find Angela messing around with my iPad. She looks over at me at the mention of her name. She's laying on her back with her legs pressed up against my wall.

"Yeah," Hailey answers. "She's really sweet."

I snap my fingers at Ang to get her feet off of my wall, while speaking into the phone. "If you knew her the way I did, you'd know how much of a pain in the ass she really is."

"I am not!!" Ang quickly turns over, throwing one of my pillows at me.

"S-she's there with you?" Hailey giggles.

"Unfortunately," I tell her. "I called you of her phone because apparently I lost mine last night."

"You lost your phone? How?"

"Well it's technically not lost anymore because I know where it's at, it's just not with me at the moment."

"Mister Isaac?" Bevens is softly knocking at my door again.

"Yeah?"

"Your father is requesting to see you sir."

I sigh getting slightly annoyed that my phone call with Hailey is getting cut short. "I'll be down in a bit, B."

"Who was that?" Hailey says curiously.

"Bevens," I answer her. "He's sort of like our butler. He helps around the house."

"You have a butler?" She says surprised.

I laugh softly, "sort of speak.. How do you normally get to school?" I ask her.

"My dad usually takes me before work, or sometimes I'll even catch the bus. Why?"

"Can I pick you up on Monday? Give you a ride? I'll even walk up to the door to talk to your dad if I have too. He's gonna have to meet me eventually if I want to date his daughter, right?"

She chuckles nervously, "okay. Yeah, that's fine."

"Good. How's 7:40?"

"That's perfect," she says.

"Good. I have to go though, I'll text you when I get ahold of my phone?"

"Yeah, okay." She says sarcastically and I can't help but laugh again.

"I will," I tell her as I continue to chuckle. "I won't forget this time, I promise."

"Okay good," she says one last time before we say our goodbyes and I hang up, handing Angela her phone back.

She takes it and eyes me weirdly. "What?" I give her a look.

"Nothing," she smiles.

"Then why are you looking at me like that?"

She continues to smile and starts to softly shake her head, "tsk tsk tsk," she clicks her tongue. "You don't know how bad you have it, do you, Isaac Matteo."

I scoff and roll my eyes at her, "Ang, don't start." And make my way out of my bedroom.

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Pops had called me down stairs to help out around the house and set the yard for later this evening. He was hosting a huge dinner instead of having a regular meeting for my initiation tonight. He only invited the most people he loved and trusted tonight. Normally dad had his meetings at one of his many warehouses through out the city, but he said tonight was different, he wanted my ma and closes friends there.

You see normally at these meetings only the guys were allowed to go, men in fact. I went to them every now a then when pop made me attend, but now that I was eighteen i had to go no matter what, there was no getting out of them.

Dion eventually showed up about fifteen minutes later, but right off the bat his father had him help out around the house as well. We were so busy with setting up tables, chairs, unloading food and drinks that i had little time to text Hailey. I probably sent her about six messages through out the last four hours. After a couple more hours of helping around, I was finally able to come back upstairs to quickly shower and get ready for dinner. When I was fully clothed and ready to go I made my way back down stairs to see some of the main families showing up already.

Angela's mother and Dion's step mom were both walking in through the front door when I had made it down stairs, both carrying a tray of food in their hands. The wives normally always brought over a dish of food.

"I got that ma," Dion says from the right of me, walking up to the woman that's raised him ever since he was about five years old. Dee's real mother had walked out on his father when he was at a really young age. I guess she no longer wanted part of this life, she also didn't want it for her son either but Mr. Ricci was damn if he was about to let someone take his son away from him.

Dee never once resented his dad for his new wife, Mrs. Ricci really was a great mother, she raised Dion like if he were her own son, and Dee consider her to be his actual real mom. Dion wasn't an only child like myself though, he had a half sister. Mr. And Mrs. Ricci had a daughter of their own, her name was Adelina and she was only about eight years old. Adele, like Dion likes to call her, was so attached to her older brother just like Dion was to her.

Dion grabs the tray of food from his mother as I walk up to Angela's mom, "hey, Mrs. DeSoto, let me grab that for you."

"Thank you, Isaac." Her mom smiles. "Such a gentleman," she says, handing the tray of food to me. "And your mom?"

I incline my head towards the side of me, "I'm sure she's in the kitchen checking up on things. I can go check after we set these down?"

"No, that's alright. We can manage." She says, lightly smacking me on the cheek as they both walk passed us. Dion and I head to the back of my house and set the food down along with the rest of the food that was ready to go. My mouth immediately waters up from all the different aromas, it smells fucking amazing and it doesn't help that I'm fucking starving too. We won't be eating for another forty minutes, we were still waiting on the rest of the families to show up. Dinner was set to be at six and it was only fifteen after five.

Dee and I were about to make our way back into the house, when I spotted my dad and a few more gentlemen at his side walking out to the back. Pops was accompanied by Dion's dad, Ang's dad, my friend Vinny's dad and of course my uncle Sal and cousin Nathaniel.

They were from my mothers side of the family though, not my father's. My uncle Sal was my moms older brother, she had two in total but the other lived out of state. My uncle Fernando, he was the oldest out of the three. Id never met him because apparently him and my mother had a big fall out when she married pops, he wasn't exactly okay with his little sister being a mob wife. 

This time of year was never really easy on my mom, my uncle Fernando's birthday was a couple days after mine so she always tend to be down in the dumps. I hated seeing my moms so sad, I hated seeing any woman cry. Ma always tried to make it seem like it didn't bother her but I knew just how much she missed her brother.

"Isaac my boy!" My uncle Sal's voice booms as he walks up to me with open arms.

I engage him back, "hey uncle Sal."

He pats me on the back a couple times, and places his hands on my shoulder, pulling away from our hug. He looks me over, "you're growing up so fast, weren't you just fifteen like a couple months ago?" He says