Chapter Two: little sister.

Ace POV.

Ghost did a wonderful job finding my baby sister, took him a full seven hours to find her. She's being kept in a house owned by Damien Garcia, a well-known drug dealer. I know him personally, we did some job together before although it didn't end well for him. I could try and call demand that he hand me my sister, but knowing she's blood related to me would probably put her in more danger.

So I did what my temper told me to do, the reason I became the family leader is that I'm not someone to be messed with. I did the only logical option, in my eyes anyway, I did a full-on raid on his house.

I'm getting my sister back, one way or another. I sit in the car with my two guns ready, I have an extra one tied to my leg too. You can never be over-prepared in things like this, my men are also armed and ready to go. We have three SUVs full of mans ready to get my sister to safety.

Once we arrived I gave the signal and went in, me in the lead. I'm not someone to put my men in danger while I'm hiding in the safety of my home. The security outside wasn't that great, only two guys keeping their eye on the gate, we don't kill. I'm not trying to start a war, it's a rescue mission. My man is also armed with sedative injection, it will knock them off for about four hours, more than enough for us to be done here.

We step into the house and it's quiet inside, we start searching the rooms only finding one made, I don't let them sedate her. I need to know where my sister is, she doesn't speak English and is talking quickly in Spanish.

I slap her on the face hard making her shut up.

"Arya? Where is ARYA?" I ask her having enough of her babbling.

She points with a trembling finger toward the basement, the door is locked. When I asked her about the key she started babbling again giving me a headache. I took a sedative injection from my man and stuck it in her arm making her scream before she falls down on the floor.

"Finally quite" I mumble turning back to the door. It's metal, no amount of kicking will get it to open without a key. I call ghost, he got more than one skill, and opening closed-door virtual and real ones are one of his many skills.

He uses his key locks tools and messes with the door for a bit until it opens. Finally, I walk down with ghost behind me, I find a small girl laying naked on the floor.

She's thin, too thin, her blond hair match mine only hers is dirty and matted on her head. Her blue eyes are hardly open, I can see bruises all over her fragile body. Taking off my shirt I cover her quickly and pick her up leaving this hell behind.

"You're safe now baby sister" I whisper in her ears she closes her eyes letting darkness take her.

I move out of the house leaving Damien on a quick note.

You messed with the wrong girl.

We leave in our cars while I call a doctor to meet us at my home, she needs medical attention asap.

The doctor gave her an IV, took some blood tests, and a rape test. Which made my blood boil, her bruises are bad but nothing was broken, she'll need attention and care especially for her mental health, she's been through hell and back.

Finally when my baby sister's eyes open again I jump from my seat needing to assure her she's okay and safe.

"Who are you" she rasped.

"I'm your brother Arya. I'm ace don't you remember me" I ask and she shakes her head no then whining from the pain the motion caused her.

"You were three when I left Arya, I'm sorry I left you behind but you're safe now I'm not letting anything happen to you"

"How old are you," she asked in her scratchy voice.

"I'm twenty-seven. How about some water" I offer and she nods, I get her a cup and help her take few sips.

"You're not sending me back to her" she stated, her probably being our so-called mother.

"Never Arya, you're staying with me. I'll keep you safe I promise baby. Close your eyes and rest okay" I assure her and she smiles at me a little smile, but a smile nonetheless.

"I like you," she says yawning.

"And I love you, little sister. I'm sorry" I kiss her forehead leaving the room letting her rest.

Once I'm outside I let all my anger out, screaming in the gym while hitting a punching bag imagining it's Damien and my mother.

"Hey man," Leo says.

"Hey" I reply and keep throwing punches.

"She's okay?" he asks.

"As okay as you except a sixteen years old be after being raped and thrown to a basement starving till death," I say through gritted teeth still punching the bag.

"She'll get better. She got the whole family now" he says offering me a slight smile.

Every one of us went through something, from being abused at home to being homeless, going to bad foster houses, even going to juvie.

I just wished my sister didn't have to go through any of that, I wished for her to have a happy story.