Chapter one: Mayday

Ace POV

Let me introduce myself, the name is Ace black, I'm twenty-seven years old, head of the black dragon family. We're more like an outlaws kind of family, not blood related but brothers none the less.

My mother was a druggie and my father, I have no idea who that man might be. I left home when I was fourteen and joined the black dragon family, I started low like everyone else, at the bottom of the food chain till I made it to the top, I'm the head of the family now.

I haven't heard from my mother for over ten years, she's now in her forties. She quitted the drugs and married some guy with money on him, when I left she had another kid, a half-sister of mine. She was three at the time and I haven't heard from her or my mother ever since.

This brings us back to the present, I own a club named Secret. I'm sitting in my office with the woman who gave birth to me, she's crying and clutching a paper for dear life.

"What do you need from me Elena," I ask calling her by her name and not mother, I stopped doing that when I was seven.

"Arya...Arya needs help" my mother says, Arya is my little sister, I doubt she had any idea about my existence since she was too young when I left.

"And what does she need my help with?" I ask skeptical about my mother's presence and goals. She offers me the paper she's been hugging, it's handwritten and full of tears but the words are clear enough to be read.

Elena.

I need help, Damien isn't what I think he is.

He won't let me go out or get access to any phone. I'm sending this message through a friend and hope you receive it. I have no idea where I am.

Help me, please.

Your only daughter

Arya.

"Who's Damien? And why does she need help" I ask through gritted teeth, my sister is only a child?

"Damien is her boyfriend, she ran away from home. I haven't heard from her in the last six months till this. Please you have to help her" my mother says still crying.

I lose it, my baby sister, she's a kid she shouldn't have a boyfriend or run away from home or ask for help.

I always had a temper, it gets worst when innocent people get abused. I stand up mad, I'm ready to kill someone preferably whoever this Damien is.

"How could you let her!! She's only a child? She's not supposed to have a boyfriend, to begin with!" I yell at the negligent woman.

"I couldn't...I didn't it just....just happened" she stutters and I'm ready to kill someone now.

"What's the full name of her boyfriend what do you know about him," I ask needing information to find that son of a bitch.

"I...I don't know...she never told me" she says and I completely lose it.

"You negligent, drug addict, a poor excuse to a mother. How could you!" I scream at her she tried to reply to defend herself but I stop her "out. Get out of my sight. I'll take care of Arya now out" I scream.

Once that woman left I called my best hacker, tracker, and best friend Leo, also known as ghost around the family. He came in sensing my bad mood he got us both two glasses of scotch. Leo is only twenty-two but he's old for his age, life made him mature early. He joined the family a few years after me and even with the age gap between us, we became friends.

He waited till I'm calm before asking me what's wrong.

"I have a sister, Arya, she's..." I take me a minute to calculate how old she's supposed to be sixteen now, a fucking kid. "Sixteen men, she's sixteen men. She ran away from home and sent this to the woman who gave birth to us" I say handing him the letter.

He scans it quickly and nods before leaving to do his work. He's the family ghost he can get to some things...no one else can leaving no trace hence the nickname.

I close my eyes trying to calm myself, I need more scotch. Some people shouldn't be allowed to have children, Elena being number one on the list.

It's gonna take ghost some time to find her, I just hope we're not too late. I should have taken her with me when I left, being on the street is easier than living with that woman.

I pray for Arya to forgive me, I'm getting my sister back only this time I'm not letting her go.