Chapter 1

"Hey, you can't smoke in public transport." He heard an annoying voice from behind making his head jerk back to glance at the source of it. It was a guy who hardly came to his shoulder, probably in his early twenties throwing a pathetic smirk at his way trying to intimidate him?

Kids these days.

He became a 'made man' when he was 12. He was an early bloomer as they all say. His fascination with knives and blades played the major trick and even back then he could make this dickhead piss in his pants.

He was wearing loose black pants with a white T shirt. His jacket was hanging open on his round shoulders and his belly button was peering through the kind of translucent fabric of the T- shirt.

No offense but the belly fat was also was helping a lot.

He considered telling him how he could use his dick as a bin for disposing off the stub, let alone the public transport but chose to shrug it off and only nodded curtly in response. Patience is a man's virtue after all, even for his kind. Today, he had better body to explore with his favorite blade anyway. The face of his sister flashed in front of his eyes with the thought and his pulses throbbed against his skin. He closed his eyes for a brief moment pretty aware of his bloodshot eyes trying to calm himself.

That fucker thought that he could abuse Ayla and get away with that?

He was always against this marriage but could not do anything against his father, the capo of 'La Cosa Nostra'. Not that his father was less than eager to chop that fucker's dick and feed it to him, in fact he was rather selfish in this case reluctant to share the pleasure but this prey was his.

"He will be mine to handle, Father." He had growled wildly and if it would have been any other sane man, he would have ran off with his tail between his legs without daring to utter a single word back but sanity was apparently nowhere in the blood and he couldn't complain.

"No Ian. He thought that just because I gave my daughter to him, he could do anything to her and cause her pain but I will tell that excuse of a man, how to actually inflict pain." Wilbert Agnello said in his infamous steel voice and everyone knew for good that this tone meant that the decision is made and there is no room for discussion anymore but he simply could not let it go like that. All his life, he made sure that no one ever is able to steal away the smile from his little sister's face, he had lived for it, found solace in it and that bastard thought that just because she was now married, she was not their business? After the hunt of a month they had found that asshole shit faced in a cheap bar at Las Vegas evidently at loss of any more money to keep on moving.

That fucker!

"You were the reason for her marriage to that 'excuse of a man' at first place." He barked. He knew that his father would have showered in blood of the whole city before being the reason for the misery of his daughter knowingly but today was not about logic, it was about blood, about family.

Something flashed in the eyes of his father, he had never talked to him like that. No one had, no one will. He will slice their throats open and play with their tonsils if they do but his first priority was not giving respect to his Capo at that moment.

"vuoi combattere?" He heard his father saying. Challenging for fight was his way of telling that he was willing to give him the privilege of helping San Francisco against growing population but only if he wins. He looked at his father who was cocking an eyebrow in his direction. He surely knew that Ian was using his guilt against him and was letting him, it was why he was this respected among their men as he could not be manipulated into something, not even by Ian who is known for fucking with people's mind.

They both looked strikingly alike, his eyes were honey colored just like his father. Ian was like his reflection with his tall, lean but muscular body except his dark hair which he got from his mother. His father's were blond.

"Yeah. I won't mind to fight for it, father." Ian's lips twitched as he shook his head at his father. He knew that his father will break the hell loose to win this time, but so would he.

That deal led him into this bus today, which he wouldn't mind if this pain in the ass would stop whistling on his head.

Well, practically shoulders.

His lips pursed into a thin line while he tapped his fingers on the knife under his shirt doing his very best to fight the urge to jab his knife into his mouth and make him silent but he could not do that. His father was probably eager to find him to keep him from his destination. Not that he couldn't fight him instead but considering how royally pissed he was, he didn't want to be wrestling his father. His father was a strong man, at his age also he could make the so called 'made men' feed on their shit but he wasn't even near to the cruelness that Ian possessed. None of them was a 'good man' but what made him more dreadful was that it was nearly impossible to decipher him. He was called 'blade' by the folks as in almost fifteen years, not even a single day had passed when he had not shed blood. He just had to reach the 'Pamper room' and this time he wanted blood of Carl. He peered out of window to make sure there are no men around and adjusted the hood of his jacket almost covering his face and glaring at his shoes hoping it would increase the pace of the bus.

Suddenly his thoughts were disturbed when the sound of whistle shifted from his back toward his front as his gaze rested on a girl who probably had just hopped on the bus considering he did not notice her earlier. Her back was facing him. She was wearing white denim shorts with a thin chain attached to its left side teasing the pale skin of her thighs with a turtle neck sweater in emerald green fitting her like a second skin. A denim bag pack was hanging casually on one of her shoulders with 'Daredevil' embroidered on it. Her long hair were tied in a high messy ponytail and they were the most beautiful brown he had ever seen with hint of gold in between. He was studying her when that asshole blocked the view and Ian let out a muffled groan.

His whistles had turned more annoying if it was even possible and the fact that he was practically doing it in the ear of that girl was pushing him on his edge. Ian narrowed his gaze as he saw him cupping her ass.

"Wanna have some fun babe?" He croaked in a disgusting way.

"Oh darling, yes?" Ian's head snapped up at the voice trying to look at the face of the source which was still blocked from the view. It was a smooth voice, kind of deep but in a very soothing way unlike the usual high pitch of girls. His eyebrows drew together when her hands reached the crotch of the guy and before disgust could crawl up to him, she squeezed it and the guy cried in pain while leaning forward with his hands on his assets when she took the chance to blow her elbow on his chin and smirked.

"Fuck." Ian mumbled.

He thought that she was a good catch by checking her body out but his assumptions were nowhere near to what he was seeing now. Her eyes were the lightest shade of the blue he had seen, lightest blue possible with thick lashes making a beautiful hood above them, her lips were small but full almost making a perfect heart shape, her eyebrows were dark, arrogant and edgy which made her already high cheekbones standout even more and she donned a set of dimples which perfectly jeweled her sexy smirk.

How good would it feel to caress them with his tongue? And his cock twitched. She looked like a goddess but not the ones who are worshipped for their angelic beauty, she looked like a warrior goddess, far from angelic but dangerously beautiful.

"Didn't your mamma taught you to respect women boy?" She mocked shaking her head as if she was talking to a toddler and pushed him forward by his shirt. He must have got his dose because his whistling came to an end and his hands reached the back of a seat to keep him from stumbling. Everyone was looking at her in fascination and respect. Ian smirked under his hood glancing at the girl for the last time before mumbling 'queen' under his breath and jumping out of the bus. Today, he can't let anything stop him. Not that he was any less interested in getting to know this pretty 'daredevil'.