Blood & Pain: My mafia brothers

Chapter 4: Felix

Felix's p.o.v.

Arena is packed today... A lot more than it was used to five years ago. Dad always made sure to keep me and my brothers out of the business. But sometimes we come to see fights, especially when our older brother Zero or cousin Romeo fights.

Never, not even once did Knox participate in death matches like this one, even though he learned the martial art our mother Miabella used to know.

He always said...that art is sacred. Pure. Not for fights for blood money.

I sighed as I stared up at the stage...a giant cage on it, and inside that my sibling Knox was breaking the bones of some Russian fighter. Shaking my head, I looked away and glanced at the open iron door instead. No sign of Shouka yet.

Our sister is not going to like her birthday party... I remember how much she hated this kind of violence.

And now, here we are doing that same violence at her birthday party. No wonder she is late... I bet she doesn't even want to come here and meet us.

The loud sound of the crowd cheering snapped my eyes back to the cage...Knox was standing there covered in blood while Rome was probably trying to convince him to stop. The Russian fighter...dead on the ground. Another one. If this keeps going on a fight might break out between Russian mafia men and our Italian men.

We are not always on friendly terms. And Knox brutally killing their men like this will make it worse. Great. What the hell is he even thinking?!

That liar w***e he wanted to marry really f****d up his brain I guess. Knox is clearly more calm and calculated than me...but when it comes to feelings, that man is like a mad hungry wolf, always chasing the wrong prey.

There is no place for love in our lives. I have no idea when he will understand that. After what happened to me...to us, in the training, I thought Knox would finally understand. But I guess...those things made him worse.

" What are you waiting for?"

A warm hand on my shoulder jerked my body back as in instinct. Even though I recognized the voice, I couldn't help my arm to raise... couldn't help my knuckles to pounce on the intruder.

Thankfully, I calmed myself down before any of that could happen and tried to act normal instead.

He doesn't need to know what happens when someone sneaks up on me like this now. It will make him feel responsible somehow, and I don't want that. Whatever happened in the training was nobody's fault but mine and mine alone.

I took a deep breath as I watched the bright blue eyes of my older brother, " Nothing, Zero." He looked a lot like his mother Aunt Georgia...same blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Shouka has more like Dad's...deep and dark like the ocean, which sometimes feels numb and dead.

I hope that kid has somehow changed and found happiness. I hope she is better...better than before at least.

" Go and sit on your throne then."

I frowned at Zero, " But it was Dad's."

In Italy, it was fine. I was the boss, could do whatever I wanted... could sit on my throne and order everyone around like some kind of vicious king. Here, at home...it's different. Somehow feels disrespectful to Dad when he is there sitting along with family elders, and I will sit up there on the throne. Nah. I would rather stand here at the bar instead.

Zero looked like some kind of puppy when I refused something to him. Like right now, his blue eyes are brighter...almost like pearls as he watched my face, " It's yours now."

" I don't wanna..."

He gave me a pointed look, snatching my red wine and gulping it in one go. " You know what your Father did to your grandfather after he took the command as Boss..."

Jesus Christ. I don't want to hear that story again. And I can't believe this i***t wants me to disrespect his own father. There is definitely something wrong with these Russian men. Zero is the heir of Dad. Whereas I and my brothers are heirs of Roman Moretti...he was our real father. Died because of love... because of me and my brothers I think.

And Dad...he could have killed us when we were kids...could have let those power-hungry elders kidnap and torture us. Dad could have all the money, he could rule both the Italian and Russian mafia. But instead, he kept us alive...he gave us a life we never wanted. How could I ever disrespect that man?

I owe him my life.

" Felix..."

I groaned at Zero, " Yes, Yes, I know... My father took all of Grandpa's money and power, practically forcing him to bow down to him and treating him like his dog on a leash. But I knew Grandpa Reiner wasn't a good man before, he must have deserved it."

I gazed at our old man, the left side of his face had a deep scar...he got that when I was seven and someone sent an assassin to kill me. He could have let me die. But he didn't and got injured while saving me.

Gritting my teeth, I locked eyes with my cruel brother instead, " Dad doesn't deserve this."

" He is your uncle, Felix. And it's not about who deserves what...", he is rubbing his temple as if I am the one irritating him. When it's the other way around. Really, if someone else would have annoyed me this much I would have killed him by now. But I don't hurt family...the only rule I have. So, Zero is safe, until and unless I really lost my sanity.

I am afraid it might happen soon if he keeps blabbering like this.

"It's about the power, about the fear. People will fear just by your name thinking that you can be this cruel to the man who raised you...what you can do to them."

That...that really made me laugh as I think about all the crimes I have been committing recently. " People already fear me enough. I don't need more reasons."

I am never disrespecting Uncle Dane. After all, whatever my brothers and I do... We do for him. And for our sister obviously.

That's what I was going to say when the loud cheers that were echoing in the air, suddenly stopped. There are hundreds of criminals in this arena right now, and let me tell you they are always loud, and drunk...and curse and fight like a bunch of cavemen.

So that's why...the sudden pin-drop silence snapped my eyes away from my older brother and behind him on the door instead. Because that's where everyone is looking right now.

I frowned as I noticed all the Russian men...even their soviet members and capos stood up and bowed their heads. Only Dad gets this kind of respect because he is their Pakhan...and Zero. After all, he is the heir.

It must be some rich moneylender, I scowled as I tried to look at the guest. Unlike our Italian mafia empire where only being born as Moretti is enough for loyalty, Russian Batva has a different way of working, money plays an important role in earning the loyalty of men.

That's why Rome wanted to kill that moneylender Dante who is a threat to Zero and Dad.

I hope he is not the one who dared to come to my sister's birthday party... I will surely kill him if he sets foot in my territory.

Clenching my knuckles I was about to move when all the air left my lungs... The men in front of me move, and my eyes land on the person who just entered the Arena and coming towards me now. It's not a moneylender. It's not a man. I don't think it's even human. I blinked my eyes as I watched her.

It's...an angel.

She was like a sweet dream dipped in vanilla. Her blonde hair was so thick, and long, and curly, the bright shade of golden in her hair, exactly similar to the gown she was wearing.

Like some kind of mermaid...she walked gracefully. And I don't think it's only me who is lovestruck here. And god these curves of her petite body...

Everyone is just...mesmerized.

Tilting my head I stared at the side slit in her gown, her smooth thick thigh looks delicious, but that's not what made me so f*****g hard. It was two knives and a gun tugged in her thongs.

Who the hell is she?!

She is definitely not an assassin of ours otherwise I would have seen her before. And I am sure no woman from a Russian mafia families is allowed to fight or use weapons.

I frowned, noticing she is really coming towards me. My eyes finally left her curves and shifted up on her face.

And then...my light green eyes met the deepest darkest shade of blue. It's like the midnight sky...and I couldn't look away from the depth of it. I couldn't even look at her pouty pink lips and her cute button nose. The second my eyes met those numb blue eyes of hers, I couldn't look anywhere else.

I scowled more when she stopped right in front of me, " Do I know you?"

She raised her sharp brow at that, " You really forgot me, Felix?"

What the...

" How can I forget you when I don't even know you."

" And I thought I was angry at you before.", she crossed her arms above her perky breasts, I forced my eyes up at her face when she glared at me. " Now I am furious!"

" Excuse me?"

" Anyway, we can fight later."

I had no idea what she was about to do until she went on and did it. This unknown weird angel...hugged me. I don't even remember when was the last time someone hugged me. Maybe five years ago my sister Shouka hugged me. That's it. I think she was the only person I ever allowed to hug me.

And here she is, hugging the Boss of the Italian mafia like I am some kind of bear. What the hell is wrong with this girl?!

Before I lose all my sanity and hugged her back...or worst, turn her around and f**k her on the bar table behind...in front of everyone to see so they can know this angel is off-limit to them...before I could make the worst mistake of my life, a panther growled.

Not one though. There were three of them. Black, and large, and dangerous. None of them have any collars so they were free to roam...now they are strolling towards us, one of them even sat down and licked this angel's feet.

Wait...What the... Me and my brothers gifted these panthers to Shouka before we left for training.

I heard her sigh against my chest, and the pulse of my hard d**k made me want to puke in disgust. What the serious f**k?! It can't be right. It must be a mistake.

" I am glad you are alright and as stupid as before...big brother, Felix."

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck...shit.

When I touched her bare arms and pushed her away, it literally felt like my skin was burning just by touching her. I should have never looked at her like that.

" What the hell, Shouka.", I shouted, taking out my disgusting frustration on her. " You are stinking!"

I have no idea what I am saying right now.

" This is how you will behave while meeting me for the first time after five long years, brother..."

" I...I...need to take a bath."

What the hell is wrong with me?!

" What?"

How was I used to talk to her before?!

Yeah, I remember.

" You ruined my shirt with your makeup!", I tried to scold her...or shout at her...or god knows what. " Brat."

Before she said anything else, or I embarrassed myself even more. I literally ran. I ran away from the Arena...then the Estate...drove Knox's Red sports car like a maniac... I don't even know when I reached our lake house.

But right now, I am under a cold shower with the biggest, hardest... Hard on I ever had.

My head grazed against the cold shower wall as I stared down at my f****d up hard d**k. s**t. I am marrying Isabella as soon as possible and then, am running far f*****g away from this lake house...and from my sister.

My sister.

Damn it.

If Rome and Zero found out how I got hard watching Shouka. Our little innocent swan... They gonna torture me to death. And Knox...I am sure he will even follow me to hell and take out my disgusting green eyeballs that were staring at our sister the wrong way.

And Dad...he trusted me enough to let me live with his three-year-old daughter, let me raise her like a father...protect her like a brother. And after five years, I met her and got a hard-on?! He will kill me. He should kill me.

That's it. I am not even going to look at our Shouka. No matter what.