Devil's vow✔️[ Mafiaso Series #1]

Princess*

All the girls were lined up together, their hands bound above their head, the jute rope cutting through their skin drawing blood.

All of them different but a similarity mingling them together, their red eyes completely blank, void of any hope and emotion only unfanthomable agony and anguish dripping from them.

The feeling of helplessness clouding their heart as they were kidnapped for an auction- the auction for slaves, pleasure slaves mainly.

They once joyous eyes were puffy from crying.

The hall buzzed with commotion as buyers seated themselves, both male and female hungrily eyeing their victims.

The men to kidnap the girl were standing at a side proudly displaying their preys.

They were from all over the country, their hopes high because of who was going to bestow them all with his grace- The Mafia King of five nation's, the strongest person in the world- Ajax Waylon.

There was no government above him. At 29 years of age he was government.

"Settle down everyone, the King will be here any moment, please take your seats."

And just like a prophecy, rumbles from the tires of more than sixty cars roared throughout the arena.

It was an elegant hall, furnished with beauty and glorious luxury for  welcoming the buyers.

All heads turned at the arrival of a man, armed with guns, the guards following his every suit. His green eyes burning with an unknown emotion.

He seated himself down on the luxurious chair only made for him....only for the supreme King.

Ajax's eyes scanned each and every girl, their own scarred for life. His sister and mother would have been here if that day he hadn't killed the bosses of four nations.

"S-Sir we are extremely lucky that you have graced us with your presence. If you allow the auction will begin."

And the first time since he has entered the room, a sinister, bone chilling smile appeared on his face.

"I am not interested in the girls, I am interested in them." His eyes were blizzards and anyone defying would be killed mercilessly.....he was pointing to the kidnappers.

"B-but sir"

"STRAP HIM TOO!" he roared, his army of men without any single delay followed his command.

The girls huddled in the corner, fear spiking in their hearts.

"Begin the show." The calm in his voice terrified the people sitting as buyers, they knew they were not making it alive tonight.

Ajax's guards escorted the girls out of the room as a new host came forward his hands trembling and sweat dribbling down his forehead.

"F-first" his voice squeaked.

A man was brought forward, his face marred with scars from fight. His form leaning and legs trembling.

No one bid. Who would want a kidnapper to take home?

"I see you won't bid, none of you will, no problem......I fucking will" his voice has gotten ice cold.

The buyers were thrown out of their chairs, their hands gripped tightly behind their backs, their time being slave masters was over, now they will be only one thing.......ashes.

His Alaina had suffered from the hands of a drug dealer once, he heard her pain, saw with both of his eyes...no one... absolutely no one will go through that again, he will make sure.