Devil's vow✔️[ Mafiaso Series #1]

I am a Waylon

Waylon Palace

Brazil

The silver dagger glinted in pure rays of the omnipotent sun. Ajax Waylon, the mafia monarch of five nations glided his finger across the tip of the bayonet for blood.

His turquoise eyes were wrapped with a silk blindfold, hidden from the light of the world that considered him cold and unfeeling as frosty winters of tundra, not knowing that his heart was burning with revenge since years. He felt each emotion but the greatest of them was wrath and hatred.

Blazing sun made pearls of perspiration drop on his golden skin, setting the entire arena with a thick aura of murderous intent.

When the monarch flexed his arms, muscles contracting as he threw the weapon ferociously no one even dared to breathe.

The guards stationed right next to the target were stiff knowing that how atoricious their don's mood was today thus if he wanted someone to die....they will be dead, there was no point in defying and trying to save their lives because the master of the steel blade never missed an aim.

It was their fault that they missed the location of their target- Valace Storm and now they would pay for their mistakes.

"How disappointing."  The mafia emperor whispered in distaste before removing the blindfold, for the world to enthral, to see the fury, the calm hurricane trapped in his turquoise irises.

"We failed to track him down sir....but we did found his weakness."

Weakness?

Do monsters have weakness too?

Yes the world was not fair, everyone had someone they held precious to themselves and if not carefully preserved the hungry wolves would take advantage of those.

Ajax chuckled in dry humor, providing his undisputed attention to target, hitting blades on it one by one ferociously.

Since when he became a person to involve the families of the people who offended him. It was a dispute between him and Valace then why did he had to hurt some innocent people in this bloody war.

He only wished he didn't had to resort to such ways, destroying his enemy was one thing but dragging his family in mud and destroying them wasn't his style.

But sooner or later things have to change because his enemy too had not spared his family so it was just returning the favour.

"Sir, Valace Storm has one daughter with his wife Mia Storm but he is known to be very indifferent to them. It is even stated that his daughter would not be given any share in the legal property but all the parts that are to be given to his daughter would instead be transferred to his niece's name.

As compared to his daughter Calliope, Valace prefers and loves his niece Alaina Storm.

Here is a file containing all the important information boss."

The predator here was already keeping a track on his prey.....a golden one and it was hard to lose trail.

"Alaina....hmm this name sounds beautiful." the standing guards were astonished for a moment yet it did not reflected on their faces.

" Você ouviu isso .... a melodia da vingança é tão doce."

(Do you hear that....melody of vengeance is so sweet.)

He was the master of this game.....always was ,lurking in the shadows leaving suspicious paths just to remind the amateurs who were they contending with. So let the Storm princess be happy with mirth, her days of living will not be long enough to have that joy.

It was a game till he made his mind to step in the cold battle taking place between Mafia dynasties...now it was a full blown war.

"Prepare the jet,we are leaving for Russia. We cannot let Valace and his niece wait, now can we?" that was his last command.

Because Russia was where the bastard had hidden his secret treasure.

Ajax's biggest nemesis Valace and Valace had only one weakness, his precious niece Alaina Strom whom he loved much more than anyone in the entire world and Ajax couldn't wait to seek vengeance.

Let him be a sinner this time, using someone who did not harmed him,

Let him be a monster who would cut the feathers of a bird that did not deserved it.

Revenge and Hatred rising like a whirlwind is the true soul of him

Whirlpool of emotions swirling in darkness is what he carves

Unknown to the emperor, the queen of his chess game is going to be the empress of his heart in true name.