Devil's vow novel Chapter 2

Waylon Palace

Brazil

The silver dagger glinted in pure rays of the omnipotent sun. The Mafia don of five nations glided his finger across the tip of the bayonet thirsty for blood.

His turquoise green eyes were closed behind the silk blindfold, smoldering fire, hidden from the light of the world who considered him cold as frosty winters of tundra not knowing his heart was burning with revenge since years.

His golden skin set ablaze the arena when he flexed his arms, muscles contracting as he threw the weapon ferociously.

No one dared to move, not even the guards stationed right next to the target, if he wanted someone to die....they will be dead, there was no point in defying him because the master of the steel blade never missed an aim.

" We have got the lead Sire." The man same as his age delivering exigent information maintained his distance.

"We found his weakness."

Yes the world was not fair, everyone had their weaknesses and strengths and if not carefully preserved the hungry wolves would take advantage of those.

The Mafia chuckled in dry humor, providing his undisputed attention to Target, hitting blades on it one by one.

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

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.

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

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

He whispered before removing the blindfold, for the world to enthral, to see the fury, the calm hurricane trapped in his turquoise irises - Ajax Waylon.

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.

It was a game till he made his mind to step in the cold battle taking place between Mafia dynasties...not it was a full blown war.

"Prepare the jet,we are leaving for Russia" was his last command.

Because Russia was where the wolf had hidden his secret treasure, his niece Alaina Strom whom he loved much more than anyone in the entire would and Ajax couldn't wait to seek vengeance.

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Russia

Kenvin Lev was many things but a man of character he wasn't. His love confession to the Storm Princess a few days ago had became a source of gossips and hushed whispers.

Not only he was incapable and undeserving of her but numerous times tried to drag her down only to be dragged himself.

But with the looks of it he was going to create a bigger news, making out with another girl in the club in the presence of eyes which held respect for the Storm princess.

It showed his nochalant behavior that in his eyes Alaina was nothing but someone disposable but also created an upsurge conspiring with Alaina's own cousin, Cally.

With peach rogue skin and dark forest eyes Calliope was truly a beauty, but a black poisonous heart filled with deceit and lies what what she held inside her body.

Whatever was Alaina's should have belonged to her, it was her since birth but then suddenly the wicked seductress came and upsurged the whole would for herself.

Cally hated Alaina with guts and couldn't wait for her to fall down from her grace.

And the thought that the Storm Princess won't be aware of the whole fiasco was absurd. Brown honey waves fell oh her face, thick locks naturally blessed her heart shaped face glimmering as golden liquid in light. Red pouty lips curved down slightly in distaste.

Alaina instead watched them with brown, ice cold eyes from the balcony, a sigh escaping her mouth.....truly shameless. A raise of her hand made the party music die down.

The silence attracted the attention of the couple and as soon as Kevin's eyes fell on her, he smirked. He wasn't surprised because he wanted her to see, to feel the humiliation of rejection.

"I have changed my mind Alaina, I don't find you interesting anymore. Cally though is pretty good."

"You don't mean anything to me, a person who is as vile as you doesn't deserves to touch my cousin." Alaina had adored Cally at some point since they had basically grew up together but now it was just a faint disapoitment.

Her eyes were murky with jealousy so as to the point she pawned her own body in hopes of bringing Alina down.

Cally was far from naive and innocent, her brain worked absolutely fine to know what she was getting herself into but nevertheless she proceeded.

"I hope you don't feel bad Al, Kevin and I share a bond-"

"Cally you are playing with fire and hoping to come out unscathed. The hole you are digging .....pay heed that you don't fall in it yourself."

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