Devil's vow

Chapter 35: 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. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

It's his world and for once he embraced what he was being made ...a beast...and be embraced his

monstrosity.

"Tyler!!"

"Boss"

"Did the men had a fighting practice today?"

"No boss, as you know today was for sword fighting."

"Warriors!" He bellowed "You all have an extra fight today, you will be practice punches and

swords....on THEM and make sure they die after your two hour practice is over."

His hands raise shooting seven shots, the women buyers in the hall falling on the floor with no restraint,

a bullet embeded through their heads.

He stood up walking out, his Alaina would be proud. His woman had always protected people, she was

his angel....when someone was hurt she was hurt. When someone cried, his beautiful Alaina cried. And

he will never allow those eyes to cry, if he can't save lives by healing, he will save them by killing.

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"Boss the police have arrived, princess Dia has the girls with her, she is in charge of this case, they will

be returned to their homes by tommorow morning."

The way Tyler said Dia's name made Ajax's anger spike.

"Tyler..." Ajax towered over his underboss. "Stay. Away. From. My. Sister."

"BOSS!" their eyes snapped to the guard as he came forward, "a baby-"

Ajax's eyes widened as he sped walked towards the room indicated, the door battered with it's paint

ripped off.

It's gut wrenching smell didn't fazed the mafia king as he saw the body of a little girl lying at the corner,

her skin covered in dirt, malnourishment seemed to have striken her form.

Her eyes flew open, widening with horror as she saw the men approaching, she backed away in the

corner, drawing her legs towards her chest, tears falling down her eyes.

Ajax's heart clenched as he took her fetus form curled in there, his fingers motioning the guards to

stand outside the door.

"Sweetheart" he cooed in the most gentle voice possible, extending his hands slowly.

She further pressed her back away frightened.

"I won't hurt you, sunshine." Her eyes snapped to his. Her innocent warm browns clashed with his

warm forest greens which held so much affection.

"Give me your hand sweetheart, no one would hurt you, I promise love."

She slowly extended her small hand in his large palms. Ajax pulled her closer, lifting her small body,

seating her on his arms, softly stroking her hair.

His voice soothing her. Her took off his coat wrapping it around her to prevent her from cold. It was too

big for her but nonetheless very warm, she snuggled into it happily.

"Sweetheart" she looked up at him with shy eyes. "Where are your parents sunshine?"

"I-i they said...don't need me." He embraced her small figure on hearing her broken voice, to protect

the little angel from the cruel world, he was still kneeling on the floor.

His jaw clenched hard, trying hard not to scare her as his veins were boiling with rage.

"What's your name sunshine?"

"N-name?" He stood up carrying her outside.

The men parted, pin drop silence surrounding the area, the girl pushed her face in Ajax's chest hiding

as he gently stroked her hair, massaging her scalp. She was afraid of the dark, brooding men

surrounding her, yet comfortable with the most lethal one.

"Yes baby, what did they called you?"

"U-usles"

His arms tightened around her, still being gentle.

They fucking called her 'useless'. He was going to kill them in the most painful way possible.

"No baby you are wrong, the name is Aurora Waylon."

"Arura?" She asked confused, her honey eyes sparkling with curiosity.

He chuckled as she yawned laying her tiny head on his shoulders, her small hands circling his neck,

clutching the collar.

Ajax opened the car door, not detaching Aurora from himself even for a second. Seconds passed and

she was out like light. Ajax kissed her forehead softly.

"From this day onwards to the day I take my last breath, you are Aurora Ajax Waylon, my daughter, my

precious princess....never....never again these eyes would cry."