9 years ago
Waylon Palace
Brazil
Screams of anguish were expected, agony of bleeding heart of a recent widow would have been understood but the contemporaneous silence was something that frazzled the Waylon Palace that day.
Ajax's eyes were red, puffy from crying, his hair dishevelled, his clothes torn from savage fighting, scars adoring all his frame, that was the way life turned an innocent child into a murdrer.
His family was on stake, his sister and mother would have been sold and used like toys, he didn't had an option.
Walking towards his Palace with new found guards who didn't wanted to come across him, they thought he have got nothing to lose now and that's where they did a severe blunder.
He entered his home meeting the same dead silence, the place where his father laid wounded earlier was an empty spot tarnished by blood.
Running towards the doors of the basement he found it to be empty, they weren't here.
A call rang from the shattered phone laying on the floor, a familiar number visible on it.
"Uncle Julian.....I don't want fighters, I want living killing machines."
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Present
Allac State
Russia
He remembered, he endured the frenzy of it every second, his eyes were closed, only sounds of deep breaths could be heard.
A warm tear trailed down the eyes of the Russian heiress, her fingers touching his cheek gently, stroking it, caressing it slowly.
His hand held her palm, squeezing it softly, kissing the insides.
"I am sorry Jax, I am so sorry baby" her voice whispered softly as he traced his thumb underneath her eyes to stop her tears, she leaned in his touch.
Getting up ,she sat on his lap hugging him tightly. Her arms encased him in a protective gesture.
Who could have know that beast would need protection?
"Where are Lilliana and Dia, we will bring them back when all of this is over, we will visit your father's grave too Jax" that drawled a dry chuckle from him.
"My mother and sister are safe and healthy."
"No dobut why Julian hates me so much, Valace has destroyed your life, if I hadn't have met your father he would never had been pulled into this trap."
"Laina, if you hadn't met my father, that bastard would have fucking traded you!" his jaw clenched as he held her in a tight grip, pulling her impossibly close.
"Sacrificing one life is better than immolating four, you deserved a loving childhood. While I was having the fun of my life, you were suffering so much. I would do it now and everytime if that's the cost of you being happy." her voice cracked at the end.
"You think, you living a hell life will make me fucking happy? Would you let those fucking vile beings breathe in the same air as you, let being near you" he was livid.
"I-I.....Would you let them?" she asked in a whisper.
He growled in rage as his palm entangled her silky stands pulling her head backwards while his lips touched her ear.
"Nobody is ever going to touch you, not even look at you, I will feed their fucking eyes to vultures. I am no angel baby, I am a fucking grim reaper, I will burn the bastard alive. The words you uttered were dangerous, my treasure and now you should be afraid of only one person"
His lips were almost touching hers, his green forests were drowned in her earthly browns. Her each soft curve was pressed against his own hard muscle.
"Jax...."
"Yes Laina?" His gaze was intense, solely focused on her.
"I-I love you" her voice was nothing like before, it was pure raw, vulnerability shining in her deep chocolate pools, she was expecting a rejection.
His eyes darkened to interminable blacks, before she could repent her decision he closed off the distance between them.
Her hands trembled as she took hold of his hair in one while resting another on his shoulder.
The kiss was never like before......he wasn't just touching her, he was marking her his. Their lips were moving in sync, both of them fighting for dominance, he let her win this one. Her tounge entered his mouth exploring it, ravishing it.
She broke the kiss,her breathing laboured, his pupils were dilated "You are MINE, only mine, I love you Alaina Reece Storm and I will do anything and everything for you little sirena." he pulled her close, her head resting on his chest.
"Your mother will hate me just like Julian does. Your father was very kind." she sighed.
"My mother is no fool Laina, she belongs to the lineage of the oldest dynasty of mafia's, she though never approved of this life but under her guidance I trained with Uncle Julian. She knows this world. She will love you"
She nodded her head hesitantly.
"And love, my father is in no coffin and it's just the time being that he will be walking on Valace's ashes. He is alive. "
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Dia Waylon
Liliana Waylon
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