Should the Mafia Emperor be afraid for the safety of an enemy?
Should he be concerned when Tyler informed him that Cally came to see Alaina?
Was there a need to hide in shadows, behind the wall, entirely prepared the rush inside and even not care about revealing his identity if Calliope Storm took a wrong step and tried to harm the tiny Storm Princess......
He was ready to kill for that woman with glazed honey hair, ready to forget every single of his plans and halt his empire's working if it came to her safety......she made him as such.
Alaina Storm made Ajax Waylon feel resentment for herself but when she was sleeping desolately and was in danger, she made him rush like a madman to her and take care of her as she was his lifeline.
How many times has this occurred by now? That little fairy was there in the banquet of the Russian Oligarchs and even delivered herself in his bed with those cute bouncy hairs of hers that he could not stop petting, yesterday she was drugged and again found her sleep in his bed, all the while making him settle on the couch which was small for his muscular frame.
Did he cared though? Did Ajax Waylon, the one who controlled the mafia dynasty care about sleeping in a comfortable place....maybe he did because the most uncomfortable thing he had experienced till now was that emotion blossoming in his heart when she blabbered incoherent words in her deep sleep, drooling a little and then her face glowing like a beautiful flower under the soft moonlight.
She was adorable to the point of making his heart clench.
And when he had already somewhat initiated a war with his heart for considering that woman precious hearing her today was like someone had hit him with ice cold water...Valace Storm abused her.
The person that even he, the emperor of the world dared not touch thinking that she was made up of porcelain, too frail and delicate that she might break from his touch, that monster had impudence to harm her.
Alaina had gone home just an hour ago with her traitor cousin and what remained behind was his intense rage.
He was punching the leather bag with all his might when he recalled what he saw- a large bruising mark was coating her skin across the stomach. It infuriated him to the core and it shouldn't.
He was here to destroy his enemies not for taking care of a girl. He should get away from her as soon as possible, she was trouble- an exquisite one with a smile that was comparable to the magnificent sun. She had such pretty fingers that while sitting beside her on the bed yesterday night, he could not help but take her palm and kiss them infinitely.
He recalled the touch of her fingers.
The soft Rosy hue on her cheeks.
That creamy texture of hair, he closed his eyes taking a deep breath. They were darkened when they came into view again.
It was not his job to save her from the drug dealer but how could he not when the thought of her hurting made him feel like dying. He didn't knew what has possessed him but he wanted that man to die excruciatingly without any mercy.
"Little treasure you are in a hell of trouble, just get out of my fucking mind." His senses were in chaos, she was his to hurt and hearing her agony, he was afraid to say- it made him want to kill any person painfully ,oh so very painfully.
"Sir, her uncle is back in Storm palace" as the words left Tyler's mouth the punching bag was slammed so hard, it tore off from the middle.
If there was a world that disappointed her and took advantage of such innocence, than everything should burn till only she remained and nothing.
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Strom Palace
Russia
Treachery ran in his veins. Thousands of people live in the faint hope of redemption for the sins they have committed, sometimes to achieve ultimate salvation.
Valace Storm had a way of achieving things, he didn't care if they are devastated by the time he had them, but if he wanted something, it will be his.
Days have passed and it was going to be a week from the time Alaina had returned home.
Utter silence- on the oncoming of his niece all healthy and almighty, the same pride in her eyes as before, but something has changed, the fire in those orbs was burning furiously, more than before.
The look on her face was enough to quite everyone down. A Storm was coming and this silence was just before it's onset.
He didn't feared her but when he saw the look in his daughter eyes it made him grit his teeth- disgust, she was disgusted with his mere presence. He didn't cared if Alaina lived, he truly wanted her dead but his daughter was someone he loved no matter how twisted it was.
The two who had inseparable childhood seemed to ignore each other's presence, more like Cally was totally neglected by Alaina, her ignorance and jealousy had snachted away the only relation which seemed to support her through anything and everything.
Every night Alaina didn't knew why but she felt a presence near her window, she should have creeped out but strangely she felt safe, no nightmares, no worries. She was getting what she always desired- peace.
She didn't knew why but whenever she opened her eyes no one would be there but if you ask her she felt someone's warm touches on her hair and cheeks and then again instead of being repulsed by those touches she embraced them, sighing contently. They were for her. Only her
A night she was sure she saw the same green eyes that saved her and she was sure she would drown in it's depth, willingly.