Chapter 2

My each breath has your name.

He is strong.

He is dangerous.

He is love at a war.

The light under dark night.

A challenge, a hunter,

The heir to the Waylon empire, he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and steel in his veins.

No, he wasn’t born lucky, he was born rich, a minor contemporary relation, a huge difference.

What belongs to the devil stays with the devil.

And when you touch whom he loves, he will hunt you.

With demeanor of demons and looks of Adonis, the lion is out for the hunt.

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Why do I feel my frozen heart melt sometimes?

Is there anyone whose tears have my pain… I, the one who owed to rule the entire world, feel empty when the feeling resides.

Who are you, a dream so far yet so near to my heart, I wish to hold you so near, clutching you closer as if you may disappear.

I was raised to be the emperor who would rule them all and then crush them beneath my feet for I have been betrayed and lied to. Those who have been against me were the ones who had to face my wrath yet when it came to you why I, the one who had never cried felt so weak, my dear enemy why did you make me fall on my knees?

I was called Ajax yet my name is incomplete, unless it’s you who have whispered it in your sleep.

When I was born they said the constellations were much brighter and the universe had my name remembered yet the only name I could recall even in my sleep is yours…do you see the way I bleed?

Your call has reached my ears, those desperate cries that I failed to hear. Closer to your soul yet distant apart.

My each breath has your name, my sweet temptress, what is your name…

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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 for 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 atrocious their don’s mood was today thus if he wanted someone to die…they would 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, to see the fury, the calm hurricane trapped in his turquoise irises.

“We failed to track him down, sir…but we did find his weakness.”

Weakness?

Do monsters have weaknesses 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 then 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 have to hurt some innocent people in this bloody war.

He only wished he didn’t have 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 had to change because his enemy too had not spared his family so it was just returning the favor.

“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 reflect 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 they were 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 Finland. We cannot let Valace and his niece wait, now can we?” that was his last command.

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

Ajax’s biggest nemesis Valace and Valace had only one weakness, his precious niece Alaina Storm 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 harm him.

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