Devil's vow

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"

of men

huddled in the corner, fear spiking in

his voice terrified the people sitting

escorted the girls out of the room as a new host came forward his hands trembling

voice

brought forward, his face marred with scars from fight. His form leaning

bid. Who would want a kidnapper to

you will, no problem......I fucking will" his voice has gotten ice

tightly behind their backs, their time being slave masters was over, now they will be only

her pain, saw with both of his eyes...no one... absolutely no

for once he embraced what he was being made ...a

"Tyler!!"

"Boss"

men had a fighting practice

as you know

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

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

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,

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arrived, princess Dia has the girls with her, she is in charge of this case, they

name made Ajax's

towered over his underboss. "Stay. Away.

the guard

eyes widened as he sped walked towards the room indicated, the door battered with

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

approaching, she backed away in the corner, drawing her

as he took her fetus form curled in there, his fingers motioning the guards to stand outside

most gentle

pressed her back away