Chapter 3: Lethal


    Waylon Pce


    Brazil


    The Pce had seen many masters some were harsh while others tend to be kind. The generations of


    Waylon''s were born and have gained their honour here .This pce held the darkest of secrets, the


    ones which nobody dared to talk about but everyone remembered.


    White cream walls with majestic pirs which made the foundation of the mansion represented the


    once peaceful demeanour of the ce. The windows were draped with lush curtains, a magnanimous


    chandelier hanging on high ceiling, all royal blue representing the symbol of the empire - Valour.


    His father once owned it , his mother and his little sister were happy in their own dream world and their


    loving family but some things are bound to change ,now what remained was his thirst for vengeance.


    The terror in the eyes of his little sister, Dia haunted him to this day.


    There were times when he questioned himself why he didn''t go on a killing spree after the tragedy


    striking his home but then he recalled his father''s words ''sometimes death is mercy''  and forgiving was


    thest thing he could be.


    Years.......it had taken him years to bend his emotions ording to his will. His aggression and


    madness stayed draped behind the cid facade.


    The new master of the mansion was right now at his favourite ce - the underground ,his personal


    fighting arena .Other members of the pce were strictly prohibited to enter the ce. It reeked of


    fresh wood and snow but it wasn''t so refreshing as it''s smell.


    The sounds of constant punching of the fists could be heard throughout the arena but not outside ,


    because he came there to find his lost peace, to take out his aggression, to avoid converting in the


    beast his needs were urging him. So to keep it all to himself he made it soundproof .


    The Mafia involved drugs, assassination and human trafficking. Ajax''s purpose was to make the


    foundation of the blood regime so hollow that it copses, crumbles and burns in ashes beneath his


    foot.


    For other men involved in the dark world human trafficking was the most profitable business, a crime so


    heinous that it could shatter the person from inside and as a little child who had seen his four year old


    sister on the verge of being taken by vile men….Ajax had made something a more profitable source-


    assassination of Lords and Mafia Don''s while condemning and stopping the ck market of human


    ves to the extent that the others became wary.


    His wrath has rained upon them so ruthlessly that absolutely no one tried to defy him. His methods


    were cruel but still just. It was against the rules of the mafia to kill kins- the Lords in alliance butws


    are made by monarchs and right now his word wasw.


    He never wanted people to be just afraid of his presence ,No he wanted them to be so damn frightened


    that even in their sleep they bow down to him. Power - people fight for power and gain it , but he wasn''t


    there to fight for it ,it was his ,always and forever -from the day he was born till hisst breath.....till


    eternity.


    His stone cold heart was never beating for love nor that he ever wished it did.


    There''s a swift knocking on the door which was left unanswered. He didn''t want to hear anybody. He


    wanted to gather all his fury which he was hiding from the world because the time has finallye


    where he would unleash it all on one person.


    There was another urgent knock on the door before it could be repeated the door was thrown open with


    Ajax towering over the mafia bodyguard who shuddered from the close proximity, a chill running down


    his spine.


    People even twice his age were unable to look him in the eye, the crystal greens in them were even


    more beautiful than the depths of the deepest ocean, but they remained calm and dangerous.


    "The jet is ready boss only if you wish to proceed". the man replied, his eyes cast down.


    Ajax motioned the guard to wait outside where hundreds like him were scrutinizing every security


    detail.


    Before going to Russiannd he further moved inside his fighting pit, unlocking the security code, a


    royal blue falcon appearing on the screen- the symbol of Waylon business empire ,the symbol of him.


    "Tell me the master of all, the swiftest of sword and the monarch of skies will heaven fall before your


    eyes?" The robotic voice presented the puzzle in a monotonous voice.


    "Heaven may befall but Underworld would stand as strong and powerful as the Titan''s n." A beep


    sounded after he utter those words recognizing his voice and correct answer.


    "Wee Master." The machine replied.


    All text ? N?velD(r)a''ma.Org.


    His fingers swiftly typed a message and send them to an anonymous person inside the American Don''s


    Julian Romanov''s residence- his uncle.


    His lips curing into a smirk .The hunt has begun.


    "Lets see how Russians wee a hurricane."


    His swift footsteps echoing throughout were weed by head bodyguard Jamie and his son Andreas.


    But before that a sharp movement caught his eye, he looked down at the concrete blocks his eyes


    racking a silvery button on the floor.


    "MOVE DOWNNN! " his voice boomed just seconds before the st was heard.