Escaping The Mafia King

Chapter 11: 11

Varys Flint

Strong arms with rippling muscles covering every inch of his body were punching on a heavy weighted bag that was hanging from a ceiling.

His anger was crossing the limits of sanity. The thoughts of her were making him go blind in need.

And the thought of her getting hurt by his own men was making him see red. His fists slammed against the bag harder, punching it with all the power that he had earned throughout the years of practice.

"Boss..." a voice rang behind him, shivering in fear for disturbing him in his personal time, "She is staying in Texas only. With a man named Vincent."

His punch landed so hard on the bag that the bag broke its grip from the ceiling and fell down on the floor with a loud bang.

The dead body of Rooney, the goon who had dared to hurt her, who had dared to grab her hair and drag her despite of getting clear instructions of not laying even a finger upon her body, fell out.

The ground became a bloody mess. He turned around, his green eyes were spitting fire at the person standing in front of him,

"I want his bio on my table in half an hour."

"Y.. yes... boss." The man replied while stumbling back a few steps.

Even though Varys' men were ruthless and fear was beaten out of their heads through years of training, there was no man in the gang who could dare to stand in front of Varys without shivering.

Varys grabbed the white towel from a chair and wiped his blood stained hands with it.

done, he threw the towel over Rooney's

Knight to

to find

had Varys snapping his neck

we know," the man stammered in terror, "she has no connection with him. S.. so it is

this next fucking hour or you are going to take Rooney's place in that fucking bag." Varys

from there after mumbling

out of sight, Varys banged his fist on

from this cruel world.

had sacrificed her just so she never gets

was just

never even

Ten Years ago

slammed his fist on the thick bark of a tree that had been placed in

rich so a lavish life

understood that his goody two shoe brother, apple of everybody's

voices that were coming from downstairs. He got angry. He

slammed harder against the wood. A few minutes passed and that is when

skin was glistening in the faint sunlight that

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