Escaping The Mafia King

"And what did you say?" Varys asked gently.

"I.. um. Accepted it?" Hope flinched a little after saying the words. Even though she was not doing anything wrong and definitely was not cheating on anyone, it kind of felt wrong.

Varys, who most of the time remained chill and calm around her suddenly clenched his jaw tight in anger.

"What exactly do you think we are doing with each other, Hope?" He asked in a soft voice that betrayed the hidden anger behind his words.

Hope stared into his eyes with barely contained emotions. She honestly did not know the answer to that. It felt like they were friends, but the closeness behind that friendship screamed more than friends.

"What do you want me to say?" She whispered. She wanted him to calm down. Although she had seen him get angry plenty of times, she did not like it when he got angry on her. It made her feel bad. Like she had done something very wrong.

Varys did not reply to her but the anger did not leave his eyes. He knew he had not given a name to their relationship. Never acknowledged the closeness and given her a reason to refuse the offers coming her way but he did not know she did not even realize the depth of emotions that he possessed for her.

"I..." He opened his mouth and almost let out a vile curse, but immediately stopped himself. Throwing a fist on the hood of the car that made a loud bang, he walked away from there.

"Varys!" Hope immediately turned around and called out to him. But her voice fell to deaf ears as without turning around he got in his car and drove away from there.

"Fucking hell!" Hector's irritated tone pulled her attention towards him, "Not again."

though it was not exactly her

who kicked his ass?" Hector

him with feigned innocence.

She was taking some pop music classes from the guy who was pretty famous locally. Not even

as she nodded her head he turned around

were away to work and she did not have keys to home since she was

not pick up. She tried again but still no answer. Sighing in defeat she dialled her parents' number but she already knew that they had to leave their cellphones

option left. Walk four miles in strappy

was heaving and sweating badly. The sun was even harsher than her expectation today. Her lack of exercise obviously

almost broken feet. The straps of sandals had left a bleeding wound in the back of her

two hours of walking, she took a

grass of the garden in front of her house, she plopped down on the ground in fatigue. After her knees stopped hurting a bit, she pulled open the straps of her sandals and threw the footwear aside, relishing

felt hot as hell. She was just glad that she had finally sat down and her feet were touching some coldness. She was never ever going to leave her wallet at

comfortably on the ground with her feet sprawled in front of her, she

Varys for leaving her stranded. She actually would

never take a