Escaping The Mafia King

Hope could not believe her eyes upon seeing Varys in the party. What was he even doing here? This was a party for extremely rich people. And Varys was not supposed to be here!

Her heart was beating against her chest like a jackhammer, the sweat making its way down to her temple despite of being in the fully air conditioned hall.

When his furious gaze became too harsh for her to bear, and the shock of seeing him here passed, making her realize that it was no dream and she was seeing him in front of her eyes for real, she averted her gaze. And in that exact moment she realized that Shawn's lips were still pressed upon hers.

She immediately pulled back, taken aback and surprised. Shawn was smiling down at her as their body still moved to the rhythm but she came to a standstill,

"Why did you do that?!" she asked, feeling a strong urge to run away from there but holding her ground.

"Because I like you!" Shawn was still smiling, his one hand lifted from her waist to come up and cradle her face in his grasp, "I want you to date me, Hope."

"I... I do-" she was about to finish the words when someone grabbed her arm and snatched her away, and the next thing she heard was a loud crunch as an fist came flying upon Shawn's face.

"Shawn!" she cried out, running towards him on instinct to make sure of his well being.

But she forgot that the hand was still clutching her arm and she had nowhere to run. As she took another step the hand pulled her back, making her slam against a rock hard chest.

"Stay right fucking here!" Varys' furious voice shook her to the core, "And YOU," his eyes dropped to Shawn who was trying to dull the pain and bleeding on the side of his face and nose, "I SEE YOU ANYWHERE FUCKING NEAR HER, THIS PUNCH IS GOING TO BE THE ONE BRINGING YOUR FUCKING DEATH TO YOU, YOU UNDERSTAND ME?"

in his hold to get free, "What the

his hold and

his hold becoming too painful for

can fucking talk to

squirming harder as

a valet was already handing out the

her to the passenger seat, opened the door and spat, "Get

going anywhere with

were shining dangerously, the vein in his jaw ticking as his harsh breaths escaped his lips. Hope could literally feel him

the fear of raising anymore drama in a grand party, she slid inside. Varys' hold finally loosened on her and he let her arm go as he rounded the car to get

the bruise, the pain hitting her

soon as he was seated, he started the car, and gave race, ready to take off. But then suddenly he stopped as his gaze came to her. Turning towards her he leaned down,

"What are you-"

around her body, clicking it in place and securing it safely. His eyes met hers, the fury still simmering in his gaze and his lips pressed

driving the car at a fast speed. Hope's fingers were tightened in a

the speed of the car.