Escaping The Mafia King

There had been times in her life when she had wished everything to be a dream and not the reality that she needed to face. Like when she had seen Eric flirting with a girl for the first time, or when she had seen him bring a girl home and have sex in the very next room to their bedroom, when she had seen the death of Hector and his parents, and when her parents had died.

But right then, at that moment, she was desperately wishing for everything to be a truth. She did not want this to be a dream because she was so desperate to see Varys in front of her eyes again. He had disappeared after that day, she did not know where, as there was not even a trace of his body left in his home.

The police had found his blood there, lots of blood, but there was no sight of Varys. There had been an investigation, a search party, everything the police do when something like this happens, but there was never a result to be found. Eventually, everything had gone back to normal around the neighborhood, everyone forgot the family that lived there, but Stella and she had been the ones most affected. Later on Stella had confessed that she liked Hector and wanted to date him but he never asked and she was too proud to ask a guy out.

On the other hand, Hope had been in a daze for months because the reality was literally too harsh to face. Varys had been the man that she had found her first crush, first kiss, first love in. She was devasted, but everything was buried deep inside her.

She had so many questions to ask Varys, so many years of anger to unleash on him. And then there was a tiny part of hidden love that never melted away with time, even after Eric's arrival in her life.

She climbed down the stairs holding the golden railing that led the path down. The whole place was white and posh. The interior black, and the floor made of hardwood. Everything screamed money.

Her eyes searched for Varys in the grand hall. He was nowhere in her sight but then as she crossed the last stair, she found him sitting at the dining table hidden by the half wall that separated the hall from a different, smaller sitting area beside the stairs.

He stood by the dining table that had all kinds of food there, his hand clutching the edge of the table from behind as he stared down at his shoes.

He was muscular than before, more refined, his skin a shade darker. As she looked at him, a blush covered her cheek. She might look just as different to him now perhaps, ugly? Heavier than she was back in her teenage days, and mature? Aged?

to shame. She was not ready to face him yet. Her

his eyes meeting hers

the chair right next to the head

of life and without any worry. But now she found it odd to

okay?" she

replied and started filling her plate

a curt fucking 'yeah' was the only thing he said instead of explaining his actions. What

as a duck was sitting in front of her with a fork and spoon in his hand,

full of whatever big buffet breakfast it is that he

picked up the fork awkwardly

you eating?" he

almost jumped at his voice. He

word for a few seconds because she suddenly found herself in front of a stranger instead of

wrong with breakfast? You want

the table. The whole table was filled with all kinds of breakfast food that probably did not even exist in the city, and here he was asking if she wanted something else. What was he planning to bring now? A donut made of