Escaping The Mafia King

Chapter 33: 33- Fighting With A Demon

Varys' hand instantly pulled the dress back up, covering her breasts, moved to stand in front of her, covering her.

"What the fuck?!" he said in a low, murderous tone. His eyes shooting daggers at the man who literally looked like he was shivering.

"I... I am so sorry, boss." he stuttered, immediately realizing he had made a big, big mistake, "I did not know you had a lady with you."

"Come here." Varys ordered menacingly.

The man hesitated for a second, but he did not have any other choice. Hope was frozen in her place. The stranger man was still here and her face had become red in shame. As Hope watched the man take step towards Varys, she could not decide if she was supposed to leave or stay where she was.

The man closer to stand in front of Varys, his one hand resting on the back of his head and the other one on the kitchen counter.

And then before Hope could say or do anything, Varys grabbed the knife resting in the stand, and stabbed the hand of the man that was on the kitchen counter.

The man gasped in shock, his eyes widened, and heavy breaths left his lips. He did not scream though. And Varys, instead of stopping, or pulling the knife out, twisted it in a round motion.

Hope was horrified. And then she screamed,

"What the hell?! Varys!"

her horror. Ignoring her, he twisted the knife around ruthlessly, his hand had gotten covered

fuck... was so fucking important... that you fucking walked in here without asking for permission?" he gritted through clenched teeth, his wrath literally freezing

fear. He looked like he was about to faint but could not dare to ask Varys

begged in a strained voice, "It was a

was like a splash of cold water on her face. The violence bringing back the memories that she had seen from the past five years with Ethan. Nothing had changed. She was still where she had tried to escape from, only the face of the boss had changed. As the reality dawned on her, she could not watch the cruel violence anymore. She

got down from the kitchen counter that he had placed her on merely three minutes ago, gripped her body with the same hands that were

ready for this. She did not want to stay there any longer. She started to walk away but her stride was stopped as a hand grabbed

you think you

to struggle in his hold strongly. His hold on

she demanded, her voice stern, despite of the pain that she

motioned for the man to get

struggling," he

out, her struggles turning to the point of violence. His hold

fuck

not stop. Her struggles tuned harsher, making

thing on her mind was of getting the fuck out of the house that

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