Escaping The Mafia King

"Got it." Max grumbled, rolling a transparent glass heavyweight ball in his fist, "No sign of Varys at his old house?" he waited a moment till the person on the other side of the call finished speaking.

"Roy, sweep out the downtown area where Varys' territory is, ask around to the informers. Be smart, don't get in deep until it is absolutely not working out. Take Lucas with you, and send William on a stakeout for any man that is closest to Ethan. Send me the information on this Shawn and arrange a meeting with him in the next hour." saying, he hung up the call.

His mind was a mess. Putting the heavyweight ball far away on the table, so that he does not break something with it like he had been doing for the past few days, he rested his palms on the glass table and took a heavy breath in.

The whole matter of Hope's kidnapping had turned out more messed up than he had ever imagined. His men were after her info, everything from underneath the ground was pulled out to see what the hell was going on.

If there was anything that his men were good at, it was to pull out shit on people that even those people did not know existed. It was easy, it was work, and they were ruthless. Carefulness was Police's job, his was to make sure he got what the client needed by either white hands or by dirty tricks. And right now what they had most needed was the past of Hope that was buried so deep, it took them through literal hell to bring out.

A simple girl from North Carolina, that is what Vincent said. Vincent, whose own past had been kept hidden from his family was now worried to death about his niece.

Vincent had been in a team of secret agents before he had gotten caught in the Afganistan, thirteen years ago. His years were no less than hell from what he had to endure there. His memories were still vivid. Vincent was the kind of man who was ready to take a bullet for anyone who was close to him, give up his life for them. That was the reason that he had not contacted his family for ten years because of being trapped in Afghanistan. And when he came out free, back to the country, he found out that his sister was dead, and Hope had moved somewhere else.

Thinking that staying away was the only option to make sure his niece will stay safe from his past, he had not tried to contact Hope. But when Hope called him, there had never been any moment far happier than that.

Max and Vincent had no idea of what Hope had been doing for the past thirteen years. In records, she existed till she passed high school. And then as the first year of college records started, everything started fading.

She was literally made of mud. From being connected to Varys' family's

was not taking any action to find her, this was clear. Underground was a small place, and people like Ethan and Varys were the ruler of those underground areas. If Varys had kidnapped the rival's wife, there would have been a war break out, but there was not any. Which meant there was

his pocket he glanced over at the details. Shawn's details blinked on the screen

the office. He wanted Hope back in front of his eyes. And if he has to ride the entire mafia clan up the fucking wall through their throats to do that, he

the busy roads of Texas city, his Harley came to a stop in front of a glass commercial building. Max's eyes scanned the phone screen again, going over the picture of the guy, and then lifted up to

to avoid bumping into every day

"Shawn?" he inquired.

before saying, "you are not Mr. Chavez?" it came out more like a question

been the type to come for an immediate meeting if asked nicely. Shawn was dressed in the suits that are

stated and pulled out his ID to show him of his legitimacy and PI status, "for now, I need to have a

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floor as he listened to the live recording of everything Max was saying. Planting a bug in his phone had not been an easy task, but there is nothing impossible if you

and Hope in the same class?" Max

with Hope literally all the time. I was suspicious that they were closer than being just friends. That fucker

silent for a couple of seconds before he grumbled in