Escaping The Mafia King

Max pulled out the keys from the ignition after leaving the Harley outside the office. His hand pulled out his phone to check for the calls. His steps were fast, his cowboy boots walking on the white marble floor of the building almost silently.

Shawn had been of more use than he looked like. But the thing was that he did not know what to think of Hope getting kidnapped. He did not know what condition she was in with Varys. His fist clenched tight at the thought, a vein in his jaw jumping at the mere thought. She was his responsibility. And it had been days since he had been unable to find her! Varys had planned out each move very smartly and left a clean slate behind, with no trace of Hope anywhere to be found.

He pulled out the phone from the back of his pocket, his fingers flipping it around to straighten the screen when suddenly it slipped and fell down on the ground from his hands, crashing against the floor and cracking open. Its back fell a bit away from the phone.

"Damn it." he gritted under his breath and bent down to grab the damn thing.

Picking up the phone and its back case he turned it up and sideways to see any damage. There was none so he put the case back, but then instantly pulled it apart again. His gaze shot to the mini black thing on the top of the camera. His fingers immediately fumbled to pull it out, it seemed stuck with super glue. But after a couple of attempts, he was able to pull it out.

It seemed too small to be a camera, but as he rolled it around in his hand. His fingers clenched around the thing and it looked like he was taking a whole lot of effort not to explode right there and then. He started storming inside the building towards his office. Passing the receptionist in the office, he passed by his own office and went directly to the surveillance room.

"Mark!" he barked out, his eyes scanning around the area of the surveillance room.

There were multiple computer screens with listening devices in the room to make sure that his men were in contact with the office at any and all time twenty- four seven. This was the job that his men detested the most, but they had to take shifts to watch over surveillance. Men in his team preferred action, on the field job instead of being cooped up in the room for a whole day.

His eyes met Mark's and motioned for him to follow behind. Mark followed Max's glance and direction, his body immediately going into alert mode. Mark was a guy with a buff body and sharp gaze. His long hair stick to the back of his neck, his pale skin casting an immediate reflection in the otherwise darkened room.

As they reached the dark holding room, where they kept hostages when needed, Max extended his hand to hand over the small thing to Mark to observe. Mark took once look at the device, his body went taut, his hand fishing out his phone. He moved his thumb over the screen to type something and handed it over to Max.

a mic.' the message read,

over to the washroom, and dropped the listening device in the toilet,

but only Varys would have known that he was looking for Hope. And since Ethan was not looking for his wife, at least not for now, Varys would have been

out of the washroom, and went back

I texted you

Max as his fingers

Carolina the same day as Hope and went

two hours." Max ordered and snatched the

murmur as he left the room,

the system to book you in, no

******

6 Hours Later

The night lights, bright red and blue and green and everything that made Virginia shimmer and come alive

a jewelry shop across the street. It was almost ten pm, the people inside seemed to be wrapping up everything as

back with a glass of beer in his hand

glow sign board of the shop. Her face was devoid of any emotions and her eyes