Escaping The Mafia King

Varys' voice haunted Max even in his waking moments. So what if he'd been childhood acquaintances with Hope? That wasn't about to stop Max from finding her and getting her away from that madman, that killer.

How could he live himself if he left her there?

Max glanced up as he heard the click of a shoe on his dummy tile. The office was empty except for him, so that left only one answer; intruders.

Max slipped his hand into his desk and pulled out his gun, loading it in one smooth motion as he nudged a button to turn on his cameras. His monitor flashed before showing him all the security footage. Three of the visible cameras had already been taken out, but none of his hidden ones had, yet.

The group of men were armed with a variety of things. Guns of course, but also baseball bats covered in wire, and brass knuckles that glinted in the fake light.

He had company, and from the way they were heading, they'd be at his office soon.

It was a good thing they were going after him rather than Vincent. Better his business get wrecked than the coffee shop. Max smirked. These men were going to get the surprise of their life for thinking they could just waltz in and take him out so easily. These couldn't be Varys men, they were too stupid.

Max nudged open another panel and watched as the group strode down the hallway. As the men with guns passed by the dual paintings of wispy women, Max pushed the button. Twin plumes of fire burst out of the portraits and the men leading the group were set on fire as the blazing heat consumed them.

The others paused but a moment before pushing forward and leaving their comrades behind. Though they moved with a lot more caution this time, and several went back for the fallen men's weapons.

Scavengers.

Max's hand flew over the remaining buttons and a trio of darts flew through the air before landing in the stomach of the one now in charge. The man grunted before collapsing to his knees.

Just two left now.

year of pay, but it'd been worth it. He ducked behind his bullet-proof desk and waited. His door was

the fuck?" one roared.

here because of the traps. He's probably hiding beneath the desk. No real

first answered.

are always overblown," the second sneered. "Come

braced himself and held still as the gun went off before the first man cursed

bulletproof desk? What's

shot the man with the gun in-between his eyes in moments. The other lifted his bat and glared at

for you," Max replied as he squeezed the trigger once more.

camera feed was clean, but he'd

the shadows and smirked at Max. "It's no surprise you've lived so long and have quite the reputation. But I'm afraid your luck runs out now." He held up two fingers. "Two minutes is all I need to be able to finish this job and get back

about these guys? Why are you hired by the same

to buy yourself time? No matter, those buffoons as you call them are quite good ad their job. Their success rate up to this point was very high. Nothing compared to mine, but credit

on the other. "Say you do manage to take me out, what's your orders then?" He has

you already know that,

enlighten me, Henchmen," Max returned. He didn't want to waste a shot in case things went

I have an appointment to find and detain my boss's wife. And get the pleasure of punishing her, since I'm the only