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.

pay, but it'd been worth it. He ducked behind

roared. "Where

of the traps. He's probably hiding beneath the

first answered. "I heard rumors about

"Come on, I'm going to shoot

as the gun went

the fuck has a bulletproof desk?

other lifted his bat and glared at Max. "I don't know who you think you are,

me, but it's over for you," Max replied as he squeezed the trigger once more. The bullet exploded from the gun and yet another

clean, but he'd stayed alive this long by trusting his instincts.

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

nodded to the dead bodies of the others. "And what about these guys? Why are you hired by the same man

you call them are quite good ad their job. Their success rate up to

kept his gun trained on the other. "Say you do manage to take me out, what's your orders then?" He has an inkling,

sure you already

waste a shot in case things went

I have an appointment to find and detain my boss's wife. And get the pleasure of