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.

his little traps. What he'd already sprung was going to cost the office a year of pay, but it'd been worth it. He ducked behind his bullet-proof desk and waited. His door was thrown open in moments and the

roared. "Where the

the traps. He's probably hiding beneath the desk. No real man would

answered. "I heard rumors about

are always overblown," the second sneered. "Come on, I'm going to shoot that

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

a bulletproof desk? What's with

moments. The other lifted his bat

the trigger once more. The bullet exploded from the gun and yet another of

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

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

of the others. "And what about these guys? Why are you hired by the same man that

are quite good ad their job. Their success

on the other. "Say you do manage to take me out,

pretty sure you already know that,

enlighten me, Henchmen," Max returned. He didn't want to waste a shot in case things went wrong. Something warned him against shooting

wife. And get the