Escaping The Mafia King

Chapter 40: 40- Perfect Trap

Dead. Ethan growled.

All of his men, fucking dead, and they didn't even manage to take out the man he had sent them for.

Ethan glared at the man that stood before him and the little weasel twisted himself in an attempt to not meet his eyes. "It's not my fault." He whimpered, his voice coming in soft little whines.

"Not your fault?" Ethan replied. "How are you alive, and everyone else is dead? Explain why you weren't inside that building when I ordered all of you to be." He leaned forward as he narrowed his eyes. "Explain it nice and slow as if I'm an idiot. Your answer could save your life."

"Well, you see, I was going to be on the lookout for everyone. Hang out at the back and let them know if anyone were coming so they wouldn't be taken out from a surprise attack."

"I see that the coward of the group survived. Something I plan to rectify when we're through here. Now, speak. How did all of my men die to the hands of just one?" Stayed at the back? Not likely. This piece of shit was trying to hide his cowardice, but Ethan would ferret it out.

"There were traps."

"Traps?" Ethan's voice trailed off. "You're not joking, are you? I despise jokes."

"No, there were flame-throwers and-"

do you

hard. "I don't know

they were inside the building. For you to tell me in detail what happened means you were inside as well and thought you'd lie to escape consequences." Ethan

"But, Sir, I was-"

truth, now,"

stared at the ground. "I followed them in. I stayed at the rear until we hit the first trap. Once I realized how deadly it was,

Ethan spat and the other

please, I can

mission, nor are you worth keeping around as a servant. Your

"Wait-"

man between the eyes. He didn't bother watching as the body toppled over. His thoughts were elsewhere. Max was fast becoming a thorn in his side. Time to live up to the

going to enjoy every minute of taking care of Max himself. He didn't even care if the man didn't have a bead on Hope yet. He'd get her back and force her to watch as he beat the life out of these other men

away. And he'd take his time with the detective. He'd cover him in knife slices

and wallow in Hope's horror. It was going to be fun making that woman regret ever trying to run off on him and making him a laughingstock to his family. He'd managed to stop the rumors that would get out beyond them, but he'd have to deal with their shit for a long time,

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