Escaping The Mafia King

Chapter 42: 42- The War

Varys' words weren't enough. Nothing was enough. Hope imagined what would happen to Vincent and Max if Ethan got his hands on them and bit her lip so hard blood seeped into her mouth.

"Hope, calm down."

Varys' words were as if they were underwater. She could hear them, but they were dull and couldn't break through the wall of panic.

She was going to lose her only family. She was going to lose him in the most horrible way possible, and Ethan would make sure it hurt her. He would delight in it.

"Hope!"

Varys was nose to nose with her now as he folded her in his arms. "Varys?"

"Hope, I don't know where you're going on in your mind, but you need to break out of it, now."

"I can't," she whispered as she pushed at him. She had the strength of a kitten. "I have to save them."

His hold tightened on her. "Them?" it was the dangerous growl of a predator.

"My uncle Vincent, and Max," she whispered.

"Max again," Varys spat. "Why are you worried about him?"

"He helped me," Hope replied. "And he's all my uncle has. I don't want anyone dying because of me, being tortured because of me." She swallowed. "You've looked into Ethan's past. You know what kind of monster he is."

"If I help you-"

at him.

desperation," he replied with his arms crossed over

what's your if?" Hope

you belong to me and no one else. I want you as mine, Hope. Promise that, and

held out a

just

at him. After all she was doing, he could at least agree

save Ethan's life either. If your condition is either of those things, I'm denying you." Varys replied. His dark

is that you come back safe, Varys! If you die on me, or let Ethan get hold of you I swear I'll never forgive you and become a

you need to have more faith in me. Do you really think I'm so easily

do," she replied.

me first, Hope. I want to

far better than a dead one. He might pretend to be tough, but she was the only one that knew what Ethan was truly capable of. Besides, better for budding feelings to die now than for them to deepen and be pruned later.

a growl on his lips. If the situation wasn't

be yours and no one else's,

ever looked so grateful or so happy without the cockiness? It was

"I promise I'm going to

Marriage? "What?" she squeaked.

"If we're going to belong to each other, it only makes sense

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