Escaping The Mafia King

Chapter 44: 44- Face Off

"Report," Varys barked at the phone in his car.

Fuzzy static answered him.

"Report!" Vary tried again.

His first wave wouldn't stay quiet like this. Ethan had managed to take them out. He hadn't expected that. His men weren't the type to be taken out easily. Maybe he should have given Hope's worries more credence, then again, she hadn't seen what he was truly capable of yet.

He hung up the phone as he pulled on the street leading to the coffee shop. Smoke spiraled lazily in the air as flames lit the night sky a shade of orange.

Fuck.

Varys parked the car and edged closer. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe it wasn't the shop.

Even he knew that was wishful thinking. As he got closer the smoked coffee beans turned to a burnt one and he crinkled his nose. The doors of the shop were thrown open off their hinges, the good splintered and the glass smashed. In fact, every pane of glass was smashed and scattered to the ground.

It crackled beneath his foot as he stepped through the doorway. If the outside was bad, the inside was worse. The men that came through made sure that they destroyed everything they could get their grubby mitts on. Chairs were broken in half, tables broken in pieces. Even the counter had a sledgehammer taken to it and the marble that decorated it lay in large patches on the floor.

a table, with a sizable hole through his head. Fuck, Ethan was serious. He didn't care what enemies he made as

Where were the rest of his men? He'd sent far more than just one. But how many

got through the doorway, he saw more of men, or at least pieces of them. An explosive had to have gone off to account for this level of damage. The question was, was the wielder alive?

froze. He didn't recognize the woman, but he couldn't help the surge of pity that

a matter of time, he had no doubt he'd find them in this hell-hole, or signs of them anyway. He doubted that Ethan would bother taking them away from here. Not when

plaque beside it. Though everything else in the building was burned to

reached out to the door as he prepared himself. At his touch it swung open. On the far side of the wall there were two chairs.

the chair spun and Ethan smiled at him.

a voice from

for him. Based on the amount of blood and the size of the wound? His fight was

ghost of a smile crossed tired lips before he

lie? He did good? That's the one that made it so easy for

at least acknowledge that. Besides, you would have found

that's the best you can do, Varys, you won't be able to stop me. I'll have Hope back

bonds, and the knife that was plunged into his shoulder. "You two shit-heads don't get

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