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.

paused as he found the entrance to the PI's business. One of his men was slouched across a table, with a sizable hole through his head. Fuck, Ethan was serious. He didn't care what enemies he made as long as he got

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

An explosive had to have gone off to account for this level of

help the surge of pity that welled through him. With her curly-red-hair and staring

no doubt he'd find them in this hell-hole, or signs of them anyway. He doubted

office, according to the pristine plaque beside it. Though everything else in the building was burned to charcoal. As he got

he prepared himself. At his touch it swung open. On the far side of the wall there were two chairs. The

of you to join us, Varys," the chair spun and Ethan smiled at him. "We've been

grunted a voice from

down and winced. One of his best was bleeding out, just inches away, and there was nothing he could do for him. Based on the amount of blood and the size of the wound? His fight was over. "You did good," he nodded

a smile crossed tired

him with a lie? He did good? That's the one that made

me, I have to at least acknowledge

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

that was plunged

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