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.

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,

near her again. Where were the rest of his men? He'd sent far more than just one. But how many had Ethan sent for

through the doorway, he saw more of men, or at least pieces of them. An explosive had to have gone off to account

PI's office and froze. He didn't recognize the woman, but he couldn't help the surge of pity that welled through him. With her curly-red-hair and staring green eyes. She sat propped up against the wall like a doll, a doll with

in this hell-hole, or signs of them anyway. He doubted

untouched was Max's office, according to the pristine plaque beside it. Though everything else in the building was burned to charcoal.

swung open. On the far side of the wall there were two chairs. The two men he assumed to be the ones he was searching for

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

a voice from

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,"

a smile crossed

left him with a lie? He did good? That's the one that made it so easy for me to get as far as

for me, I have to at least acknowledge that.

that's the best you can do, Varys, you won't be able to stop

struggled against his bonds, and the knife that was plunged into his shoulder. "You two shit-heads

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