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.

with a sizable hole through his head.

would never let that asshole near her again. Where were the rest of his men? He'd sent far more than just one. But

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? He moved with cautious steps as he scanned every

he wasn't risking it. He got into the 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,

sign of Max or Vincent yet. It was only 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

else in the building was burned to charcoal. As he got closer, Varys noted what happened to the rest of his men. He was walking through

side of the wall there were

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

grunted a voice

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

ghost of a smile crossed tired lips before

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

least acknowledge that. Besides, you would have

you won't be able to stop me. I'll have Hope back where she

and the knife that was plunged into his shoulder. "You

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