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.

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

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

saw more of men, or at least pieces of them. An explosive had to have gone off to account for this level of

up traps? He didn't know, but 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

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 it

everything else in the building was burned to charcoal. As

At his touch it 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

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

grunted a voice from

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

smile crossed tired lips before he slumped

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

me, I have to at least acknowledge that. Besides, you would have

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

against his bonds, and the knife that was

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