Escaping The Mafia King

"For one, you're all going to die. But I suppose I could let you suffer less if you're willing to just give up," Ethan said with a smile.

"You're a coward, Ethan. You're going to stand behind Stella like that?"

Varys dimly remembered that one. She hadn't been as important as Hope. No one was important as Hope, ever. "Can't you just fight man to man? Winner gets the women, over and done." Not that Varys ever thought he'd lose. Ethan would fall easily by his hand.

"You think I have to play fair? What kind of family are you in charge of?" Ethan chuckled. "No, you're a damned idiot for thinking I'd ever just give up my advantages. I'm going to have fun slitting your throat in front of Hope. I want you to die fast while I take my time with that other one. It'll prove to her that she can never get away from me."

"You're never going to get close to Hope," Varys replied. "Even if you cheat your way to a win here, you'll never get her."

"Yes, to do that, I might need an upper hand of sorts. Maybe even my own guy sent into my enemy's base." Ethan continued.

"Lies, my men are loyal. They'd never choose to work for a piece of shit like you, Ethan."

"Money is a far more important factor than loyalty, Varys. Did you wonder why it was so easy for me to clear out the men you sent here? Think about it."

Varys wasn't about to believe this excuse for a man. No, Hope was perfectly safe. None of his men would turn on him. "Shut up, Ethan. There's no way any of my men took your blood money."

Ethan shrugged. "Believe what you want. I'm going to enjoy breaking in Hope again. It's been awhile. Oh, I forgot, you both should be congratulating us early."

as the chair squeaked again. He grunted as more blood

it wasn't

a baby," Ethan replied. "Hope and I

again. Why was he keeping them here? Ethan was planning something, he had to

as he leaned forward. "And who said I was giving her a choice? It's about time she becomes useful for me, and an heir? That's very useful.

"Fuck you," sneered Max.

sensation a trap was laid out. He reached into his pocket and caressed the switchblade he had stashed. Ethan was distracted,

knife from his pocket, flipped it open, then tossed it straight

the side and the blade thunked against the wall as it sank in to its hilt. "Is that it?" Ethan questioned. "I must admit, I'm getting tired of this game of ours. You didn't think I came here alone, did you?" He snapped his fingers and a wave of men entered the small room. "Maybe if you weren't led by your dick all the time, you would have noticed something was wrong. Men, capture him, be as rough as you want, but don't kill him.

confront you without a solid plan?" Varys smiled. "Max, you might want

Ethan replied as he nodded for his men to

down. A shrill scream erupted from his pockets and Ethan and his men stopped in place before

reverberated through the small room. He would have shown mercy, if given the chance. But for now, he had a scumbag to handle. He brought his hands to his mouth

twitching as Varys put a heavy shoe against his chest. "It looks like your confidence was over wrought. As you can see, Hope

alarm continued to go off. By this point the man was foaming at the mouth. Varys motioned to his men and they slipped protection in both Max's

Ethan to his feet with his arms bound behind him. "I need a new punching