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."

chair squeaked again. He grunted as more blood flowed from his

Varys has a feeling it wasn't him. "What the fuck are you talking about

going to have a baby," Ethan replied. "Hope and I are going

them here? Ethan was planning something, he

again 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. Imagine, a whole houseful of

"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, focused on beating Max into submission,

it open, then

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

Ethan, did you really think I was that stupid? That I'd just come in here to confront you without a solid plan?" Varys smiled. "Max, you might want to brace yourself, you too, Vincent." The other man was silent, just staring off into

as he

and jammed the button down. A shrill scream erupted from

if given the chance. But for now, he had a scumbag to handle. He brought his hands to his mouth and whistled and like an ocean of

Ethan on the ground, twitching as Varys put a heavy shoe against his chest. "It looks like your confidence was over

off. By this point the man was foaming at the mouth. Varys

arms bound behind him. "I need a new punching bag, and you look perfect, Ethan. I'm looking forward to splitting