Escaping The Mafia King

"You really thought you could get away from me, Hope? Your detective is dead, I tore out his insides and kept them just for you. And as for your mafia boyfriend? Well, I'm having him drawn and quartered as we speak, so very slowly."

"No!" Hope rushed at Ethan but he waved his hand and she was stuck in the air twisting and turning in his grip. "Bastard!"

"You should be grateful, Hope. I let your uncle have a swift death, just like I gave your parents when they got in my way."

"No!" The word tore from Hope's throat and she sat up panting as sweat poured down her chest. Her entire shirt was sticky with it. She plucked at it and sniffed before wincing. Everything was just as quiet as it had been before.

The iron plate on her door's window opened up and Marco glanced in on her. "Heard you scream, what's wrong?"

"Just a nightmare," she whispered as she hugged herself hard. "Please, can you just let me out for a few minutes? I don't want to be here after a dream like that."

Marco grunted. "Sorry, no way I'm risking that." He slammed the little metal plate back and Hope threw herself back on the pillows as tears welled. Being with Varys meant she was just a prisoner to someone else, even if she loved him. This was still just a fancy golden birdcage. No matter how gilded, still a cage.

The door rattled and Hope's eyes widened. Had Marco changed his mind? Had a chance of heart, or maybe even a heart transplant would be more likely in that case.

"Hope."

pulled away. "Sorry, I got too excited to miss you, but an engaged woman can't be acting like that." She got a closer look at him. What she'd mistaken for blushing red cheeks, was streaks of blood, and he was

replied. He'd been right behind Max, he'd seen everything.

buried her head in his chest, hugging him as tight as she could. "I was so worried for you, for all of you." She looked

around. "I'm not sure, let me find out. Hope, stay

Why did he look so worried? His confidence had developed a crack. "Why?" she questioned. "Is it

her with your life. Marco, you're coming with me. We're going to go

the same man that insisted over and over that she was to be his

"I trust you, and I won't be gone long. If this bastard tries anything, let me know and I'll put

nodded before turning to Max. He was leaning against the wall, his eyes

taken away by his beautiful eyes.

I know he seems rough, but I've known Varys a long time, when

worry, I'm not going to force myself on you, Hope. I don't agree with your taste in men, but I'm not going to be the dick that takes that choice away when it's

whispered.

of the life in him was crushed away. You never have to worry about him again,

in her brain broke into a million pieces and