Escaping The Mafia King

"Hey, Boss?"

Varys didn't have to look over. "I know," he replied as he pushed harder on the thin pedal of the gas. "We've been tricked."

"I'll take responsibility. I never thought we'd have so many traitors in the family."

Varys shook his head. "It's my fault. I was over-confident." He frowned as they crossed a hill and a restaurant with very familiar cars surrounding it was revealed. "There we go. You've got your weapon on you, Marco?"

"Boss, really?" Marco chuckled. "You must be really distracted to ask me something like that."

Varys glanced away. He wasn't about to let himself blush around anyone. He cleared his throat. "It doesn't matter. Let's just take care of these fuckers and be done with it. I want to get back to Hope."

"Because you don't trust that dick?"

Varys glanced over and glared. "No, because I trust Hope, and I haven't been able to touch her for far too long already."

Marco chuckled again. "You really have fallen, Boss."

"Shut up, Marco," Varys replied. Five cars. Who knew how many people were in them, and there was no chance this was an innocent gathering. "We're going to have to be careful. Let's go in through the back."

"Hey, Boss?"

over again. "What

they're in the car." Marco walked to the trunk and popped it before leaning over and opening a secret compartment. "Thought they might be useful in case we ran into something

two objects as they were tossed and cocked an eyebrow. "Throwing those doesn't seem that smart,

Boss?" Marco grinned. "Besides if

I've had many years with Hope." He opened his jacket and slipped the bombs inside the inner pockets. They bulged a little, but it was doubtful the traitors would know why. He

back door wasn't locked, which clued Varys in on an important

walking into

open bit by bit until they could peek inside. There were people gathered at the tables, and as Varys entered the room, they turned as

Varys smirked.

as the two pulled out their own little surprises. Varys threw himself down to the ground as the bullets started to fly. At the same time he lugged the bombs into the big portion of the restaurant and

assholes noticed just what he'd thrown in with them and they screamed

ears and winced as he shook his head. "Wasn't

longer. Come on, let's get back. If there's this many people willing to betray me, that only means there's more

Marco shook himself again and grabbed Varys' elbow, propelling him towards the exit. "Let's go this way and get back to our car. People will notice this burning heap

with a frown. "I don't want to waste the time doing it, but we're supposed to be looking for her uncle, and her best

soft," Marco shook his head. "If your father

Marco. But fortunately for you, I plan to make her my Queen. I think we can make her

through the parking lot until