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?"

glanced over again. "What

trunk and popped it before leaning

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

grinned. "Besides if we're meant to kick it, well we can't

his jacket and slipped the bombs inside the inner pockets. They bulged a little, but it was doubtful the traitors would know why. He just looked a bit chubbier than

door wasn't locked, which clued

walking into a

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

Varys smirked.

was right at his side as the two pulled out their own little surprises. Varys threw himself down to the ground as the bullets started to fly.

he'd thrown in with them and they screamed for a total of two seconds before explosions rocked

as he shook his head. "Wasn't that a bit overkill,

on, let's get back. If there's this many people willing to betray me, that only means there's more that hasn't come out yet, and I left Hope alone." His fist clenched as his side

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

want to waste the time doing it, but we're supposed to

shook his head. "If

for Hope, Marco. But fortunately for you, I plan to make her my Queen. I think we can make her perfect at the role, and someone has to keep

two of them combed through the parking lot until all the trunks