Escaping The Mafia King

The mansion was dark when he got back. None of his men remained. Varys' deep scowl only increased. Every step he took the worry inside him just continued to grow. How had things gotten this corrupted in his organization? He had more men than Ethan, so why was it full of more traitors?

"Varys?" whispered a voice up ahead. "Is that you?" he recognized the voice, but he was in considerably worse shape than when he'd left him.

Varys rounded the corner to go down the stairs to where Hope was being kept safe and stared down at Max. The man was holding his sides as he panted. His eyes were wild and the sweat trickled from him non-stop. "Max, where's Hope?"

"Your doctor took her," Max panted. "They left me for dead, I've been trying to follow them, but my progress has been slow, to say the least." He coughed and his whole body shuddered from the action.

"I don't have a doctor," Varys growled. "How many was it?"

Max peered at him hard. "Are you by yourself?"

"Ethan bought off my entire family, except for Marco, and he didn't make it." Varys glanced away. He didn't like admitting that part. "Who was with this fake doctor? How many men are we tracking?"

Max leaned against the wall, his forehead pressed against the cold brick. "I only saw the doctor and that guard with the fucked up hands. They forced her to go with them, or they were going to shoot me."

Varys's rage started in his toes. They clenched and as it rose through his body his own skin deepened in color. "Why are you alive?" he ground out.

left me for dead," Max panted. "But I'm not going

did that." Varys pointed out. "We need to hurry. You stay here, you're in no

until Hope is safe. Those fucking

"I came from that way, and you came from

stared at the ground before shaking his head and pointing. "Isn't

to the maids, which he assumed to be traitors as well.

might have pulled it out herself." Max sighed. "She's got faith

"I won't let her down." Letting this friend of hers die would probably be part of that. "Here, take my phone, call this number, that's my personal doctor. I don't need you getting in my way. I'm going to follow this trail and get

glanced from the phone to Varys. "Are

himself. "There, talk to him, tell him what

to waste. Who knew what they would do to his Hope. He got to another intersection, and just in the way was another small strand of hair. She was leaving him

leaving her in such danger. As he jogged down this tunnel

barked a voice that

No matter, my car isn't parked with the

a sheen of red filled Varys vision. He knew that voice better than he knew his own. That was his Hope. What were the bastards daring to do to her? He softened his steps as he continued to approach step by step. He wouldn't let them catch him, but he wasn't about to stop the chase yet. If he could hear them, it was only a matter of time until he