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.

me for dead," Max panted. "But

pointed out. "We need to hurry. You stay here, you're in no shape to come with

limp after. I'm not stopping, not until Hope is safe. Those fucking bastards poisoned me, before I

and down the hallways. "I came from that way, and you came from down there. There are two paths left. You take the

before shaking his head

to the maids, which he assumed to be traitors as well. He'd get rid of everyone that was left in this cesspit, the entire group.

it out herself." Max sighed. "She's got

in him by just being near. "I won't let her down." Letting this friend of hers die would probably be part of that.

to Varys. "Are you sure about

and dialed the number himself. "There, talk

He didn't have time 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

And he'd pay too forever leaving her in such danger. As he jogged

barked a voice that

others went to celebrate too early. Bunch of dumbasses, I told them to standby. No matter, my car isn't parked with the

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