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 I'm not going

"We need to hurry. You stay

until Hope is safe. Those fucking bastards poisoned me, before I die, I'll get her back

turned his back on him and looked up and down the hallways. "I came from that way, and you came from down there. There are two

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

to be traitors as

might have pulled it out herself." Max

the unmistakable warmth she kindled in him by just being near. "I won't let her down." Letting this friend of hers die would probably be part of that. "Here, take

to Varys. "Are

and dialed the number himself. "There, talk

would do to his Hope. He

pay for forcing her to this extreme. And he'd pay too forever leaving her in such danger. As he jogged down this tunnel he

barked a voice that Varys couldn't

standby. No matter, my car isn't parked with the others, we'll have to walk a bit but we'll make it. But don't worry, we have such

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