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.

Max panted. "But I'm

to hurry. You stay

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

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

the ground before shaking his head and pointing.

soft and beautiful to belong 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. "Yes." Her hair, but

herself." Max sighed. "She's

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 my phone, call this number, that's my personal doctor. I

glanced from the phone to Varys. "Are

took his lock off and dialed the number himself. "There, talk to him, tell him what happened, I'm

would do to his Hope. He got to another intersection, and just in

too forever leaving her in such danger. As he jogged down this tunnel he heard voices at

cars?" barked

too early. Bunch of dumbasses, I told them to standby. No matter, my car isn't parked with the others, we'll have to walk a bit but we'll make it.

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