Escaping The Mafia King

Varys.

Varys had made it back to her, though her uncle wasn't with him. She bit back another cry as the man tightened his hold on her hair. At least it wasn't her neck this time. He lifted her by it until her toes scraped the floor. "How about it, Varys?" he demanded as he shook her. "Drop your gun, or I'm going to bash her brains in."

Hope had no doubt he'd be true to this word. This man had went off the deep-end. Max was likely dead, and she was losing hope that her uncle was okay. "What'd you do to Uncle Vincent?" she demanded as she twisted in his arms.

"Fucking bitch!" he exploded and shoved her hard into the wall. She grunted as her cheek scraped against the hard rock, but she didn't give up. She kicked and clawed at him. She was tired of being the model little prisoner. Not when Varys could see her.

"Let my wife go," Varys demanded again. His gun was pointed.

Hope didn't care if he hit her by this point. She'd take the blow to get rid of this asshole. "Shoot him!" she demanded as she kicked at him again.

The scarred hand covered her throat and she was dangled by that again as he slammed her over and over into the wall. She grunted with each hit and it just served to excite him because he lost all focus on Varys as he continued to throw her against one wall and then the other.

The bullet rang out.

stood at the far end of the hall, pale as a ghost and the gun in his shaking hand. "Bastard," he

spit out some of the poison, but there was enough in her system to weaken her. She collapsed to her knees and would have hit the

her brows, her cheeks, her chin, and even her eyes before he placed a soft kiss on her lips. A kiss unlike the ones of need before.

mumbled. "But, poisoned," she flopped her arm

swept Hope into his arms and cradled her next to his chest. "We

chest as her eyes tried to close. "Varys, what about Uncle Vincent?" she whispered.

he just kissed her forehead. "We'll find him if he's out

own hope and faith had been washed away. Her body was shaking from the inside out and her stomach clenched in painful knots. Her face had been torn in several places and blood trickled

fall asleep on me," Varys ordered. "Not until the doctor okays

keep her eyes open. But at the word sleep her eyes slid closed. The darkness hovered at

"Hope!"

Down, down sinking away from the pain and everything else. Everything was drowned out and despite him

pressed against hers. Desperate lips, Lips that pleaded her name and were covered in salt. She tried to turn away from them, but they refused to give her peace. With a whimper, she pushed against him in a