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.

the ground with a bullet to the side of his head and fell over, dead. Max stood at the far

her strength was leaving her fast too. She'd spit out some of the poison, but there was enough in her system to weaken her. She collapsed to her knees and

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. "I thought I was going to lose you," he whispered, his voice breaking. "Hope, you're all I have

poisoned," she flopped her arm over to point at

as he swept Hope into his arms and cradled her next to his chest. "We need to get both of

head on Varys chest as her eyes tried to close. "Varys, what about Uncle Vincent?" she whispered. She didn't want to lose any more of her family, she

didn't answer, he just kissed her forehead. "We'll

and her stomach clenched in painful knots. Her face had been torn

on me," Varys ordered. "Not

sleep her eyes slid closed. The darkness hovered at her vision and all of

"Hope!"

the water. Down, down sinking away from the pain and everything else. Everything

them, but they refused to give her peace. With a whimper, she pushed against him