Hope pushed against his chest. "We're in the hospital," she hissed as she stared at the door.
Varys smirked and pulled out a key. "And I have enough money to own this place." He slipped out of bed and locked it. "Better?" he challenged.
"Oh my God," Hope gasped and buried her face in Vary's shoulder, grimacing, "Stella is drunk. Not a good sign."Turning her head to the side she peeked a look at a completely drunk, wobbly Stella rolling her finger around the tie that Max was wearing mumbling something while winking at him, trying so terribly to be flirtatious while Max put a fist over his mouth, clearly trying to stifle his laughter.She felt Varys' shou
HopeI put my foot on the accelerator to speed up my car through the empty road. ‘Thunder’ by Imagine Dragons was blaring through the speakers of my Porsche. I had just crossed the borders of Texas and was speeding my way inside the city.
And not the nice kind of people with all those things.These people were not nice in any way. They did not even look like people. In fact, they looked like the incarnation of Satan, but with nice clothes and branded watches.
I crossed the distance between Ethan and me, grabbed his shoulder from behind, and pulled him off Stella’s body.Stella stumbled back on her feet from the impact but caught herself from falling.
The loud voice of a horn pulled my attention back to the present. I had just stopped my car outside of the address that the GPS was showing, and although it were eight p. m., and the darkness of night had covered the residential area, all the lights were off of the home that I was standing outside at.
Instead of answering me, he waited for a couple of seconds, making me feel self conscious as hell. And then he nodded his head at me and took a step backward, inviting me in.“Thank you.” I mumbled in a low tone and quickly went ahead to stand in front of the coffee counter.The mysterious beauty man walked around the counter and started to prepare the coffee.Even though I did not want to appear as some desperate, horny, cringing woman, unknowingly my gaze kept going back to look at him.The way he looked, it was impossible to imagine him as a barista. But anyway, who was I to judge a person?“Your taste?” his voice had me almost fall down on the ground in shock.&ldquo
I got back home with uncle. He did not know that I was married or I had runaway.So when he asked the reason for my visit I told him that I was planning on changing cities for a fresh start and was thinking of settling somewhere near Texas.
The sound of bells chiming snatched my attention. I turned my head to see uncle Vincent walking inside with a carry bag in his hands, his eyes on us."What are you both doing?"
"Oh my God," Hope gasped and buried her face in Vary's shoulder, grimacing, "Stella is drunk. Not a good sign."Turning her head to the side she peeked a look at a completely drunk, wobbly Stella rolling her finger around the tie that Max was wearing mumbling something while winking at him, trying so terribly to be flirtatious while Max put a fist over his mouth, clearly trying to stifle his laughter.She felt Varys' shou
Hope pushed against his chest. "We're in the hospital," she hissed as she stared at the door.Varys smirked and pulled out a key. "And I have enough money to own this place." He slipped out of bed and locked it. "Better?" he challenged.
Hope woke up to the rays of sunshine warming her face through the blinds. Her head still pounded, but at least she didn't feel like she was fighting to stay alive. Varys was asleep at the foot of her bed, his arms used as pillows as he gently snored. With his hair all messed up, he went from the hot mafia boss to the cute boyfriend from so long ago. Well, cute soon-to-be-husband now.She didn't want to wake him so she forced her body to calm itself as much as possible as she just watched him sleep. The day before's proceedings was a huge nightmare by this point and she had problems figuring out
Varys sat beside the bed as a chorus of beeps drove him insane. But as much as he hated them, those beeps meant Hope was alive. She was still fighting. The doctor looked at him and nodded. "She'll be fine, she's had a tough experience, and I worry about the trauma it might have mentally caused her more than her health. The poison has been counteracted."The rock that had been crushing his chest slowly dissolved. "And your other patient?"
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
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.
Hope was in the strange guard's hold as the doctor hovered over Max. "Here, take these, you'll feel better in no time."Max's eyes were rolling by this point, but he listened to the words. He opened his mouth and the strange pills vanished within. He swallowed and Hope winced. "What did you give him?" she demanded as she struggled to break free. The man's grip was like an iron vice. Nothing she did was budging him, and the way he stared at her as if she didn't exist. It gave her the creeps.
"Hey, Boss?"Varys didn't have to look over. "I know," he replied as he pushed harder on the thin pedal of the gas. "We've been tricked.""I'll take responsibility. I never thought we'd have so many traitors in the family."
"Are those wraps getting bloodier?" Hope questioned as she probed Max's side.The man grit his teeth. "Damn it, Hope, stop prodding me, I'm not a piece of meat here, not for you anyway."