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?"
The burly man turned around instantly and went away. My eyes were searching here and there. Trying to catch anybody's eyes that would save me, or at least alert the local police.I did not know who these men were. Or actually, I did.
Turned out, Max had called the cops.When he was on the call earlier, he had called the police. When the police had arrived, Max and the police had greeted each other like long known best friends.
The Next DayMy things were packed. I was standing near my suitcase, wondering where I should go next.
VarysFlintStrong arms with rippling muscles covering every inch of his body were punching on a heavy weighted bag that was hanging from a ceiling.His anger was crossing the limits of sanity. The thoughts ofherwere making him go blind in need.And the thought of her getting hurt by his own men was making him see red. His fists slammed against the bag harder, punching it with all the power that he had earned throughout the years of practice."Boss..." a voice rang behind him, shivering in fear for disturbing him in his personal time, "She is staying in Texas only. With a man named Vincent."His punch landed so hard on the bag that the bag broke its grip from the ceiling and fell down on the floor with a loud bang.The dead body of Rooney, the goon who had dared to hurt her, who had dared to grab her hair and drag her despite of getting clear instructions of not laying even a finger upon her body
"Who are you?" His deeply husky and serious voice asked her."H.. Hector's friend?" She stammered. Intimated by his presence."Why are you in this room?" He questioned while leaning forward. Intimidating her even more than she was already feeling.Varys stared in amusement at the pretty girl with innocent eyes. Her jean shorts and Croatia top that she was wearing were complimenting her creamy white skin.
Varys did not answer to Hector. He could not. What would he even say?That he had suddenly started to crave seeing an unknown girl that he had seen just once and wanted Hector to spill everything about her?Never going to happen.So instead, he slammed his fist hard on the glass table in frustration. The fork that was in his fist jumped on the table and fell down on the floor with a loud clattering sound.He pushed his chair back angrily and started to walk away."What the hell is your problem, Varys?" Hector fumed at Varys.Varys stopped in his tracks, turned around, and looked at his otherwise calm and polite brother who barely ever got angry."What isyourproblem?" Varys said through clenched teeth. He was already feeling frustrated and Hector's anger just added fuel to that frustration.Hector also pushed back his chair, stood up and snapped,"My problem is that why bringing guests here angers you so much?
"Varys!" Hector shouted in frustration when he saw Varys driving away without him and Hope."And here goes our ride." Hope chuckled."This is not funny!" Hector whined which made Hope's chuckle turn into a full blown giggle,"Now how are we going to reach college on time?""That is how." She indicated behind Hector. Hector instantly turned around with confusion on his face to see what Hope was pointing at.Hope literally saw Hector's jaw dropping to the ground.Stella, in all her beautiful glory, wearing a blue, skin tight, off- shoulder top and white, sexy as hell shorts, was walking towards them with the keys to her swift car jiggling in her fingers."Ready baby?" Stella eyed Hector, gave him a once over and suddenly smacked a kiss on Hope's lips.Hope instantly made an 'eww' face but Stella's eyes warned her from spilling any word out of her mouth.Hector's face suddenly felt like someone had snatched his favourite candy from
"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."