11- Varys Flint

Varys Flint

Strong 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 of her were 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