Max pulled out the keys from the ignition after leaving the Harley outside the office. His hand pulled out his phone to check for the calls. His steps were fast, his cowboy boots walking on the white marble floor of the building almost silently.
Shawn had been of more use than he looked like. But the thing was that he did not know what to think of Hope getting kidnapped. He did not know what condition she was in with Varys. His fist clenched tight at the thought, a vein in his jaw jumping at the mere thought. She was his responsibility. And it had been days since he had been unable to find her! Varys had planned out each move very smartly and left a clean slate behind, with no trace of Hope anywhere to be found.
Stella's face immediately turned red. It was like a light switch getting turned off. One minute she was fighting with all her might like a wild animal and then in the next second she was turning red in shyness. Max would have called it funny if she had not driven him up the wall in frustration."mwhha ha mu...," Stella mumbled, but since Max's hand was still covering her mouth, the voice came out all muffled and incoherent.Max turned his face upwards to the sky, released a long, heavy, controlled sigh, and then removed his hand from Stella's mouth, while still keeping a firm hold of her arms.
Hope stayed quiet and glanced away from him. She wanted to say she was enjoying this, but admitting anything would be a betrayal. She couldn't just forget what he was or who he was so easily. The blood might be washed off, but it still stained her mind."Hope?" Varys pointed out across the park where a family of ducks paddled through the water. "I brought some bread, let's go feed the ducks. You still like that, right?" the corners of his lip twitched, and he bit his lip as he searched her face."You can't feed them that," Hope scolded as she glanced away from him. Damn him for being hopeful. She didn't need to deal with that."Huh?" Vary's eyebrows furrowed. "Why not?""You'll hurt the ducks," she replied. She glanced around the park again and noticed a tiny shack across the lake. The feed name was proudly displayed across the side in bold red font. "There, you can get food for them there."Varys nodded and held out his hand to her. "Let's g
They got back to the mansion and Varys was true to his word. He marched Hope into her room and using a pair of shackles, cuffed her to the bed. "I don't know why you keep pushing me. I hope it was worth it, that call you made.""For what it's worth, I wasn't calling to reach him. I just wanted my uncle to know I was safe," Hope replied. She hadn't objected to his treat
Varys' voice haunted Max even in his waking moments. So what if he'd been childhood acquaintances with Hope? That wasn't about to stop Max from finding her and getting her away from that madman, that killer.How could he live himself if he left her there?Max glanced up as he heard the click of a shoe on his dummy tile. The office was empty except for him, so that left only one answer; intruders.
Dead. Ethan growled.All of his men, fucking dead, and they didn't even manage to take out the man he had sent them for.Ethan glared at the man that stood before him and the little weasel twisted himself in an attempt to not meet his eyes. "It's not my fault." He whimpered, his voice coming in soft little whines."Not your fault?" Ethan replied. "How are you alive, and everyone else is dead? Explain why you weren't inside that building when I ordered all of you to be." He le
"Speak." Varys sat behind his desk as he watched the man fidget in front of him.Whatever the news was, it wasn't good. His fingers curled into fists. Would he have to kill Hope?"It's about her past, her ex." The man ended with a gulp.
Varys' words weren't enough. Nothing was enough. Hope imagined what would happen to Vincent and Max if Ethan got his hands on them and bit her lip so hard blood seeped into her mouth."Hope, calm down."Varys' words were as if they were underwater. She could hear them, but they were dull and couldn't break through the wall of panic.
No! There was no way she could let him go. He was turning away from her again, walking away. He was going to end up just as she'd assumed he was all this time. She wrenched her arm out of Marco's grip and ran to Varys.He must have heard her steps because he turned as she barreled into him and hugged her tight to his chest. His heart beat against her ear, and while it was comforting, it didn't make the fear dissipate. "Varys, you can't die on me."