Escaping The Mafia King

Chapter 33: 33- Fighting With A Demon

Varys' hand instantly pulled the dress back up, covering her breasts, moved to stand in front of her, covering her.

"What the fuck?!" he said in a low, murderous tone. His eyes shooting daggers at the man who literally looked like he was shivering.

"I... I am so sorry, boss." he stuttered, immediately realizing he had made a big, big mistake, "I did not know you had a lady with you."

"Come here." Varys ordered menacingly.

The man hesitated for a second, but he did not have any other choice. Hope was frozen in her place. The stranger man was still here and her face had become red in shame. As Hope watched the man take step towards Varys, she could not decide if she was supposed to leave or stay where she was.

The man closer to stand in front of Varys, his one hand resting on the back of his head and the other one on the kitchen counter.

And then before Hope could say or do anything, Varys grabbed the knife resting in the stand, and stabbed the hand of the man that was on the kitchen counter.

The man gasped in shock, his eyes widened, and heavy breaths left his lips. He did not scream though. And Varys, instead of stopping, or pulling the knife out, twisted it in a round motion.

Hope was horrified. And then she screamed,

"What the hell?! Varys!"

He was indifferent to her horror. Ignoring her, he twisted the knife around ruthlessly, his hand had gotten covered in blood of the man,

"What the fuck... was so fucking important... that you fucking walked in here without asking for permission?" he gritted through clenched teeth, his wrath literally freezing the room in cool, deathly silence.

The man was shivering, in pain, and in fear. He looked like he was about to faint but could not dare to ask Varys to remove the knife.

"I am sorry, boss." he begged in a strained voice, "It was a mistake."

Hope started trembling. How could she even forget that Varys was now the same as other mafia people out there? She was horrified. Seeing this dark side of him was like a splash of cold water on her face. The violence bringing back the memories that she had seen from the past five years with Ethan. Nothing had changed. She was still where she had tried to escape from, only the face of the boss had changed. As the reality dawned on her, she could not watch the cruel violence anymore. She knew her words were not going to stop him from doing whatever he wanted.

She got down from the kitchen counter that he had placed her on merely three minutes ago, gripped her body with the same hands that were now cutting the hand of someone else.

As pain shot through her heart, she started to walk out of there immediately. She was not ready for this. She did not want to stay there any longer. She started to walk away but her stride was stopped as a hand grabbed her arm and jerked her to himself, pulling her to a hard chest,

"Where the fuck do you think you are going?"

Hope started to struggle in his hold strongly. His hold on her was tight as hell, bruising her arm badly.

"Let me go." she demanded, her voice stern, despite of the pain that she was feeling.

He did not listen. He motioned for the man to get out of there and pulled her closer in his embrace.

"Stop struggling," he ordered angrily.

"LET ME GO, VARYS!" she cried out, her struggles turning to the point of violence. His hold was extremely painful on her.

"Stop, Hope!" he shouted furiously, "where the fuck are you going to go? Look at me!"

She did not stop. Her struggles tuned harsher, making his temper flare up. All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

"I want to go!" she screamed, her terror was almost making her dizzy, the only thing on her mind was of getting the fuck out of the house that she was standing in.

"Hope, listen to one thing carefully." he grabbed her other arm as well in the same punishing grip, pulling her into his body, his murderous gaze like of the devil, "if I have to, I will fucking chain you to bed so you never run away from me again," Hope's gaze shot up to his face in shock, and he continued, "until you listen to what I am saying! See what I really am, god fucking damn it!"

"This... this is how you are going to show me the real you?" her voice quivered, "Is this what you really are?"

Varys grabbed the back of her head and pulled her face closer to his harshly, his nose touching hers as he breathed down like a menacing dragon with fire in its eyes, "I will do whatever it takes, and however I can!"

"YOU ARE HURTING ME, VARYS!" Hope cried out, "your hands are covered in the blood of that man! You are touching me with those same hands! You are hurting me the same way you hurt him, treating me the same way you treated him!"

Hope's words shocked Varys, his hold instantly softened on her arms, a bruise had already formed on the spot where he had clutched her, but he did not let her go completely.

"Hope," he said in a bit gentler voice, his guilt taking over him, "I am trying my best here. I just want you to stay here, by my side. I am trying to fix things, the things that were left in the middle all those years ago but all you are doing is fight with me. You are ruining everything, Hope, don't do this to me."

He bent his head lower, closing the distance between them and placing his lips on hers, trying to continue where they left off.

But Hope had already gone beyond the feelings. All she could see in that moment was the blood that covered his hands. She was shivering, in pain and fear and everything that was far from love and care and anything that fell in between.

His mouth was pressed against her, trying to make her submit to him. She pushed at his chest, trying to get free from his hold and get away. She did not want to feel him in that moment because all that she felt was disgust.

"Mmmmhmmm...." she groaned in helplessness, pushing him with all her might, trying to get away from his hold that was on the back of her head, pressing her mouth against him.

When he did not let her go, no matter how much she struggled and fought, she could not do anything as frustration and fear consumed her, and she slapped him across the face.