The hours passed by and then there were sounds of gunshots, loud yelling, and screams. Hope started
shivering. She knew something was wrong, in fact, everything felt wrong in that moment. Her heart was
in a panic. She could not dare lift up her head and look out from the window of the car. She wanted to
go and find Varys, she could feel the panic throbbing inside her. But she did not want to get him in
trouble, she did not want to become a liability and she did not know what the hell was going inside that
house. All she knew was that there was some really scary shit going on inside the house and Varys
and his family were in danger.
Her hands fumbled to find her mobile phone and thankfully, after much struggle of trying to hold it in her
fumbling fingers, she managed to dial 911.
*****
Before the Police came, the gunshots had stopped and the house had gotten covered in silence.
Earlier there had been sounds of shouting, growling, footsteps. She had heard people run out of the
house and get inside the SUV's and hop on thei bikes. Her body was literally frozen and her eyes were
burning for some reason. Her heard seemed to thud inside her throat, her tongue feeling heavy. Right
before she could gather up the courage to go inside the house, the early rays of sun had just hit the
pavement when the police sirens blared, pulling Hope out of her daze. Grabbing the handle of the car
door, she threw it open and jumped out, ready to dash inside the house before the police cars even
came to a stop. But then her body tumble forward and she almost fell down hard.
All she remembered after that was getting grabbed from her arms by some people, and firm, loud foot
steps of the police officers running inside the house while shouting orders at each other. Everything
was a loud echo instead of coherent words coming out of people's mouth.
She shrug off the holds of people, not liking anyone holding her in that moment, she was almost frantic
when she threw their hands off her arms. She could hear them yelling something at her, or probably
just saying something softly, it was not easy for her to make sense of anything.
And then when she lifted her eyes up, she saw three stretchers with bloodied bodies getting carried
towards the ambulance. First, Varys' dad, then his mom, and then... Hector. And their eyes were open,
staring right at her while their chests never moved to breathe.
*****
Back to Present
"He is alive?" Hope whispered as her mind went blank.
Max's body immediately went in alert mode as he saw the look on her face. Something was definitely
wrong.
"You know him?" Max asked softly, extending his arm to slip in her waist.
"I..." Hope gulped, unable to even breathe properly any longer, "I need some time alone." She said
before making a dash towards the exit of the coffee shop.
"Hope!" Max shouted after her but she was already out of the door. "Fucking hell!" Max cursed and ran
after her.
He must have been barely a minute late in following her but this was a mistake he had made. As soon
as he was out, his eyes roamed around the city to find Hope. But there was no sight of her.
"Hope!" Max shouted and searched for her in the nearby streets.
As he was about to turn back and run in the opposite direction when he heard someone's muffled
screams.
His head immediately shot in the direction while his hand flew to the gun on his waist. His eyes collided
with Hope's frightened ones as she struggled to fight off the arm of a man around her neck as he
dragged her inside a fancy limo.
"FUCK!" He shouted and ran to catch Hope but it was too late and the man had already hopped inside
the car with Hope and drove off.
Max turned around and ran to his Harley, immediately sending a quick text to his mates to track the
limo number before climbing up on the vehicle and speeding up to catch the limo.
*****
Hope tried to breathe properly as someone removed the blindfold from her eyes. She was scared,
anxious, nervous, and honestly, freaked the fuck out of her mind.
When the blindfold was finally removed from her eyes and she opened them to look in front of herself,
her fear turned to terror.
"Wifey." Ethan smiled gently while tipping his head up in greeting at her.
"For fucks sake!" she spat. She had not expected to get caught this early, in this way. She had ran out
of the coffee shop and it was like those men were waiting for her to make that exact move. As soon as
she was out, she had gotten handled like a rag doll and thrown inside the Limo to drive here.
"Told you, you can never run away from me." Ethan grinned victoriously.
"I am not going to stay with you, Ethan." Hope shook her head at him like talking to a dumb person,
"Do you really think that keeping me hostage is going to fix everything you have done in the past
years?"
She was trying to get out of the ropes that had her hands tied behind her as she sat on the wooden
chair. Her wrists were hurting very badly. In fact, she was sure it had already formed a bruise.
Ethan sighed heavily, his hands going around his nape to rub with a frustrated sigh before taking off his
black jacket and putting it on the table near them. He was gorgeous as always, there was no denying
the fact that his handsomeness surpassed the average level and made him stand out among everyone.
But this was also the fact the he took the most advantage of.
He could take any girl with just a snap of his finger, despite of being married.
Ethan stared into her eyes as he threateningly picked the knife up from the table, showing its edges to
her as he admired its sharpness while keeping it at his eyes level.
"You know that I can kill you right here, right now?" Ethan smiled innocently, taking steps towards her, "I
really don't like you ruining my reputation like this. You are the daughter in law of Romano family,
honey. Show some respect to the title you are given and silently come back."
"I did not know that sluts like you had any kind of reputation, Ethan." Hope grinned, staring into his
angry gaze, "When you fuck everyone except me, do you think you gain any other title than being a
male slut in front of my eyes, your majesty?"
The words had barely left Hope's lips when she stopped breathing as the edge of knife dug inside the
skin of her throat. Breaking the surface and making the blood drip.
"Still in love with me, wifey?" Ethan asked, an innocent smile covering his face, while his evil eyes
stared down at Hope, promising the ruthless havoc of thunder rumbling beneath them.
"I am not sure." Hope replied softly and tipped her head forward so that the knife pushed in deeper in
her throat, challenging him with equal vigor, "But still in hate with you, darling."
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