Escaping The Mafia King

Chapter 32: 32- Scars of Past

"I did not have any fucking clue!" Varys slammed his palm down on the hard surface of kitchen, right beside where her hand was resting, immediately making her jump in fright. But then almost instantly stepping back he put his hands on his waist, flipping away to face away from her, while taking deep breaths.

He turned back around and said in a gruff voice, "I only got to know after that day. I was not aware what kind of business my parents were in. By the time I entered the house, no one was left alive, my mom, dad, and brother's body was lying in front of my face while ten men surrounded them with guns in their fucking hands."

Hope straightened, her heart racing a thousand miles a minute. She had not expected him to lash out like this. And hearing him say this, confess to what happened the night she last saw him was nothing less than a gut wrenching punch. The memory was not any less than agony for both of them.

"Hope, do you really think I would have been able to flee from a scene where my family laid dead in front of my eyes?" his voice dropped low, his piercing gaze staring at her, "Those guys tortured me for hours before the police came in. They ran away, leaving me half dead on the floor. Thankfully my uncle, who worked as my dad's right hand man in gang found me, saw me alive, and took me away with him."

"Why didn't he let you be found by the police?" Hope asked desperately, "do you know what I went through when they said they did not even find your body? I am sure police would have protected you!"

Varys let out a rough, mocking laugh before stepping in, his hand sliding in her waist, "honey, do you honestly think there are no corrupt people in this world? Antyhing can be brought with money. ANYTHING. Police is no different and my uncle knew that."

His face descended down, his eyes were clenched shut as he tried hard to block out the memory from that day. Being close to Hope gave him peace, strength to fight back all the bad things that happened to him, her scent, filled him, pulling him out of the dark place that he had gotten lost into.

"Hope," he whispered, his lips almost touching hers, "In that moment, when they were kicking me, hitting me, doing the worst thing possible to my body, the only thing that was on my mind was keeping you safe. I could not feel the pain. Maybe it was because I had seen my family dead in front of me, and it was also because I was worried they were going to find you. I could not let anything to happen to you, Hope."

Hope was silent in his arms, not pushing him away, but not saying anything either. When the moment passed, and Hope was capable enough to utter the words, she asked,

"Why didn't you contact me all these years, Varys?" her head lifted up to meet his eyes as she murmured, her hands shivered as she lifted them up and put them on his chest for to feel his warmth and closeness, more than to steady herself, "Ten years. A fucking decade, Varys. Didn't I even pass by in your mind if you were so worried about me?"

Hope wanted to believe him, but the truth was there, and then not there. There were so many unanswered questions that had haunted her for years.

Varys sighed heavily and pulled himself back. He took a step back, his gaze unwavering from her face.

Before she could utter a word, he lifted his hand and started to unbutton his shirt.

Hope was silent for a minute, her gaze turning from confused to horrified in mere second,

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Hope cried out, putting her hands on her eyes and flipping around to look away.

Varys immediately chuckled. Her actions reminded him of their first meeting when she had put her hands on her eyes just like this.

"You did not change at all.", he grinned, while unbuttoning all of the buttons of his shirt. He removed the shirt from his body and put it on the kitchen counter.

"STOP STRIPPING!" Hope freaked out, she could hear the rustling of the clothes and could not believe that he was stripping right now.

"I am not stripping," he said, his words containing the laughter he was trying to suppress.

"You are taking your clothes off! That is called stripping, Varys!"

"Turn around." he ordered.

She didn't. She did not even lower her hands.

Varys started to turn, stopped, dropped his head back and looked at the ceiling and then turned around and came back to Hope. Again, he was so close Hope could feel his heat.

Grabbing her waist, he turned her around, making her face him. Her eyes were clenched shut.

"Hope." he said, "Look at me."

She finally opened her eyes. Her eyes finding his naked chest, but then before she could do anything else, she sucked in a shocked breath.

There was a nasty knife wound on his chest. The caramel skin was marred by the nasty, jagged wound, showing the brutality of the scar and pain he must have endured.

"Oh my God." she whispered, her voice laced with shock, and hurt.

"They cut me open." Varys explained gently, "I could have died that day, I nearly had. But the knife did not cut open any of my ribs. That was because of you."

"Me?" Hope's words were a trembling whisper.

"If you hadn't called the police that day, they would not have stopped until they killed me. You saved me."

Hope's eyes stung with tears. The skin was so terribly scarred. She could not even imagine the pain he would have gone through because of it.

All of her insecurities and doubts melted in that moment. Her gaze softened as she took a step forward to close the distance between them, drawing closer to him. Her trembling fingers touched the scar, tracing the jagged lines.

Varys melted into her touch and enfolding her in his arms. He did not feel any suffocation, or darkness when she touched him. She was so gentle, soft, how could it hurt him?

Lifting his hand up, he put it on her cheek. The memories they had spent together and the feelings that had never really subsided coming back to the surface of their hearts like a long forgotten favorite song. His head descended down as she lifted hers up. She saw him getting closer, each moment filled with anticipation.

His lips took hers and she gave in to it immediately. There was no hesitation, no holding back.

His one hand wrapped around her side and the other one went under her hips, lifting her up to place her gently on the clean part of the kitchen counter. She parted her legs a bit, and the distance was removed.

His mouth was open and so was hers, his tongue slipped into her mouth, and then hers was in his. Hope's legs opened further and he got closer. His arms tightened and her breasts flattened against his chest. Hope's arms went around his neck and she pressed against him.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

His hands slipped under her skirt, his mouth slipping down to leave a wet trail of kisses down the side of her neck, his tongue not leaving an inch of space to lick the skin that he desired so much. His tongue ran from the skin at the hinge of her jaw, down the line of her neck.

Hope's toes were curling, her nipples were hard. His hands had gone up under her skirt and were sliding up her thighs sides. One of his hands went to cup her ass and pull her closer and she could feel his God-given talent pressing against her belly. Tingles shot down the insides of her thighs.

The hand at her ass came up, slid the thin strap of her dress down along with her black bra, the cloth slipped down easily, leaving her upper body bare to his eyes. His gaze slipped to the naked skin, it feasted on the beauty for a few seconds before his hand slipped up and then cupped her breast, the rough pad of his thumb sliding across her hardened nipple. Hope bit her lip as electricity shot straight from her nipple to her nether regions.

His hand slowly moved from her breast down her belly and then lower,

"Varys!" Hope's body jerked in surprise.

Varys's mouth slipped back upwards to capture her mouth. Her disheveled state was the most erotic thing he had ever seen.

But then suddenly his lips tore away from hers as his head shot up and twisted around, his entire body tensed, coiled, waiting.

And then a man walked in the room, his gaze immediately finding us.