The scene from a page of a mafia novel

Ivory’s POV

The blindfold dropped and I came face to face with a man glaring at me like a wounded lion.

His eyes were a darkened shade of midnight blue, cold and analytical, with an intensity that seemed to pierce through my very soul.

His face was all sharp angles- chiselled jawline, highcheekbones, and a hint of stubbles scattered across his chin. He had a charming face that would sweep anyone away under the right circumstances. But right now,the dangerous aura hovering around him had my heart racing uncontrollably.

As if he could smell my fear, his lips curled into a slight, predatory smirk.

"Did you really think you could hide from me?" He said in a low, steel voice that sent chills down my spine.

"No one hides from me, Lori, no one..."

"Lori?" I muttered silently, tilting my head in confusion.

"What's going on?"

My name is Ivory, I wanted to say but did I really need to correct my brooding captor?

"Where's my money?" He demanded, his voice rising.

"Look, if Camille and Damian sent you to extort money from me..." I paused; it didn't seem plausible that Damian would try to take money from me. He was already doing well for himself as Manager of a big company and he knew I didn’t have any.

He demanded I live as a housewife even though I graduated top of my class from SNU.

"Don't play with me!" He shouted, slamming his fist into the wall.

"Where's my money, Lori?!"

"You keep calling me Lori, but my name is Ivory. And what money are you talking about?"

He stopped, glaring at me with a pensive look in his eyes.

Suddenly he let out an ominous laugh.

"If I didn't know you well enough, I would buy your innocent act, Lori.

Just like I bought it for two years, loving you blindly while you stole from me."

"Loving me? Stole from you?"

"I've never seen you in my life, who are you?"

He scoffed, calling the man behind me with a flick of hand.

"Remind her, Teni" he ordered.

Teni bowed to him before turning to meet me with an iPad.

My breath was whisked out of me in an instant.

There was a picture of me glowing on the screen, the scary man sat beside me with a smirk on his face. Not a predatory smirk- an affectionate one, one that showed he was happy.

I was shocked to see that the man shooting daggers from his eyes right now could also have such kind eyes, but even more shocking was seeing myself in this picture.

"This is not me..." I blurted out, "I mean,

it is me, but it can’t be me... I mean this person looks exactly like me, but I promise this is not me,"

"Enough!" He bellowed,

"Teni, Bully, take her to the car. It seems it will

take more than questioning to get my money out of her."

“I’m not her!” I cried, struggling to escape with all my strength.

But it was just a wishful attempt. The men he called Teni and Bully were tall and hefty. It was an impossible attempt.

My hands were shivering.

No matter how hard I tried to steady myself, my hands were shivering.

Scary man sat right beside me; his clenched jaw sending a ripple through my spine.

We had been driving for over two hours and the farther we were from the city, the more my eyes burned with curiosity.

How could someone else look so much like me? I mean we had different hairstyles and different clothing choices, but other than that every other thing was the same.

My head ached badly from juggling my memories trying to remember if I had ever met the man beside me or if there was any chance that I could have a twin sister, but again it was impossible.

My father died the day I was born, and I grew up with my mother alone until she died when I was ten years old.

"Can I ask you some questions?" I finally asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

..Silence..

I garnered some courage and continued anyway, "Who are you?"

He turned and looked at me with an expression that roared "Keep quiet or I'll quiet you myself!"

I went quiet for a while but I was dying of curiosity.

"My name is Ivory Hollis. Does your girlfriend have the same name as mine?"

Before I could finish, scary man lunged at me, and I

flinched against the door of the car, my heart racing wildly.

He grabbed my face, and roughly squeezed my jaws.

“This innocent act of yours is pissing me off more than I already am.” He said, baring his teeth with agitation.

“I’ve retrieved half of the money you stole, but you still owe me.

You owe me every dime that you stole from me for two years. And by my name, I swear, pet, you will pay for it. You will pay for all of it!"

"You can pretend to be someone else. Your name can be anything you want it to be, but I know you and I know all your tricks, so save it, pet, save all of it."

When scary man let go of my jaws, I could barely breathe. It seemed that nothing I'd say would change his mind. Whoever this man was, he was

out for blood and he was about to have the wrong one.

I was the wrong one.