Mysterious Man

Ivanna Pov's

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I kept looking at him to see any kind of distress on his face but he had an impassive look on his face, making it difficult for me to figure out what was going on in his mind.

"You have ten seconds to answer then I will pull the trigger" I muttered in a threatening tone but he didn't even flinch a bit. He was right when he said he wasn't afraid of death.

"One.. Two. Three." I clamped up when my eyes went on his shivering hand which he raised towards my cheeks. He kept it on my cheek and wiped the blood from the corner of my lips.

"Aah," I hissed in pain. That moron hit me hard.

"I---I'm so--sorry" he stuttered. I sighed when I saw his condition after seeing a minor cut on my lips. He can't be a man because of whom they all run. He is shivering after seeing a few drops of blood. A man like him can't be in the mafia.

"They must have misunderstood you as Lord Stan. Thanks to god we are safe" I dropped the gun and took a relief breath. It was a long drama of my life.