Four: Young master?

Ivan felt his heart stop for a moment before it started pounding again. The men were huge and muscular, they could break him in half if he tried anything stupid.

He scanned the area but no one seemed to be taking that path at the moment, he wanted to just give in to them but he felt it would be better to escape with a few bruises than to leave his parents to die in the hospital.

"You guys don't want to kidnap me, my parents are poor and they won't be able to pay the ransom." Ivan explained.

"Just get in the car, sir." One of the men said with a husky voice.

He knew he couldn't overpower either of them so what he needed was to be smart and not strength. Before he could think of his next move, one of the men brought out a spray can, and some liquid escaped from the container straight to his face, and everywhere around him suddenly turned black.

****

When his eyes opened, he saw one of the suited men was making a phone call. "Boss, we got him." he announced subtly, then hung up. He was in a bus with the rest of the men.

Few minutes later, a man who looked to be in his mid-forties walked into the room. He was suited up like the others but something about him spelt BOSS. He arrived at the entrance of the bus.

Maybe the way they all bowed to greet him or his majestic steps or the fact that he had hair and the two others were bald but it was definitely obvious he was the boss.

The smile on his face soon disappeared when he saw Ivan and he looked at the two baldies with disappointment. "What have you done?."

The outside of the mansion caused Ivan to become short of words, from the wonderful garden and gardeners tending to the plants to the different brands of expensive cars in the large compound.

The living room was very spacious and was decorated with beautiful large art and a gigantic framed photo of a couple getting married, silk curtains that covered large glass windows, wonderful large vases and flower pots.

The ceiling had golden designs and a large wonderful 32 light chandelier lit up the room. The chairs were mulberry silk upholstery and a lapiaz oval center table to compliment the room with little side Eden tables next to the chairs.

The living room alone would cost millions of dollars to bring to life talkless of the whole building.

Tension soon filled the room as the boss man yelled at the bald men, Ivan's eyes widened with astonishment as the two macho men flinched at every word the boss spat out and how they dared not to look into his fiery eyes as he lashed out at them.

Ivan scanned around the inside of the house admiring the fine decor. He was tied to one of the majestically carved dining chairs and he loved how a beautifully lit Givenchy Royal Hanover German Silver Eight-Light Chandelier shone above them and sparkled in the room.

"I am so sorry young master–"

The sound of Alfred's voice interrupted his thoughts.

"-- I will sanction them properly later."

He moved closer to Ivan who flinched at the sight of him "don't hurt me please." Ivan pleaded.

"I would never hurt you young master. I'm so sorry they approached you in this manner." Alfred said in a gentle, calm tone as he untied Ivan.

"Why do you keep calling me young master?" Ivan questioned.

"It's a lot to explain, young master but we'll get there. In the meantime, if you are feeling any pain at all please let me know so I can get you a masseuse at once."

"Uh no thank you" Ivan answered with uncertainty.

They sat together and Alfred ordered one of the house maids to get Ivan something to drink. After Ivan felt a little relaxed, Alfred began explaining things to him.

"What I'm about to tell you is the story of your life Mr Wayne."

"Wait Wayne? Oh I get it now! You've got the wrong guy." Ivan said with a smile of relief on his face.

"What do you mean?" Alfred asked with an arched brow.

"I'm not Wayne, my name is Ivan Shay."

"I'm very much aware of that but what I'm about to tell you is how you are young master Wayne." Alfred explained.

"Oh-kay."

"I don't even know where to start from."

"Anywhere please."

Alfred sighed heavily then continued "Mr and Mrs Shay are not your real parents."

"What?"

Alfred ignored his question and continued "You were given to them by your real parents."

"Again what?!" He asked again but Alfred ignored him.

Alfred explained what he claims to be the true life story of Ivan to him and how they've been watching him.

Ivan paused for a moment, looking more confused than a child who had to choose between two of his favorite chocolate bars before he finally spoke. "So in a nutshell what you're trying to tell me is that my biological parents died when I was eight months old, I was given to the Shay family to care for and now I'm somehow the last true heir of Wayne's corporation and you want me to claim my position as the CEO?"

"I know how crazy it sounds but believe me it the truth–"

"--the truth? Believe you? You kidnapped me!" Ivan yelled out.

"And I'm sorry about that, I gave the job to incompetent people–" Alfred pleaded "--i'm really sorry about you finding out like this –about your parents and everything but–"

"--who are you anyway?" Ivan asked with an arched brow.

"Right. I'm Alfred, your family's butler for over thirty years now." The man said so comfortably like his words had just held any meaning.

Family butler? He was a church rat! How the hell had the man confused him as a…

"And we've long been searching for you, young master."