The hidden heir of Wayne

One fifty one: Tales at dinner

Ivan rose from the bed where he was seating and made his way to the door. His hand hesitantly lingered on the door handle before he twisted it open.

Before moving down the countless stairs, he took in a deep breath and told himself that they couldn't possibly eat him. They weren't cannibals, just the Mafia, at least he hoped they weren't.

Finally getting down the stairs that seemed like it would never end– their house was exceptionally tall and without an elevator, no wonder they were all in shape– he walked into the dining room and all eyes fell on him.

“Oh Ivan! Your wife told us you were already asleep when she got upstairs so we said we wouldn't wake you. It was a tiring trip after all I see.” Victoria said with a kind smile.

Ivan flashed her a nervous smile before faking a yawn. “I was actually asleep but I suddenly woke up and I remembered I was called down for dinner earlier.

“I didn't know how long ago it was so I rushed down the stairs to check if I am not too late and ap