What's Your Name?

Lena grabbed the sheets tightly as she kept reminiscing of her parents being pushed off the balcony, "Mommy.” She kept crying when her eyes slowly opened; it flickered and tried to balance with the light.

Lena scanned her surroundings and noticed she was in a bedroom with white and yellow curtains and was on the queen-size bed. She hurried down the bed and stood by the window and noticed the building was high.

"Papa,” she extended her hand to try and catch her dad falling off the balcony, but it was just in her thought; her dad was already gone.

“Papa!!!” Lena screamed out when the door pushed open and a maid walked in carrying a tray of food and placed it on the bedside table.

“Your dinner,” the maid said, as Lena has been asleep since she arrived this morning, so the maid knew she must be so hungry right now.

“Who are you?” Lena asked, the maid who smiled at her and walked out of the bedroom. Lena lounged to follow her but stopped on her track when Dante walked in.

Fear was visible in her eyes when she saw Dante. “I see you are awake,” Dante said, and Lena didn't reply; instead, she took a step backward.

Dante chuckled, not able to believe that she could behave this cowardly; the Linda he knew would have tried to escape right now.

Some heavy footsteps could be heard against the floor. Dante moved to the side when a man walked in. He was dressed in a black shirt and jeans with rough black hair. Lena felt the skin on her body stand when the man’s gaze met hers.

She didn't need a magician to tell her that this man was the boss, the man who had decided her parents fate with a silver coin.

Lena found it hard to swallow her saliva when the man kept taking steps towards her. He was known as La Mano Nera (Nero), the leader of the Italian mafia, who had quickly made his name known by mafia’s around the world. He was one not to dare with as he was known for his cruel strategy of dealing with his victims.

Nero scanned Lena’s face for a while before he turned to Dante, who approached him with a box. Dante opened the box, and the Russian roulette was exposed.

Nero picked up the gun before he sat on the bed and spinned the cylinder. “Ciao, bellezza. [Hello Beauty]”

Nero’s hoarse voice made a shiver run down Lena’s spine with her gaze focused on the gun in the man’s hand.

“Come ti chiami, habibi? [What’s your name, Habibi]?” he asked, but Lena couldn't understand a word he was saying. A creepy smile formed on Nero’s face before he pointed at the space before him.

“Stand here,” he ordered, and Lena still didn't move when Dante walked towards her.

“Don’t you understand English, Linda?”

Lena dragged her feet to stand before Nero, and he stood before her. “What’s your name?” he asked, and Lena clenched her fist; she knew she couldn't mess with these men.

“Linda Morgan,” she muttered. Since her sister had told her that the only way she could live was by feigning to be her, Lena didn't have a problem, and if they wished to kill Linda, then she was willing to sacrifice herself.

But to her surprise, Nero laughed before he took a good look at the gun. “You see, baby, I don't have enough time to waste. So I will ask one more time, "What's your name?”

Dante stared at Nero confused. Didn't he get the lady when she said her name, or maybe he wanted her to say it with a louder voice?

Lena bit her lower lip as a tear rolled down her cheeks. “Linda Morgan,” she answered, and Nero nodded.

“You see, baby, this revolver holds a single bullet in one of its chambers. Spin the cylinder, pull the trigger, and pray that fate is on your side.”

“So let’s play a game; if I say my name wrongly, then I pull the trigger on myself. If you say your name wrongly, then I will pull the trigger at you,” he explained, and Lena’s eyes widened in shock when Nero pointed the gun at himself.

“My name is Dante,” he said, then pressed on the trigger when Lena’s eyes widened in shock. Nero chuckled.

“My luck; now let’s try on you. What’s your name?” Nero asked, and Lena burst out in tears.

“L…Linda Morgan,” she muttered, and Nero pulled the trigger, but the only sound that could be heard was the click sound; this made Lena stare at him in disbelief.

“What psycho man?” Lena thought in disbelief as Nero pointed the gun at himself again.

“My name is Kiel,” then he pulled the trigger at himself, and the click sound made Lena fall down on her knees.

“Lena Morgan, my name is Lena Morgan,” she burst out in tears when Dante’s brows furrowed. Lena Morgan?

Nero handed the gun to Dante. “Lei è così fortunata e carina. [She is so lucky and pretty].

Nero crouched towards Lena’s level and scanned at her body. He knew at first sight that this lady wasn't Linda, so how did his men even mistake her?

Of course they looked alike, but this one had an attractive beauty, and her innocence was something he had never seen in the ladies around him. A smile formed on his lip before he said.

“Mi piace questa [I like this one]”

Nero stood up and patted Dante’s shoulder. “Go find me Linda Morgan and my fucking suit case.”

Nero walked to the door before he stopped on his track and pointed at Lena. “I want to have dinner with my woman; get the maids to make her presentable.” He winked at Lena, who felt like she had fallen into a hole and there was no way out.