It's been a while since I uploaded a story excerpt, almost three years! I thought it was time to update you guys one! Here is the first chapter of a story I wrote merely for fun and with no hopes to publish. Welcome to Temptation
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She didn't expect to be handcuffed to a table in a cold windowless room but there she was. Twenty-five, and now with a record that will follow her for life. She jiggled the handcuffed but it was no use, she was stuck. No officers had come in since the arresting officer but she didn't care. She just had to find a way to get out of there. However her thoughts were disrupted by a door opening, and she looked up to see a man that looked semi-familiar.
“Ivelisse Hernandez,” He drawled and threw a folder onto the table.
He slammed the door behind him, and Ivelisse recoiled slightly as he approached the table.
He towered over her, and she could hear his labored breathing as he tried to intimidate her. Instead, she raised an eyebrow in question, and he sneered. He plopped himself into the other chair and it screeched against the floor. Normally, this would bother other people but not Ivelisse. Instead, she studied his moves and made her own mental notes.
“25 years old, and now you're in a police station. It is not looking good for your Ivelisse, but your friends call you Ivy right?” He asked.
“Sure Officer …” Ivelisse trailed off and assumed that working with the police would work in her favor.
“Reynolds, Captain Reynolds,” He said.
“Sorry, Cap'n,” Ivelisse said with a smirk.
“You enjoy that? Making light of a serious situation? Do you even know why you're here?” Captain Reynolds asked and leaned forward.
“Clearly I don't, I don't know why you thought having a bunch of cops break into my condo and pull me out of bed! It's like what four in the fucking morning. Don't I get a phone call, or is that just TV magic?” Ivelisse asked
“You will get a call when I am done with you,” Captain Reynolds.
“Shouldn't a detective be grilling me, and not the captain?” Ivelisse asked.
“I personally wanted to talk to you! I have had my team on you for a while now,” Captain Reynolds said and opened the folder.
“Ivelisse Hernandez, twenty-five, Ph.D. student at NYU, very impressive for someone of your background,” Captain Reynolds said.
“Was that a racial dig?” Ivelisse asked.
“Was it? I mean you are the Social Psychology major. With Carter Lucas?” He said with a smirk.
Ivelisse seized up at the mention of the name and glared at him.
“Twin brother to Romeo Hernandez, daughter to Julian Hernandez, investor to Temptation Lounge, that's where you work right?” He asked.
Ivelisse didn't answer him, he already knew the answer to that question. Clearly, he knew a fucking lot. Instead, she drummed her fingers onto the table and Captain Reynolds flipped through some more papers. He stopped on one and scanned through the words before he smirked.
“Tell me about your mother,” Captain Reynolds asked.
“Look, why am I here? Why am I arrested? Do you have any legal right to keep me here?” Ivelisse asked but Captain Reynolds didn't say a word.
“You have to tell me,” Ivelisse demanded.
“I don't have to tell you shit. I can keep you here for forty-eight hours with no word on what your next steps are, so let's talk about your mother,” Captain Reynolds gritted.
“I want a lawyer,” Ivelisse snapped.
“I guess you said the magic words, but know this Ivelisse once somebody walks in here, we cannot work out a deal. You would be on your own, whereas we can work together and make some middle ground. Doesn't that sound like a smart idea?” Captain Reynolds said and leaned back in his chair.
Ivelisse thought for a moment but she knew her answer wasn't going to change. He clearly had enough information about her, if he was serious about this threat. Something would have occurred, he wouldn't be pushing about her mother of all people.
“I'll take my chances,” Ivelisse said.
“Fine, have it your way,” Captain Reynolds said.
He shoved the chair back and it screeched across the floor. Ivelisse moved to cover her ears but she couldn't. She had to endure all the sounds that came with Captain Reynolds. As he stopped up, he leaned down towards her.
“One last chance Ivelisse,” Captain Reynolds muttered.
“Lawyer,” Ivelisse said.
Captain Reynolds nodded and raised his hands out in defeat. He turned and walked out the door he came in. Ivelisse looked up at her reflection in the mirror, which she knew was two-way. She stared passed her reflection and at whoever was on the other side of the mirror.
“Whatever you want from me, good luck,” Ivelisse gritted and glared.
She looked at her hands and leaned her head down on the metal table.
On the other side of the mirror, stood Captain Reynolds with a grim look on his face.
“She's one tough cookie to crack,” He muttered.
“I know,”
“Are you sure you want to do this? Are you sure she knows more than you think?” Captain Reynolds asked.
“I know her, I know her better than anyone, and she's lying,”
“Are you sure because you know I got the feeling she isn't,” Captain Reynolds said.
“She’s lying, I know it,”
“I’m doing you a favor and-”
“I know my sister Reynolds, and she is a lot worse than you think, we are twins you know,” Romeo Hernandez said and sighed.
“My sister,” he whispered.