MAYBE IT WAS just his imagination or his mind was trying to play games with him but as soon as the plane entered New Jersey's airspace, Jon felt a queasy feeling in his abdomen. He stilled the feeling that made his tummy swirl and asked an air hostess for a bottle of champagne. He used the drink to calm his nerves. But when the plane landed and he got out, he immediately felt something like electric tension in the air. It made the hair on the back of his neck and his arms stand. Ignoring the feeling that he was being watched, he put on his dark sunshades and walked down the stairs, accompanied by the other few people who flew first class. Luke, his driver, drove to his front with a black SUV and stopped. He jumped out and held the door open for Jon to get it. "How's it going, Luke?" Jon asked as it got in. Luke bowed and gently closed the door before going around to the driver's seat. As he started the car, Jon asked, "How are things over there at home?" Luke put the car into g

THE FUNERAL SERVICE of a billionaire of any state is not a small matter. The funeral service of Vittorio Orsatti – the man who lived through 3 generations, orchestrating chaos and taking out any rival or enemy he might have – was even bigger than an average billionaire. There was a slight drizzle on that day. It was a lazy rain that blew in from New York. It was more like dew, blowing around in chilly air but the sun still shone through It did not bring any heat, just light. It was the type of weather that you would during mid-July, where it was like rain and sun were deciding on who would take the day, but didn't come to any conclusion so they just took the day together. There was a long entourage of black, shiny cars. Over 10 SUVS and two limousines. One of the cars was equipped with a siren and lights, so it blasted the siren horn, making heads turn as hundreds of cars followed the entourage through the streets of New Jersey. They converged outside the cemetery and only the fami

"ATTENTION EVERYONE," ANTONIO said, hitting his glass cup gently with a steel fork. He climbed a few stairs, a few heads followed his movements and gradually, the noise quietened down. Giovanni started to go forward to stop his son from doing whatever it was that the boy was doing, but before he took a step, he felt a hand on his arm to stop him. He turned and saw that it was Jon."Let's hear what he has to say," Jon said. Giovanni gave Antonio a hard look and mumbled something inaudible to himself, but he nodded and stood back. "Attention… Attention…" Antonio kept saying, trying to make everyone in the room listen to him. While all heads and eyes in the hall looked at Antonio, Jon was more focused on the inconspicuous Russian who stood on the floor, holding a glass of champagne lazily with a smug smile on his face. Lucas came up beside Jon and said, "You're seeing this too, right?" Jon nodded slightly, his eyes not leaving Maxim. "Maxim Ivanov is behind all this." Lucas nodded

JON SAT ON his bed, moping. The past two days had passed in a blur and his days had been monotonous. He was still under arrest. House arrest, he scoffed at his reflection in the mirror. The house had been unnaturally quiet since that incident, everyone was walking on eggshells around him, which only further passed him off. He raised his arm to take a good look at the device that sat on the edge of his wrist. It looked just like a next-generation smartwatch, just gently blinking a tiny green light at the top corner of the screen. He turned it in different ways, trying to see the lock even though he knew that there was no point. He could not remove it as the device could be only unlocked with the keycard of a police officer.He sighed as he stood up and went to the bathroom, hoping and wishing for the hundredth time that water would make it malfunction, but no. "Fucking waterproof," He snarled and then chuckled. He did not want to leave the house, he just wanted the device gone from

"Good morning, Dad," Antonio said as he sat down with them at the open table. He was all freshened up and his hair was styled immaculately. He had gold rings on almost all of his fingers and a thick gold pendant hung around his neck. He gave Maxim and Giovanni a small nod as he took an empty seat. They sat under a tent-like structure that overlooked a grassy plain. Giovanni nodded in reply. He gazed far off into the distance, at the smooth acres of land. "Do you know just how much land space this estate occupies?" He asked abruptly. The question took Antonio by surprise. "Uh, N-no" He followed his father's gaze and looked out into the distance. Giovanni chuckled, "Neither do I," he said and poured himself a drink. "We should have servants doing this," Antonio muttered as he poured himself a drink. "Hm," Giovanni said, "I was just speaking with your business partner…""Glad to see that you both are getting along just fine," Antonio said. Maxim snorted. Giovanni smiled, "We are g