"I THINK HE is going to be a problem," Maxim's gruff voice said quietly into the phone. "No, I am not making things up." He snarled, "I've seen the way he looks at me. We need to take Giovanni Orsatti out of the equation." There was some mumbling from the other end of the phone and Maxim listened attentively for almost a minute. He took a deep breath and ran his hand through his hair before saying, "Okay. I've heard you, Uncle. I'll wait to see if he leaves town, if he does, I'll let him be. But if he doesn't… he'll have to die." He paused and listened, nodding and making sounds of affirmation. "And what of the lady, Nicole?" He asked. His face got red as he listened and slammed his fist into the wall. "What do you mean that you can't be involved with that? She double-crossed me. Messed with my head!" He heard the front door open and the light shuffling steps of Antonio. "I will call you back," he muttered and ended the call. He snapped the phone close and dipped it into his pocket

JON RAN HIS hands along the smooth edge of his large oak table. Lucas had left the office just the way it was. He swiveled in his chair and turned around to face the full glass window. As he stared out, a funny thought about whether the glass was bulletproof stuck in his mind and he chuckled and muttered to himself, "Of course, it's bulletproof, Jonathan." He stood up and looked around.He hadn't been here since the day of his father's assassination. Things had been moving too fast even for him to catch up. He was watching a live coverage of an accident that occurred on the I-60 highway. He shook his head, it was bound to happen sooner than later. He always said that people often oversped on that highway. He turned as the door opened and Oliver came in, "Welcome back, sir," he bowed. Jon nodded, "What have I missed here? How's this place holding up?" Oliver came and dropped a stack of papers on the table. Jon took one glance at it and groaned, "I thought wearied on doing this via em

HEADS TURNED AT the loud, guttural sound as Jon's car sped down the street. His phone rang as he swerved into a street, he tapped at a screen on his dashboard. The phone was connected to the car. Lucas's voice came through the speaker, "How's it going, Jonathan?" He asked. "I've left the hospital," Jon replied. "Is she going to be alright?" Lucas asked."Yeah, the doctors said she'll help fine," Jon said. Lucas sighed in relief, "That's good to hear. I'll speak with you when you get back home.""Wait… there's one more thing," Jon said. "Yeah?""She said something," Jon pressed his horn at some people crossing the road. "She said it wasn't an accident." "What do you mean?" Lucas asked. A second later, it dawned on him, "Someone was responsible?" Jon made a sound from his throat in agreement. "Did she say who?" Lucas asked. Jon made that same sound. "Who?""Maxim Ivanov!" Jon spat the name out. His tires screeched as he swerved into another street and accelerated. "Oh God!" Lu

JON WAS VERY tempted to reverse and turn back to Maxim's house and beat an answer out of the Russian. The track skipped and the voices were scratchy at some points so Jon could not hear what was being said. He took out the tape and put it in his pocket. He was going to get an answer by any means. He was going to cryptically ask Vincent if there was any way to get the content of a destroyed castle tape. If anyone knows how to do it, Vincent would surely know the person. But now at the moment, he was here to give a little ghetto town some hope of a brighter future. He stopped and parked at the edge of the community. He got out and looked around, the sun was high and harsh. Squinting against the light, he closed the door, locking it securely and then putting on dark sunshades. As he made his way into the ghetto, he noted that things were not any better than the last time he was here. And he remembered that Miguel had told him that a big man – no doubt Maxim – was willing to employ them

IT HAD BEEN two days since Jon left his mansion in New Jersey. To him, it was like New Jersey was the base of the Stone Empire and not New York as his father said. He simply had too many ties to this city. But this morning, he had woken up with an urge to check on the tower and even call in New York. He had to apologize to Vincent for delaying his retirement. After a quick breakfast and a text to Luke, he got into the already waiting limo and Luke drove him to the tower. They came to a stop in the underground garage of the tower. Jon rode the elevator directly to the top floor and came out. Oliver was waiting for him at the top. "What's going on, Oliver?" Jon asked, walking briskly down the hall and to his office. Oliver hustled beside Jon, fumbling with some papers in his hands before saying, "I got hold of a building contractor.""Hmm," Jon said without stopping or slowing down. Oliver held open the office door for him to enter before following and saying, "I set an appointment