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HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 106
"What the fuck?" Lucas snarled, "What do you mean under arrest? Do you know who this man is?" He asked. Sergeant Baker rested his hand on the roof of the limo and leaned down to stare at them through the slightly opened window. "I know exactly who he is, sir. Matter of fact, I know who both of you are, and for that reason, it's a house arrest." "That doesn't make things any better," Lucas flared up. Jon smiled wryly and said, "It does, Lucas. It does make things better. Just calm down or the both of us will end up arrested," He patted Lucas's hand. Lucas took a deep breath to calm himself down. Jon turned and stared at the policeman cooly, "Sergeant Baker you said?" The police officer nodded his head once. "On what grounds do you have to place me under arrest," Jon asked. The Sergeant opened his mouth to talk but Jon stilled him with a raised hand and said, "And it had better be a fucking good reason, or else, I'll make sure I put you and your buddies out of jobs for the rest of
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 107
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
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 108
"I NEVER GOT to tell you," Maxim said, pouring a gold-colored drink into two glass cups, "You did well. Your speech was moving." Antonio scoffed, "I don't think the guests saw it like that," he took a cup from Maxim and drank deeply. "Not even my father saw it moving enough to speak to me." "Your old man hasn't spoken to you since then?" Maxim asked, taking a small drink from his cup. Antonio nodded, "But I received calls from my brothers though. They heard the news." "Yeah," Maxim agreed, "News like that travels fast." Antonio dropped his now empty cup on the table and stood up, he walked to the end of the room and stared at a huge life-size canvas painting that covered the whole wall. Maxim watched him from the rim of his cup as he sipped on his drink. "This house could do with a little renovation, don't you think?" He asked. "Yeahh…" Antonio said slowly, his eyes never leaving the painting. With a sudden burst of energy, he reached up and ripped the whole canvas painting dow
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 109
"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
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 110
AN HOUR LATER, the soft whine of a luxury car drove into the estate. Jon was sitting in the main study, he looked out the window and saw that it was two cars. A familiar Cadillac that Vincent normally rode in, and a small fancy Pontiac. That was a lady's car. Jon sighed and stood up from the table. He walked out the door just as Vincent walked in, closely followed by Nicole. Vincent held out a piece of paper in his hand. He handed it to Jon who read it through before looking up. Vincent nodded, "Yeah. It's a document of bail. That thing is coming off." A door on the far end of the foyer opened and Rick and Paxton walked out. Rick stretched and said, "I thought I heard your voice," he walked and took Vincent's hand. "Yeah," Vincent nodded. "I stopped by earlier." "I heard," Rick said, "I came out, but it seemed like you were gone by then." Vincent nodded and said, "I didn't stay for long.""What of Jeff?" Paxton asked. "He stayed in New York," Vincent answered. "What are you doin
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 111
"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
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 112
NICOLE SPED ON the I-60 highway. She was shaking with shock and disbelief at what she just heard from Maxim. Yes, she had always known that he was ruthless…but not to that level. He seemed and sounded like a completely different person like he had lost his mind in the search for power and revenge. And now he was involving her parents in his grand evil scheme. She pressed on the gas even harder. She was almost nearing the intersection that either led to the Residential side of town or out and to the area where the police headquarters were. She was deciding on whether she should head over to the Stone mansion to make a copy of the recorded tape in her glove compartment or she should head directly to the national police district headquarters. She knew that almost all the cops in New Jersey are under the Orsatti – and therefore, Maxim's – payroll. She would not know who to trust. Even the National police, she was going to go straight to the Marshall. To someone who was not looking fo
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 113
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
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CHAPTER 138
"HOW ARE YOU feeling today?" Jon asked as they left the hospital. His hand was around Nicole's waist, supporting her as they walked out with her nurse in tow. "A lot better," Nicole smiled. "That room was starting to feel a little crampy." Jon chuckled. "There is a lot of space where you are going now." Nicole smiled. They got into the waiting limousine and Jon's driver pulled out of the parking lot. It had been a week since Maxim fled for Russia and things had been relatively quiet. There were no talks about assassins or attempted murders anymore. For Jon, the only annoying part was Antonio Orsatti, strutting around like a peacock. He had to do something about him. But what? He asked himself. "What are you thinking about?" Nicole's voice drew Jon back to the present. He shook his head. "Nothing, nothing. I'm excited you are coming home with me." Nicole gave him a knowing smile and said. "Maxim is behind us now."Jon coughed out a laugh. "Why said anything about Maxim?" He as
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CHAPTER 137
JON DROVE TO the hospital parked, at the end of the lot and sat in the car, taking deep breaths and calming himself. He ran his hands over the steering wheel. There was a loud whine of an engine behind him. He turned to see a Porsche squeal into the parking lot some yards away from him. He turned to see Antonio get out of the car. He flipped a loose strand of his long hair behind his ear. He put on sunshades and then walked into the hospital. Jon was in awe of what Antonio was doing here. "What the fuck?" Jon muttered under his breath. "When did they even release him?" He asked himself. He wanted to follow Antonio and confront him about what he was doing here, but he decided to wait it out and see how it played out. He did not have to wait for long because, after a few minutes, he saw Antonio coming back out. Jon opened his car door and folded himself out. Antonio was taken aback for half a second when he saw Jon standing in the parking lot. He looked hesitant to approach Jon bu
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CHAPTER 136
THE MANSION WAS lit up with sirens the following morning. A servant tapped on Jon's door to wake him up. He brushed his teeth, washed his face, and went down in his pajamas. Alex Brandon and Mirtovic stood in his grand foyer. He stepped out just at the same time as Vincent, who was a little more formally dressed than Jon. "Head director," Vincent nodded at Mitrovic, and then he turned to Brandon, "Head director," he nodded again. "To what do I owe this surprise?" Jon asked dryly. Lucas came out of his suite and eyed the men. If looks could kill, both Mitrovic and Alex would have dropped dead. "Have a seat and drinks maybe," Mitrovic said. Jon snorted and led them into the study room. Lucas poured out 5 glasses of Whiskey. Vincent declined his, "A little too early for alcohol. Don't you think?" Jon nodded in agreement. He collected the glass from Lucas but did not drink it. "What do you have to tell us?" Mitrovic took a drink from his cup before saying, "News just got to us.
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CHAPTER 135
"YOU CAN GO in now, Mister Stone." Jon stood up and gave a small nod at the FBI agents who had spoken to him. He walked into the room to see Lucas seated. Lucas looked up and gave a smile that did not reach his eyes. "I told you something would happen," Lucas said when Jon came in. "They screwed it up, didn't they?" Jon nodded. He paced the small room and massaged his eye socket. "You should call Vincent," Lucas said. Jon stopped and looked at Lucas like he was about to argue. But then he nodded again, "I will. What were the charges against you? Why did they bring you in?"Lucas scoffed. "Did they need to have a reason?" He asked back. "I saw the way the Brandon guy looked at me that first time, he wanted to bring me in from there." Jon didn't have anything to say to that. So he sighed and said, "I am going to get you out of here." Lucas nodded as Jon left the room. He got back into his car and sped out of the parking lot. His mind was spinning as he drove into the mansion. H
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CHAPTER 134
IT WAS ONE importance of having numerous contacts in every area of the world. One of his contacts had informed him of the incoming arrest. Maxim had been in the kitchen, making himself breakfast when he received a text from his contact saying that there was a big arrest of a Russian coming the next day, all the bosses in the head offices were riled up and prepared. That was all the heads up that Maxim needed. He tossed the eggs into the trash can and left the house without even parking a bag. Just his car key and the clothes on his body. He hopped into his G-wagon and drove gently – He didn't overspeed. Nothing to catch their attention – to the airport. He told his pilot to take a one way flight to Russia immediately but that was not possible. The pilot had told him that the fuel wouldn't carry them nonstop, so they had to make a stop in France to refuel, before making the last half of the journey. That sounded fine. He just wanted to be out of New Jersey when the FBI came knockin
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CHAPTER 133
JON HAD A very short night. He woke up 3 hours after he closed his eyes, and his eyes remained open. After lying prone for a long time, he turned and glanced at the bedside clock. It was 6 a.m. "I might as well prepare for my flight back to New Jersey," He muttered as he threw the covers back and swung his leg over the edge of the bed. He grunted to his feet and went to the bathroom. He stepped into the cold shower to wake him up for the morning. After washing up, he headed downstairs where the maids were already setting the table. Vincent had told them last night that the big boss was going to leave very early the following morning, so they had to wake early to make sure he is well taken care of.Jon took a seat at the dining table and nodded as his meal was served. "Have one of you get my bags from my room upstairs," He said to a servant boy who nodded and headed up immediately to get the bag. Jon took a bite of his breakfast and then turned to another servant nearby, "Go knock o
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CHAPTER 132
JON COULD NOT believe his ears. He stood on the port deck and watched the distance as Chambers approached their closest ship docked in the open sea. "Did you hear what I said, Master Stone?" Vincent asked. Jon nodded and said, "I just need some time to process the information." Vincent nodded and held his hand behind his back. He let Jon mull over the information in silence. After a few minutes, Jon asked, "Are they going in hot?" Vincent nodded, "Frok what he told me, They've got the FBI and Interpol with them. I don't see any way Maxim Ivanov would escape his arrest." "Lucas seems to think they'll screw it up somehow."Vincent gave a sad chuckle. "Your stepbrother has always had a pessimistic outlook. But I want you to see the bright side." Jon nodded, "By tomorrow, everything will be over. Maxim will be behind bars or facing trial snd my fiance will be safe again." Vincent nodded. "Yes. You should be glad."Jon was not sure how he was feeling. He still had a tugging at the b
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CHAPTER 131
JON HAD BEEN flying constantly between New York and New Jersey over the last week. More guards had been stationed from Washington D.C. to his house and office. He had a fleet of 8 large vessels now and was finally going to speak with Miguel about the trading routes. He was just finishing a cup of coffee when Oliver popped into his office. "Sir, there's someone here to see you," He said. Jon raised an eyebrow, "Who is it?" Oliver cane in and closed the door gently behind him. He cleared his throat and said, "She said she's from the NBC news station. They want to run a story on you." Jon was surprised. "Me?" He asked. Oliver nodded. "Personally, I don't like the media. I can turn her away if you like. The desk downstairs held her." Jon swiveled on his chair and thought aboht it. Then he shook his head and said, "No. Let her up." Oliver nodded dutifully and walked out. Jon shook his head and smiled wryly. He picked up his telephone and called Lucas's office. He was answered wit
- HEIR from the STREET
CHAPTER 130
IT WAS ALMOST a week since Jon went to see Mitrovic with the evidence. The past week has moved in a blur and it had been relatively calm. There was no assassination attempt, no faked accident. It was just a week of business, visiting Nicole, staying in constant communications with New York, and handling things in New Jersey.Jon was at the office when Oliver walked in, "I just secured another deal for a large vessel." "Hmm," Jon nodded. "That makes it the seventh.""Yes, sir.""How much did this one go for?" Jon asked. "Uh, 120 million dollars," "Is it worth it?" Jon asked. Oliver nodded. "Yes, yes. For sure." "Okay then," Jon rubbed his palms together. "Have it sailed and docked in New York. I will be headed there by the end of this week. I'll have the workers ready too." Oliver nodded. "We would need a sea line plotter," Jon paused and looked up, "What do you mean?" Oliver cleared his throat, "We'll, sir. They can't just be roaming the free waters like some pirates. They nee
