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HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 122
THEY GOT TO the tower a half hour later. Luke parked near a large pickup truck. Aaron and Aaron Jr. got out. "So, is there any agreement that I would need to sign?" Aaron asked, standing near the front of the truck. Jon got out of his car and said, "Yes, I assume there might be," He nodded at the truck, "She yours?" Aaron nodded proudly and laughed, "Do you have anyone in this tower that looks like they can handle this?" Jon thought for a while and shook his head. "I thought as much," Aaron laughed and slapped the car's bonnet lightly. "When your crew arrives," Jon said, "I will have the contract ready for you to sign." Aaron nodded, "Deal." He hopped into the car beside his son and started the engine smoothly. The loud rumbling of the engine filled the quiet garage. "See you soon, Mr. Stone," Aaron called as he drove off. Jon nodded as he watched the car leave the garage. He collected the documents that Maria had signed from Luke and he rode the elevator to his office floor.
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 123
THE DINING TABLE was filled with people for breakfast once again. Just like before. Vincent had brought Mark home and they had given him a couple of rooms for his stay. So it was Jon, Lucas, Rick, Paxton, Vincent, and Mark O'Donnell. Not like the family it was. But also not so far off. Jon walked down the stairs and saw everyone was busy eating. He gave a nod to Mark O'Donnell whose eyes traveled everywhere as he ate. He gave a nod to Vincent who sat on the left side, next to Jon. His face was buried in the morning paper. He fist-bumped Paxton and Rick as he walked past them and gave Lucas a look as he sat down at the head of the table. Immediately, a cup of coffee was placed before him by a maid and he took a small sip. As usual, there was the occasion chatter at the table. Rick and Paxton had taken an immediate liking for Mark and they talked in hush tones as they ate. Jon cleared his throat to get Mark's attention before asking, "How is the unwinding of the tape coming?" Mark
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 124
"WHAT DO YOU mean by he saw you?" Maxim snarled. "Exactly how it sounds," The thick Russian snarled back, "He almost came to us. His eyes, Maxim, they looked like they wanted to kill us." Maxim stared directly into the eyes of his assassin and yelled, "You look into my eyes. Tell me what they look like." The three Russian assassins behind flinched, but not that thick one. He stared straight at Maxim but did not say anything. "Him, coming after you means that Nicole must have told him something…" He groaned and rusted his hair with his fingers, "Just to keep a low profile," Maxim snarled after a few seconds of harsh breathing, "And you fucked that up!" "We are not babysitters," the thick Russian snapped, "We are assassins!" "And you even failed at that," Maxim countered, "We would not be in any of this mess if you had just killed the woman in the first place." "Uh, we are not in any mess," the thick Russian snapped, "You," He pointed at Maxim's chest, "You are in a mess. And you
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 125
"GET US TWO shots of Russian vodka, eh?" Igor called to the bartender. She looked at them dryly and lazily reached for the cabinet of drinks behind her. She poured it into two small glass cups and pushed it expertly so that it came to a stop directly in front of each man. "I didn't come here to drink, Uncle," Maxim muttered. "But nothing is stopping you," Igor said, drinking his glass in one gulp. He patted Maxim behind his back and said, "Go on," He urged. Maxim hesitantly drained his glass. "Bring us two more, eh," Igor called again to the bartender. Maxim looked like he was about to argue, but he clamped his mouth shut and allowed himself to be cajoled into drinking by his uncle. After they had gone through 4 shots of vodka, his uncle Igor finally said, "So… You are here." Maxim nodded, "I am." "What brings you here?" Igor asked, "You look troubled.""That is because I am troubled," Maxim said. "Dis I tell you about a tape?" "What tape?" Igor asked absently. He signaled to
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 126
"Have a seat, please," Mr Mitrovic said. He gestured with a broad hand at the two chairs opposite his desk. Jon and Vincent took their seats and Mitrovic sat down on his leather chair. He pinned Jon with a stare and said, "Okay, Mr. Stone, you have my attention. What do you have for me?" Jon reached into his jacket and brought out a copy of the tape.He placed the tape on the table and Mitrovic leaned forward and took it. He ran his finger through the sides and examined it closely with his eyes before bringing out a player from a drawer beneath his desk and inserting the tape. He pressed the play button and the clearer voices of Nicole and Maxim poured through.They remained in silence as the tape played on. Mitrovic's face did not change and he kept his gaze locked with Jon's for the full length of the tape. When the tape scratched to an end, it was like they had all held their breath throughout. Mitrovic pressed the elect button and the tape whirred out of the player. Without s
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 127
"YOU SHOULD STOP by our tower for a bit before heading back to New Jersey," Vincent said as they got back on the plane. "I think I will," Jon replied. Vincent nodded and said something into the phone hanging by his side. He spoke to the pilot, telling him to redirect their course of flight to New York."Do you think Mr. Mitrovic will do anything?" Jon asked when they were airborne. Vincent nodded. "I know him from way back. Your father did too, and there are not more capable people in this world than him." Jon relaxed. He reclined his seat and let his thoughts drift. In the case where Mitrovic did not do anything to Jon's satisfaction, Jon already had a plan formulated in his head on how he would exact revenge. He thought back and tried to align his thoughts."Tell me again, how was my mother killed?" Jon asked. The question threw Vincent off for a second. That was not what he was expecting at all. He looked out the window and tried to gather his thoughts before replying. "Uh,"
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 128
JON TOOK HIS private jet back to New Jersey. A limousine was waiting for him already to take him to the estate where Antonio Orsatti was waiting. Jon wondered what it could be that brought a rival family member to his house. They drove into the garage and Jon stepped out, flanked by 4 bodyguards. Lucas's eyes widened when he saw the hefty men that flanked Jon. "Damn," He cursed. "You must be feeling like a president or something," Rick said. Jon chuckled. "You should take a rest before seeing your guest," Paxton said. "He's waiting," Jon replied."And you will make him wait more," Paxton said. Jon looked like he wanted to say something, but he closed his mouth and walked upstairs, followed by 3 guards. The other 2 remained downstairs, keeping watch of the ground floor. Jon took Paxton's advice and washed up carefully. He dressed up in a fresh three-piece designer suit before going downstairs. "He's in the study," Lucas said. Jon nodded and they both walked into the study.A
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 129
JON HAD HIS driver, Luke, drive him to the ghetto town that he was working on. He was glad to see that Aaron and his crew had started working already. They all looked professional with their helmets, shiny jackets, and large trucks. Amongst them, he could see some of the men from the ghetto working along with Aaron. "Mr. Stone," Aaron called as soon as he sighted Jon.Jon smiled and made a beeline to him. "I see you've started working," he nodded and looked around. "I told you. As soon as possible," Aaron said and guffawed loudly. "There is someone I want you to meet." He said. Then he turned and yelled, "Oi, Carter!" A disembodied voice yelled back, "What?!" "Get over here!" Aaron yelled back. Jon could not see who was replying because of the flurry of activities going on. Foundations were being dug. Scaffoldings were being built. All at the same time. A small man came through the bustle of activities. "Mr. Stone, this is Carter," Aaron said. "He is the brains. The architect.