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HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 22
MAXIM STOOD AND paced around the small room nervously, his hair stood in disarray from constant ruffling with his fingers. His uncle Igor stood, resting on the wall, smoking his cigar and blowing it in circles. "That's it." Maxim said, "I'm done here. I'm out." "Out?" Igor asked, "What do you mean by out?" "Exactly how it sounds uncle." Maxim replied, heading for the door, "I'm out of here." "Wait wait," Igor dropped his cigar and stubbed it out with the toe of his shoe. "You're not a quitter!" "I'm not quitting anything. I never agreed to this." Maxim snapped. "True. That's fair enough." Igor said he put his hand in his pocket, "But then, what is your next plan, eh?" "I don't know." Maxim shrugged, "I might go to Houston to see Dad. He must have heard the news…" "And what do you think he will tell you?" Igor cut Maxim short, "Eh? Go on, answer me." Maxim looked down and refused to meet his uncle's eyes. "He will tell you that such is how the billionaire business world is,"
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 23
JON LOOKED OUT of the window of his office. He could not believe it. It felt like he was on top of the world. It looked like he was on top of the world. The company's building topped every skyscraper around them and Jon's office took the whole of the top floor. "You like it?" His father asked. He turned to see Stefan walking with two glasses of whiskey in his hand. Jon collected the glass and turned to look out of the full glass window. "It's breathtaking." "Yeah." Stefan brought the glass to his lips and took a drink. "There's the bay area, there." He gestured to the left side. "You can see parts of the water if you look over the skyline." "Yeah, I see it." Jon nodded and then turned to look at his father, who was seating on a plush cushion, "So what does the family do?" He asked, walking back to seat on the CEO's chair. Stefan chuckled at Jon's confidence and said, "A lot of things, but what you'll be heading in this tower is our Real Estate and property development in this a
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 24
"BUT WHAT IS IN Delaware, eh?" Igor asked, following Maxim to the Lincoln parked behind the mansion. "Jonathan Stone," Maxim said, slamming the trunk shut and heading to the driver's door. "What? How do you know that?" Igor asked. Maxim held the driver's door, half opened and turned to look at his uncle, "I have my sources." He said, before folding himself into the car and closing the door. "You should be going with a driver," Igor muttered. "Driving is therapeutic, uncle," Maxim said, stepping harder on the gas to rev the engine up.Igor sighed, "But don't be a stranger, eh?" Igor called over the roar of the car engine, "Be sure to visit sometime, eh?" "I will," Maxim called back as he reversed and turned to face the gate, as the small Latino gate man ran to open the gate. Maxim chuckled as he nosed his way past the door and screeched off in the car, "I will visit more often, Uncle Igor." "And put some ice cubes on your face," Igor called after the already-gone car. He sighed
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 25
JONATHAN STONE'S CARD just declined. He almost had a panic attack caused by past trauma. He never thought he'd ever hear that sound again in his life. The shop attendant gave him a weird look. Jon collected the card, cleaned it on his trouser and handed it back, "Try it again." She swiped the card through the machine again, it beeped an alarm and flashed red again. "It is declining, sir." The sales girl said, sarcastically. "I can see that!" Jon snapped. "Maybe… you don't have enough money in the account." She said. "Careful how you speak to him," Rick intoned. "Well, he should be sure he has enough money before going on a shopping spree…" She snapped back. Jon was quiet. He was confused. "Sir, I don't mind, I can drop the clothes," Oliver said in a small voice. "No," Jon said."No." The sales girl said simultaneously, "We have a no-return policy." "What?" Rick asked, "According to your 'policy', it only applies when the product has stayed for 24 hours with the customer. W
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 26
"I HAVE NEVER done so, sir." Oliver said, "You might run at a loss." "Well, Rick is going with you," Jon said. "I am?" Rick asked. Jon nodded, "But not to worry. Today, we are just going to look around. See the person we need to talk to, that's all. But we need to portray a powerful appearance." Oliver took a deep breath to calm himself. "Chill dude," Rick said, giving Oliver a playful jab, "They can't kill us." "You think?" Oliver asked. "Just be calm," Jon said, "Drop us off here." He said to the driver, "We will walk the rest of the way." The driver pulled to a stop in the street and they got out, "Circle around the block, we won't be long…" Jon said as he got out. "Come on, boys." He said, buttoning up his jacket. "We should have taken the car all the way into the bay," Rick said, looking around at the hostile stares coming from everyone around. They stood out like a sore thumb. "Why take the car all the way there?" Jon replied, "My aim is for us to be inconspicuous and
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 27
Mr Edgar was a thick, barrel-chested man elderly man, who looked like he wrestled or was a boxer in his younger days. He still had residue of the body muscles. He had sand-coloured hair, which he kept medium length. And yes, he was something like a bay keeper. He oversaw all the activities that went on in the bay - from the tourists visiting and fishing to the illegal sides too. So he wasn't too surprised to see a rich-looking man enter what he called his office these days. Nothing happened on this bay without Edgar knowing about it. "Mr Edgar?" Jon asked, bending his head to enter the small one-roomed office. The office was a small building that stood alone at the edge of the bay. Just where it linked to the other part of town. It was whitewashed from the sun heating down on it and water from high tides washing against it. "Yes?" Mr Edgar said in a gruff voice. "I'm Jonathan," Jon said, extending his hand. Edgar looked at the hand in front of him and snorted, "Stone?" Jon was t
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 28
THE DRIVE BACK to the tower was a quiet one. As his BMW sped on the highway, Jon was deep in thought. His head was already planning the building infrastructure and mode of operation for the factory. Now, what he needed were boats. Big large boats. They parked in the reserved garage space and took the elevator up, while Luke parked perfectly. As soon as Jon, Rick and Oliver stepped out on their floor, the receptionist on their floor hurried forward and said, "Sir, there is a man waiting in your office." Jon raised an eyebrow. "Hmm." The news was spreading fast about him being the new head. "Rick?" He turned, "Text Jeff. He should be with my father. Ask him what they're up to." "I'll do that," Rick said. "This man…" Jon turned back to the receptionist, "What is his name?" "He did not leave any, sir." She said, "He said you were acquainted with each other, sir." Jon scoffed, "Find an office on this suite for Mr Sinclair and Mr Miller." He said to the receptionist, referring to
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 29
MAXIM ENTERED THE car that was waiting for him at the airport as soon as he landed in New Jersey. While he might seem like a lone ranger, no serious family. But in truth, Maxim Ivanov had a very wide stretch of influence, mostly because of his Russian ties. The Russians see mother to child relationship as stronger than anything, that is one reason they call the country, motherland, and so each of them from Maxim's mother's side would protect him with their lives. They would do anything to make him get an upper hand in the foreign land. He entered the car and pulled out of the airport parking lot, carefully nosing his way into the I-95 highway, "Call Antonio." He said to nobody. "Calling Antonio…" A robotic voice answered and a dialing tone filled the air. There was no answer till the dial tone ended. "Call Antonio again." He said. "Calling Antonio again…" A dialling tone filled the air again. "Hey hey, Maxim…" A cheery voice picked up the phone and said from the other side. "H
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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
- HEIR from the STREET
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.
- HEIR from the STREET
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
- HEIR from the STREET
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
