SHE WAS EXACTLY how Jon remembered her to be. Beautiful and elegant. But as Jon remembered her looks, that was the same way he remembered the embarrassment she had caused him in front of Maxim. So he put on an aloof air as he looked at her and said, "Ms Bishop, I presume?" She scoffed and sat down on a stool beside Jon and ordered a dry martini from the bartender. "Can we just put off the act?" She said into her drink. "What are you talking about?" Jon asked. "It's not a coincidence that a food delivery boy saves my ass when I was drunk and then turns out to be the son of one of the most powerful men in the world, and then he outbids my fiancé in a total humiliating manner. What is going on here, Jonathan Stone?" Jon scoffed, "I absolutely have no idea of what you are talking about." He finished his drink, "If you're looking for someone with whom you can spin conspiracy theories, then I suggest you find another person. I'm done here." He stood up with Paxton and started to walk
JON AND PAXTON shared the boat in silence as it bobbed and cut through the water smoothly. Paxton turned and looked at the silhouette of QEII as they sped off. Now, it was just a large black shape with gold lights shining through its numerous windows. Paxton smiled and sighed, Jon knew that something had happened between his friend and the woman. He called the car - which had a designated number - and Luke picked it up and said, "Hello sir." "We are on our way to shore. Come pick us up.""Okay, sir," Luke said and ended the call. Paxton was still smiling when they pulled up at the dock and got out. They climbed the wooden stairs and got up to the road when their Lincoln luxury car was coming over already. Luke flashed the headlight twice to make his presence known."That's Luke. Let's go home," Jon said. Paxton nodded and followed Jon to the car, he threw a last glance at the yacht before entering the car. The car pulled away and nosed into the highway smoothly. Luke was a tale
JON WAS THE first one to come down that morning. His mind was not at rest as he woke up. It was something like a premonition. He knew something out of the ordinary was about to happen. He rolled over and glanced at the digital clock with its numbers glowing in the darkness. 4.53 am. It was already to late to go back to sleep. He sighed and sat up. He could not go back to sleep so he might as well prepare for work. He went to the bathroom to wash up and shave. Even after a cold shower, he still felt sleepy and dizzy. He pulled a t-shirt over his head and hopped into jogger pants before going downstairs. He had read somewhere that jogging clears the mind so that was what he was about to do. He went into a side closet where different shoes that he had not worn before were arranged. He looked at the arrangments of the shoes, air Jordans, Nike shoes, Gucci and other designers that he did not even recognize. But those were not what he was looking for, he picked a comfy-looking shoe tha
"MASTER LUCAS," VINCENT said, standing up to greet the newcomer. "Ohh… breakfast," Poppy said, giving Stefan a peck on the cheek before seating down and piling her plates high with pancakes. "What are you doing here, Poppy?" Stefan asked."Okay," Poppy took a deep breath and said, "So I woke up this morning, right?" She chewed on her food dramatically, "I was ready to have an absolutely normal day at school, but I received a text," She drank some orange juice, "I received a text from Lucas. Turned out my brother just flew into the country and wanted me to pick him up from the airport, so… here I am," She finished with a bow. Stefan turned to Lucas, "We weren't expecting you back until tomorrow."The newcomer, Lucas shrugged and dropped his briefcase on a seat in the living room and walked to the dining, removing his jacket as he walked, "I rounded up what I was doing and decided to come home early. But I can go back, it seems like I am interrupting some old 'family' reunion," He ga
A COOL SMILE hung around the sides of Maxim's lips as Edgar swung the shotgun from Antonio to him. He knew with the gun that Edgar held, accurate targeting was not needed, just face the gun in the general direction and fire, it would spray lead across a wide angle and annihilate not him and Antonio, and most of the wooden shack behind him. But he did not panic, he knew Edgar would not shoot. "Ivanov," He said, raising his hand, "Maxim Ivanov." Edgar grunted, "Oh I know you, sir." He faced Antonio with the shotgun, "Now, You!" Maxim dropped his hands and smiled, if Edgar pressed the trigger, he would still be affected. "I'm Antonio. Antonio Orsatti," Antonio said quickly. "Huh?" Edgar took a step forward. "Hey. I'm an Orsatti, you fucker," Antonio said, shuffling backwards. "I'm the youngest son in the Orsatti family." Edgar wiggled his bushy eyebrows and snorted. But he lowered the gun, "So you're the weakling son I've been hearing about," He snorted, "I never thought I would
THE TABLE WAS silent for a moment, only the sound of Poppy chewing filled the air."I am jet lagged," Lucas said, standing up, "I think I will head up to my room to rest." Stefan nodded, "Go and rest Lucas," He said, "We will talk later." Lucas nodded and turned to walk away. "Hey, you," Lucas called to a servant boy, "Carry those suitcases and follow me." He turned to Stefan, "My normal room?" Stefan looked at Vincent, who nodded in reply. Lucas went up the stairs with the servant boy carrying his suitcase behind him. He was boiling with a strange type of anger. He was not related to the Stone family by blood. He was only here because his mother was smart enough to latch onto Stefan for a period of time and Stefan had seen potential in him. But now, just when he is levelling up and about to prove what he can do to the family's business and wealth, a new guy – related by true blood, this time – shows up. "Drop them there and get out," He snapped at the servant boy who quickly
Godfather Orsatti had seen it all. It was no small deal to be the Cartel of New Jersey. Growing up as the child of an illegal immigrant, Vittorio Orsatti had seen it all there is to see. From being bullied, to being beaten, to almost being raped. His father had worked as a small fisherman, barely getting enough fish to eat, not to talk of selling to get money. So Vittorio had gone out into the streets. He started by being a ratboy - these were young boys that stayed on the streets, gathering information for their boss - and then he got promoted from that and became a runner for the Cartel of the City at the time. He was a small lad that knew how to sneak past police even when he carried a huge amount of drugs. That went on from when he was 12 to when he was 15 years old – 3 years of hardship and crime. But at 15, he had not gone over to the other side. He had not killed anybody. That changed a few weeks before his 16th birthday. He was out moving 1kg of meth ice through the ghetto
IT HAS BEEN a week since Lucas arrived. A very long and uncomfortable week for Jon. He and Lucas had barely exchanged more than 20 words throughout that week, although that did not bother Jon, he had other things to think and worry about. Edgar seemed to be avoiding him. Tristan Reed, the boat guy, was encountering some problems getting materials so the boat building was halted for now too.The past week was hectic in the business world too. Shares and the stock market were falling. People's net worths were dropping, many people lost hundreds of billions in net worth. Luckily, The Stone Empire lost only $57 billion over the past week and though, it might not seem like much, it was still something to make Stefan Stone worry. The billionaire magazines held nothing happy or bright throughout the week, each man was determined to fill his pockets and overtake the next man in the lost of top billionaires. Jon noticed just that morning that Stefan seemed to have more wrinkles around his e