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HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 37
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
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 38
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
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 39
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
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 40
JON BOLTED OUT of his office. He was vaguely aware that Lucas followed him. Oliver and Rick looked at him with wide, alarmed eyes as he bounded past, closely followed by Lucas. They stood still for half a second before running after Jon. Jon entered the elevator with Lucas slipping in at the last moment. "What are you doing?" Jon asked Lucas as the elevator went down. Lucas didn't answer. The elevator was moving too slowly for Jon's face-paced mind. He nervously tapped his foot, as if that would speed it up. As soon as it touched ground at the underground garage and the door started sliding open, Jon jumped out and into the BMW, not waiting for Luke, his driver, who was nowhere to be found. He started the engine and started speeding away when Lucas jumped in beside him too into the passenger seat. Jon looked at his stepbrother who shrugged and said, "What?" He laughed, "I'm just here to offer support and comfort. I'm sure you need it." He reached behind him to pull down his seat
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 41
JON WALKED INTO his office in confident strides. His head was already planning what next to do. "Oh, I thought you lot had gotten lost," Lucas said when he saw Jon walk in. "Shut up, Lucas," Jon snapped. He walked to his table. "What is going on with you?" Lucas asked even though he did not really care. Jon ignored the question, "What colour are you wearing tonight?" He asked. Lucas shrugged, "What does it matter?" "Dad said we need to show a united front," Jon explained. "That doesn't mean we get to dress alike," Lucas said, patting his hair. "Just tell me –" "I am wearing the normal traditional black suit," Lucas snapped, "Happy now?" Jon nodded and glanced at his watch, He had about some hours to prepare. Nicole Bishop had not still returned his call, He sighed. She was the fiance of one of his rivals, he should not think about her this much."I'm headed back home," Jon said, "Stay here and run the company," He walked out muttering, "That's what you want anyway."Lucas
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 42
THE PARTY WAS being held in a beach house that instantly put Jon in awe as soon as it came in sight. He kept his eyes on it as they approached. Lucas jabbed him in the elbow and said, "Don't look like that. It's not a sophisticated look." Jon frowned and asked, "How does that concern you?" "You will be seen with me. We will be seen as partners," Lucas said, brushing his cuffs, "Any slip-up of yours will be a slip-up of mine too." Jon huffed, "Yeah, right. I won't slip up." "Good," Lucas nodded. Luke pulled the car to a stop just at the mouth of the horde of paparazzi and media. The cameras started flashing even before the car came to a complete stop. The door opened and Lucas stepped out and flashed a brilliant smile at the camera. Jon stepped out too and they recognized him from the upset at the art exhibit. They went crazy with excitement. Numerous lights flashed as the cameramen took pictures. Jon's smile felt more like a grimace as he was temporarily blinded. Lucas, who st
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 43
LUCAS WAS SURROUNDED by a group of about 7 people and he was in their middle. Their eyes and concentration was focused on whatever it was that he was saying. They had even forgotten to drink their wine, the glass cups just hung loosely on their fingers, like it would drop at any moment. Jon walked closer to them and heard Lucas just ending his story, "... AND SO I concluded that those Spanish have no idea how to do business," Lucas ended his story wuth a mock bow and the people around him burst out in laughter. Jon shook his head, his stepbrother was really a natural in this setting. It was like he was born into wealth. Jon rested his hand on the counter of the bar and looked around. There was no familiar face. He saw no reason for him to be here anymore since he had already known that it was Maxim and Antonio Orsatti that was behind the building on his shore space. Jon rang Luke and told him to bring the car over to the front door. He walked up to Lucas and his circle of friend
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 44
JON WOKE UP feeling hungover. He felt a very serious migraine."What did I have to drink last night?" He mumbled to himself as he rolled over. His head felt like a game of catch was being held in his skull. He swung his leg over the side of his bed and sat up. His head was pounding as he headed to the bathroom to wash up. He still had no idea of what to do next regarding his business life. Should he play safe and leave it as it is, and keep on enjoying the rewards of his father and grandfather? Or should he go against the odds and try again, risking running at a loss and humiliation?Those were the thoughts circling his head as he stood in the cold shower and shampooed his hair. He washed up and came out a few minutes later, dripping water all over the floor. He opened his closet, not in the mood for any type of suit, so he picked a shirt and suit pants. He left the top button open, folded the sleeves of the shirts and as an afterthought, he grabbed a thick woollen sweater and hun