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HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 49
A WEEK HAS PASSED since Mr Bach's meeting with Lucas but it still bugged Jon's mind at the strange way that the meeting ended. Mr Bach seemed very hurried in his leaving. Jon came downstairs to breakfast wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans."You're not going to work today?" Paxton asked. "I guess I am," Jon replied, sitting down and reaching for the daily newspaper. He had adopted his father's way of eating breakfast while going through the paper. The business world was quite calm and stable at the moment. No scandal. No hearing of Maxim Ivanov or The Orsattis in any article. Jon sighed in relief and closed the paper. "Hey, man," Rick said, coming into the dining room, "Look at this," He held out his phone for them to look at his screen. "Amanda is hosting a party?" Jon asked. "Yeah!" Rick nodded, slumping into a seat beside Jon. "Party for what?" Paxton asked"I don't know," Rick shrugged, "What does it matter? So listen, Jon," He said in a serious tone, "How cool would it be t
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 50
"HELLO TO YOU too, Dad," Maxim said sourly. His father scoffed, he stood up from the log of wood from which he watched his birds. "Come in," He said to Maxim as he walked past him. Maxim followed his father through a glass door in the back of the house. The house looked like it was printed from the page of a magazine. Everywhere was sparkling clean. "You care for some breakfast?" His father asked. Maxim shrugged nonchalantly, "I guess. I know how much you love cooking." His father smiled slightly, turning on the stove. In a few minutes, the sweet aroma of something nice filled the air and the sound of sizzling could be heard. Maxim could hear his stomach growl at the scent of the aroma. His father turned to him, "So… entering business with the Mafia, are you?" "Where did you hear that?" Maxim asked, not in any mood to discuss morals with his father, "You spend all your time watching flying rats and little dinosaurs." His father chuckled and stirred what was cooking, "I don'
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 51
MAXIM TOOK HIS time driving to the meeting point. He was going to apologise for the change in location anyway, so why not do something worth apologising for? After another half an hour, he pulled into the parking lot of The Cuisine, an exotic continental restaurant.A very big pickup truck was parked in the lot, instinct told Maxim that that was Leonardo's car. He parked his car next to the pickup and got out. He looked around as he stepped out and was surprised to see Leonardo had waited in his truck and only got out when Maxim arrived. "You are late," Leonardo grunted. He wore an expensive-looking leather jacket with numerous zippers. His hair and ponytail looked like it was styled with an excess amount of gel, it glistened in the sun."I am very sorry," Maxim said in a not-so-sorry tone. Leonardo snorted and they both went into the restaurant. As they sat, Leonardo said, "I know you don't want to be here, well, neither do I. But nobody opposes my grandfather." Maxim chuckled
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 52
A FEW DAYS has passed since the incident in Lucas's office. They had barely spoken since then and only saw themselves during dinner – breakfast was barely held together anymore. Jon had not spoken about it to any of his friends, they were mostly busy preparing for Paxton's holiday. Jom woke up that morning and vaguely remembered that today was the day his holiday started. He rolled out of bed lazily, he had slept late. He had buried his eyes deep into the way the airline industry was going for the past 30 years and what it entails to have a commercial plane and at the end of it, he had decided to open an airport too. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, he glanced at the clock and calculated that he has slept for only 4 hours. "Not nearly enough," He muttered to himself as he stood up and headed for the bathroom. A cold shower and a few minutes later, he came out of the bathroom, still half asleep. He picked some random clothes and put them on. He pushed aside the thick volumes of boo
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 53
JON AND RICK were in the sitting room that evening when they heard the smooth sound of a luxury car pulling into the driveway. Jon looked up from the laptop he had been staring at for the past 3 hours. Rick stood up and went to the window. He pulled back the curtain and peeked through. "It's your Dad," He turned and went to the door before the men got there. Jon stood up and joined Rick at the door. The limousine opened and Jeff came out, smiling at the sight of his friends. He stepped aside for Vincent to come through before Stefan came out. Vincent gave Jon a small nod as they came to the house. Jon returned the nod to Vincent, hugged Jeff and shook his father's hand. Rick bowed to Stefan and shook Vincent's hand. He clamped his arm around Jeff's shoulders. "How's it going, Jonathan?" Stefan asked. Jon shrugged, "Do come in," He stepped aside to allow them to pass through. "Welcome back sir," Maureen greeted from the hallway. "Thank you, Maureen," Stefan replied. "Would
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 54
JON AND RICK sat alone in a small room. It had some artworks there – including the dejected lad. Jon his hand over the sculpture. "Pfft," Rick said, "That thing is ugly." "Yeah, I know right." Jom agreed. The door opened and they turned to see Jeff come in. "What's up, guys?" Jeff asked. "We are just talking about the ugliness of this," Rick said. Jeff laughed, "It depicts something deeper than physical beauty." Jom scoffed and sat down on a plush cushion. "How's it going, Jeff?" Jeff shrugged, "Well, you know how it is." "We don't know how it is," Rick said, "How is New York?" "Yeah, tell us," Jon said, moving around to find a comfortable spot and prevent the cushion from swallowing him. "You know," Jeff said, running his finger through his hair, "It is hectic… and distracting." "Hmm," Jon said. "Yeah, it is much more busier than New Jersey. We barely slept for complete 8 hours. By 5 a.m. I will be woken up and prepared to leave by 6:30…" Jeff said, "And then we are flyi
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 55
THE FLIGHT TO Illinois was uneventful. True to Maureen's word, the flight got awfully cold and he wrapped himself with the quilt that she had given him.A few hours later, they touched down at an airport in Illinois. Jon got his luggage from the baggage claim and headed for the main gate. He saw a security man that looked very familiar. He can never forget those bulky shoulders, but to be sure, he went round to see the face of the man, and he was right. "Hello, Rico," Jon said coolly. The man turned blankly and looked at Jon. Jon could see the screws in his brain working overtime to remember where he had been seen. Jon could never forget. He can never forget that night. The night of his birthday. The night of Kim's ultimate betrayal… and it was with this man standing in front of him. "Don't remember me, do you?" Jon asked again, raising his eyebrow. The man, Rico, still had a blank face as he stared at Jon. "You know," Jon said, "Big car, food delivery boy… worn out bike. Dirt
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 56
"OH, MY GOD," Kim said, "I heard you were in New Jersey."Jon nodded. "Please don't get out of the car," He muttered under his breath, "Please God, don't let her get out of the car." He prayed quietly, barely moving his lips. Apparently, his prayers were not answered, because Kim opened her door and stepped out. "I see you're back in Illinois doing…" She walked unsteadily in 6inches pump shoes, "... you're back doing menial work?" She looked at his oil stained shirt and fingers. Jon smiled, he did not miss the sarcasm and jeer in her cheerful tone. "Well," He shrugged. "Aww, come here," She said. He could not escape it as she enclosed him in her arms and kissed him full on the lips. "What was wrong with New Jersey? You couldn't cope with the fast life there?" She asked. Jon pulled away and wiped his lips, "That's not it…" He sighed and decided that he didn't owe Kimberly any explanation so he just shrugged and wiped his hand on his shirt. Kim made a face at what he just did b
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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
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
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.
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
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
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
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
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
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
