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HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 72
"ARE YOU READY for today?" Maxim asked when Kimberly came into the kitchen. Kimberly yawned slightly and went to open the refrigerator, "Do I have a choice?" She asked, before slamming the door shut and opening the carton of milk that she had gotten out. Maxim sneered as he stirred the eggs in his frying pan, "You have a choice, Ms Berkley," Maxim said, "Although you made the right one." "Yeah, right," Kimberly said. She opened the carton and drank the milk, "What you're cooking smells good," She said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and dropping the carton on the counter. Maxim raised an eyebrow and muttered, "Everything is cook always smells nice," He turned off the stove and took the pan down. Kim rested on the counter and folded her arms, "Why are you staying in this place?" She asked, looking around. "What do you mean?" Maxim asked as he took out two plates and served the meals." "Even your office… and then the house too," She said, taking her seat and putting a
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 73
THE FOUR OF THEM – Stefan, Jon, Vincent and Jeffery – had breakfast together before leaving. Jon had changed from the ash-coloured suit that's had worn from New Jersey. Now, he wore the same colour as Stefan – Cream coloured. They looked impeccable together as they got into the limo. The four of them got into the long car and it drove out of the compound. "Liking the feel of New York yet?" Jeff asked as they merged with the road and got stuck in traffic. Jon shrugged, "Not really," Vincent chuckled and said, "It will grow on you, sir. Give it a few days." Jon looked out the window at the traffic moving slowly. Stefan followed Jon's gaze and looked out the window too. He scoffed slightly at the luxury cars that were stuck with them in traffic, "We all try to avoid the rush hour, so we stay back," Stefan said, "We want to give it an hour thereabouts, you know, to let everyone go to their jobs…" They looked at Stefan, trying to see where he was going with what he was saying. "So
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 74
"NOW, REMEMBER… YOU are not supposed to even know who I am," Maxim said to Kim as he sped on the highway, "Do you understand?" Kim was focused on applying some brown powder beneath her eyes. "Kimberly." Maxim snapped, " Are you listening to what I am saying?" "Uh, yeah. I am listening and I understand you," she shot Maxim a glance. He parked a few blocks away for her to step out of the car. "I'll be waiting for you at my office, head there when you're done," Maxim said before driving away. Kimberly was not stupid. She was vaguely aware that Maxim had no feelings for her, but she hoped that that would change when all this was over. An empty taxi was passing by. She waved it to a stop and entered it, "I am headed to the Stone's building," She said to the driver. "You mean Stone Avenue? That's where the tower is located," the driver said. So Jonathan has an area in New Jersey named after his family. Now, that is impressive, Kim thought to herself, "I am not familiar with this are
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 75
THE CLUB 69 was located in Broad Street, New York. It was a brick, discreet building that was set back from the rest of the street and surrounded by a thick wrought-iron fence. It was so invincible that one could pass by it without noticing and it was the most exclusive club in the world. The easiest way to become a member was to have a father who was a member and if one did not have that privilege, he can be brought in only by the recommendation of five members. Applications and proposals were only brought up twice in a year and only 2 people were accepted. It only took a slight scandal to be kicked out of the club for the rest of his life, because once a person is out, he could not be brought back in. Stefan's father, Edward Stone, was a pioneer and one of the founding members of the club. And whenever Stefan was in the city, he often dined in the club a couple of nights per week and spent most of his weekends there. The inside of the club's hall had been decorated by the world's
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 76
"SO JONATHAN HAS it," Maxim said thoughtfully as he swirled his whiskey in the glass cup he held, "But I should not be so surprised. it must run in the genes or something.""Has what?" Kimberly asked. Since that first time, she had refrained from the drinks in Maxim's office, "What do you mean?" Maxim walked back to his seat. His mind was still reeling since Kimberly came back from the Stone's tower 30 minutes ago. "Not everyone has it, you know," He said, still not answering her question, "Having it set him apart from the crowd of this business world." "Are you going to tell me what it is that you're talking about?" Kimberly asked sourly. "Instinct, Kimberly. Sixth sense. Luck. Call it whatever," Maxim replied, "But he has it. He knew you were coming and luckily escaped it." Kimberly did not look like she bought into what Maxim was saying. "And if he can just know how to harness it, it would save him from a lot of trouble," Maxim kept on saying. "Yeah, right," Kimberly muttered
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 77
"I NEED SOMETHING stronger," Lucas muttered. A servant boy rushed into the room holding a bottle of gin. Lucas collected it from the boy and gave him a dismissive nod. The boy bowed and hurried out. Lucas poured the gin into his glass cup and added the whiskey. "You are going to kill yourself," Jon said as Lucas gulped down the mixture and did it again. "Not if you kill me first," Lucas snapped and drank again, "Why would you – Jonathan… of all things, you chose a railway. A fucking railway. Do you know what it takes to build a railway? They used to use slaves!" Jon gave a grim chuckle, "I assure you, we wouldn't be using slaves." "We?" Lucas asked, "This one is on you." "I told Dad –" "I don't care what you told Stefan!" Lucas yelled, "You build the railway alone." Jon sighed, "Give me that!" He snatched the gin from Lucas's grip and poured it into a cup. He made the mixture of gin and whiskey and drank it, grimacing as he felt it burn through his chest. "Not afraid of kill
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 78
Reader's DISCRETION is advised. The author acknowledges that this chapter is gory and bloody. Read at your own risk, or skip to the next chapter.He HAD GONE by many names, and yet he remained nameless. He was a man of a hundred disguises, and yet he remained faceless and unidentifiable.But nowadays, he is called Marshal. Marshal, the assassin, sniper, and ex-soldier But no one sees him unless he wants to be seen, and to most people who knew him in the army, he was dead because he had not been seen for over 10 years.He sat on a bench in the park somewhere in Brazil. He was on a job for a multi-billionaire who had someone blackmailing him. The billionaire had called for the services of a marshal. Not any ordinary person had the contact of Marshal; you had to know someone who knew someone who knew someone. It was a long list of hierarchy, but Marshal was one of the most trusted people in his line of work. One that was trusted not to talk or leave any loose ends.He sat still, feeling
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 79
THEY HAD MET almost 2 decades ago. Marshal had just left the army. He was lost; he did not know where to turn or what to do with the rest of his life.He had stumbled into a bar and prepared to get drunk, start a bar fight, and beat some people up, hoping that the violence would ease some pressure from his mind.He was on his fifth glass of beer when he picked the man he was going to fight with. To the naked eye, it was a suicide request because the man Marshall has chosen is over a head taller than everyone in the room, including Marshall, who is just average height and weight. As he gulped his beer, he estimated that the big man had over 150 to 200 pounds on him and was over a foot and a half taller than Marshall.That should be a challenge, he had thought to himself as he scanned the crowd for anybody that might cause a break in his party, like a cop.He noted an elderly looking man standing in the shadows, watching him closely. He ignored the man and instead just focused on the fi