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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
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 80
"You DID NOT really mean what you said to Mr Vittorio, did you?" Kimberly asked the following day after they met with Vittorio Orsatti."Hm?" Maxim asked absently. He had cancelled work for today, and they were relaxing after a round of hot sex."You said you wanted Jon and his stepbrother dead; did you mean that literally?""Maybe. Let's see how Vittorio will handle it." Maxim shrugged. "Why are you just bringing that up now?" He asked. Kimberly looked away. "What about the reason I came to New Jersey?"Maxim turned to look at her and said, "I don't know if we should go on with that plan... It might have to be cancelled. But I know you have gotten a better reason to stay." He put his hand on her thighs and gave her a mischievous smile.She returned the smile and stood up from the couch. "He will be expecting me, though," She said as she pulled back the curtain and looked out the window.Maxim reached for an apple from a tray in the middle of the table and bit into it. "Why do you sa
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 81
MARSHALL SNOOPED CAREFULLY AROUND THE FENCE. He noted the cameras mounted at strategic places around him and hoped that they did not have motion sensors or night vision because the darkness and his camouflage hid him a little as he moved around.He noted that there were no guards on the grounds. He noted the service quarters that comprised the house for the cooks, cleaners, and gardeners. There was also another house near where the large garage was located; he suspected the house to be the driver's quarters.He crawled around the swimming pool, underneath a thick shrub, and picked a spot where he could lie and wait for the right moment. He settled for a long wait; he had a clear view of a full-length window, and he could see one of the young men inside. He wasn't sure which one was Jon and which was Lucas, but that wouldn't matter when both of them were dead.He put his binoculars to his eyes to get a closer view of the men. Even though the activities around were at a minimum because
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 82
"What DO YOU mean by you could not do it?" Vittorio snarled. Marshall turned nonchalantly and looked out the window. "I mean it exactly as I said it. I couldn't do it. There was a, uh, complication.""What does that even mean?" Vittorio asked angrily, "Have the years made you soft, Crouch?" He reverted back to the name that Marshall used years ago."Age hasn't made me soft," Marshall retorted, "But I know when to stop and not push my luck."Vittorio sighed and lifted a thin wrist to rub his eyes. "What type of complication happened? Your gun jammed?"Marshall gave a slight chuckle and shook his head, saying, "No. It was not something as dramatic as that.""What was it, then?" Vittorio asked."Well," Marshall stroked his chin, "The old guy showed up."Vittorio seemed to struggle to process the information. He raised his watery eyes to focus on Marshall before asking, "Stefan Stone showed up at their mansion?"Marshall nodded. "And you had a clear-cut chance to wipe out the whole fami