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HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 92
"What is your name, ma'am?" He asked, ignoring her question. "Keisha," She replied. She didn't know where this conversation was heading. "Keisha Bronx.""Now, Keisha," Jon leaned on the counter, "How would you like to have a business partner." "Huh?" "I would have offered to buy the store," Jon said, looking around. "I would never sell," She snapped. Her tone was starting to become hard. "I know and that was exactly why I didn't ask," Jon said soothingly. "My name is Jonathan Stone and I would like to be your business partner.""I don't understand where this is all coming from," Keisha replied slowly. "There is nothing to partner here. I mean, take a look around you." "There is nothing to partner here yet," He put emphasis on the last word, "How would you like to manage a chain for pharmaceutical stores across Illinois?" "That would be –" "How about we talk about this over a cup of coffee?" Jon gave her a charming smile. "Um, yes, sure," She stammered, "If you would, please g
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 93
"MAXIM, MEET DMITRI Boris, although he prefers if you call him Boris," Igor said. The two men sized each other up. The man, Dmitri a.k.a Boris, stuck a hand out and Maxim took it. "Dmitri, this is Maxim. He is my nephew and the person that needs your, uh, service." Dmitri was a tall man. So tall that Maxim's 6-foot5 just about got up to his shoulder. "Drinks?" Maxim asked, "I'm buying." Boris nodded and Maxim waved to the waitress. "Maxim, why do you need the services of Dmitri?" Igor asked. Maxim cocked his head and smiled. He turned to Dmitri and said, "I hear you are an assassin." Boris nodded again. He had not said anything the whole time. "Why haven't I heard any word about you from the underground?" Maxim asked. "That is the whole point of being assassin. A ghost, that is what I am," Boris said in a cold voice. Maxim nodded. "I ask again, Maxim," Igor said, "Who is it?" Maxim kept on looking at Boris, "I want you to kill Vittorio Orsatti." There was a stunned silen
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 94
"WHY WOULD MAXIM bug your phone?" Jon asked. Nicole had hopped on the next plane out of New Jersey and now they were taking a slow walk on the streets of Illinois. "Because he knows we are up to something and he wants to know what," Nicole said. She looked up at Jon, "He is not exactly one of your fans." Jon scoffed, "I know that. But to bug your phone? That's FBI, M16 kind of shit." Nicole chuckles softly, "It is. And I know Maxim… he had the capability to do it. He might even have me followed." Jon looked back. Nicole laughed and said, "Relax. If I was followed, I would know. Jon nodded but could not help occasionally glancing back. "He would know you came here to see me." He said. She shook her head, "My parents live here. Even though I don't want to, I'll visit them. He would think I came here for them." "How are your engagement plans progressing?" Jon asked. She snorted. "Right now, I don't know. Maxim has not said anything about ending things off, but neither do I hav
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 95
SHE RETURNED THE kiss with equal fervour. Jon felt her hand circle his neck to pull him closer and his hand went around her waist to draw her closer too. He felt different bursts of emotions inside his body as Nicole's tongue darted quickly into his mouth and made contact with his. The sharp ring of her phone made them pull apart quickly. Jon cleared his throat and looked away, unable to meet her eyes as she picked up the call. "Hello Mom," She said into the phone. There was a pause as she listened and then she said, "Hmm, yes yes, I am in Illinois," another pause. "I was going to come through, I just had to –" Her mother interrupted. Jon could not hear what was being said on the other side. Nicole sighed, "Yes, mother. I am going to drop by for dinner," She turned and looked at Jon. Jon, knowing that look on Nicole's face mouthed, "No. No," She smiled and said on the phone, "Mom, will you mind if I bring someone?" A pause. "Yes, yes. It is a man and no, he is not a nobody." Ano
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 96
"YOU KNOW HIM," Nicole muttered. "Who doesn't?" The big man snorted. "The son of Stefan Stone. I am sorry about your Dad, by the way." He did not offer his hand for a handshake and neither did Jon offer his. They simply stared daggers at each other. It was Nicole's mother that tried to diffuse the tension. She said, "Welcome to our home, Mr Stone," she smiled widely, "I see you've met Nicole. I am Patricia," Jon nodded, "Thank you for having me, ma'am." Claude Bishop snorted and waved his hands for them to sit down. He sat at the head of the table, with his wife by his side. Nicole and Jon sat side by side. Claude waved his hand again and some uniformed servants filed in and started serving them their dishes. Jon watched on without saying anything. They could have just taken their meals by themselves. But they seemed used to this already. Claude held his goblet out for a servant to fill it with wine while his wife, Patricia, was tucking in a napkin over her scrawny neck. A serv
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 97
"WE SHOULD GET out of bed," Jon said lazily but made no move to stand up. Nicole nodded and cuddled closer. They had spent the night in each other's arms. Exploring each other's bodies. "You should call your Dad," Jon muttered into her hair. He was only just realizing how thick the hair was. "You don't mean that," Nicole said. Jon propped himself on an elbow and looked down at her, "There were some moments that I wanted nothing more than to stay out of my father's life. Especially the time he didn't want to tell me about what happened with my mother. I wanted to yell and scream in frustration at him. I iced him out. But now, I want nothing more than to talk with him." He said sadly. Nicole propped up too, "What would you want to talk about with him?" Jon sighed, "You." He said, "He was wrong about you." "So wait. Let me get this straight. You just want to talk to your father, just to rub how wrong he was, his face?" Nicole asked. Jon chuckled, "When you put it like that, it
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 98
VITTORIO HAD NO idea that his life was numbered as he smiled and went about his regular routine of his day. No, cancel that. He knew his life was numbered. He knew that he had a number of old age illnesses that threatened to take him anytime, but his mind was put somewhat at rest, knowing that his grandson, Leonardo, was there to take up his legacy when he was gone. He knew that he did not have more than 2 years to live due to one of the illnesses that a doctor abroad had told him about. He did not care for the name or what particular doctor had diagnosed it. He was still strong, he did not need help to stand or clothe himself, and he was not bedridden. He considered himself to be in pretty good shape for a man of almost one hundred years old. He stopped a bit as he stood up from his chair near the fireplace and went to the wine tray to pour himself a glass of scotch. "Should you be drinking that?" Leonardo asked gruffly walking into the room. Vittorio scoffed and sat down heavil
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 99
LEONARDO HELD THE door open as Vittorio was assisted in the back seat. When his grandfather was settled in the car seat, he went around the car and sat in the driver's seat. "Are you ready?" He asked.Vittorio grunted a reply that Leonardo took as a positive and then he started the car and drove out of the estate carefully. His eyes frequently darted to his grandfather through the rearview mirror. "Are you alright, Papi?" He asked. Vittorio nodded. "I got reports that a Russian flew into New Jersey today," Leonardo said. Vittorio scoffed and said, "Thousands, if not millions of Russians fly into New Jersey every day, Leonardo." Leonardo did not say anything to reply to that, instead, he said, "His name is Boris Shmanov. I got word out for him on the street already." Vittorio sighed, he was inwardly glad that Leonardo had an Instinct and was smart enough to follow it. He unrolled an Egyptian premium cigar and put it on his lip without lighting it. Leonardo noted the cigar on his
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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
- HEIR from the STREET
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
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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.
- HEIR from the STREET
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
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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
- HEIR from the STREET
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
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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
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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
- HEIR from the STREET
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
