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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
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 100
NICOLE NODDED AND helped Jon make flight arrangements as he called his parents for an impromptu goodbye. After spending almost 5 minutes on the call with promises to come to visit again (with the nice, beautiful lady), he ended the call and began packing his things as Nicole finished booking his flight. They showered and she offered to drop him at the airport, he nodded absently and followed her downstairs to check out and got into her Ford SUV."Who do you think is responsible?" Nicole asked. They were doing 60 miles per hour on the I-60 highway. Jon shrugged and rubbed his eye sockets, "I have no idea," He said. "But you know that eyes will be on you. You will be the primary suspect," Nicole said. She expertly overtook a car before continuing, "The hate between the Orsattis and your family was not secret. Everyone knew about it and you happen happen be the one person to gain from their death." Jon sighed and said, "I have a solid alibi. I was with you during the period. I was no