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HEIR from the STREET 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 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
HEIR from the STREET 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 1
“FOOD DELIVERY,” JON called through the closed door. He waited as he heard the locks and latches being unlocked on the other side. The door creaked open slowly. Jon’s face broke into a wide smile, “I have your orders ready – ““Yeah yeah, whatever.” The man said, collecting the carton box and tossing the money on the floor before slamming the door. Jon sighed. “So much for good customer service.” He muttered to himself as he bent down to pick up his fee.He removed his cap and ran his fingers through his hair and he walked down the patio and to his work bike. He suddenly remembered that he had not replied to a message from his girlfriend, telling him that she was not feeling too well. “I’d have to stop by a drugstore then.” He swung his leg over the bike and started to reply to the message. ‘I’ll be home soon. Will get you some drugs on the way. Be safe. I love you.’ He hit the send button and drove off.“No one should be working by this ungodly hour.” He said to himself as he r
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 2
Jon gave a maniacal laugh. He stood up abruptly and read the message again. Surely a joke... and an expensive one at that. He laughed. My surname isn’t ‘Stone'.He looked at the message again, taking care to count how many zeroes were in the figure. “Seven zeroes.” He whistled. “One hundred million dollars, Oh boy!” I had better call the bank. There must be some sort of mistake. He dialled the bank customer care service. As he waited for someone to come online, he whistled a tune he vaguely remembered from his childhood. Even though he was certain no one played that song in the Foster home that he grew up in. Damn, no one played any song in that house. Not unless you wanted an intense ass-whooping. He smiled absently. “Hello. Citibank, Washington D.C” A voice said mechanically, startling out of his little trip into memory lane. “How may I help you?” “So, um... I received a message of a credit alert.” Jon said. “I’m sure it was just a mistake that can be –“ “Hold on, sir.” The
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 3
“YOU’RE MY HERO!” The drunk lady giggled beside Jon. She scooted over and gave him an alcohol-infused hug, which was awkward because the taxi was a cramped space. “You are my Knight in shining armour.” She said again. And then she relaxed against his arm, smiling and humming a tune. “Where are we going, sir?” The driver asked with a Mexican accent while throwing occasional glances at Jon through the rearview mirror. “Um, tell me... what is the best hotel in town now?” Jon asked. “Okay sir...” the driver sped on. “We have the Metropolitan. It has a good 4.5 rating...” “is that the highest, most expensive?” Jon asked. The driver looked at Jon again and at the words written on his shirt. It was the food delivery uniform. Their eyes met in the mirror and the driver cleared his throat. “No sir. There’s one with a 7 stars rating. The Continental – that’s the name.” “Isn’t that the biggest hotel on the west coast?” Jon asked, excitement creeping into his voice. “Yes sir, it is.” “The
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 4IT ALL FELT like a movie or prank of some sort. "Cops?" Jon asked. His heart hammered in his chest as he took a step back uncertainly. The receptionist was already dialling on her land-line, smiling and looking happy to be putting Jon where he belonged. "Yeah. Hello… this is the continental Hotel…" She said into the mouthpiece of the phone. "Why are you calling the cops?" Jon asked. "I have done nothing wrong." He exclaimed. "Oh, you haven't, yeah?" The manager asked, sneering. "Why are you sweating and panicking then?" Jon touched his forehead and it was wet. "Hey, that's not what you thi–""Shut up, you poor bastard." The manager snapped. "... yes. We would need some sergeants here urgently…" The receptionist continued to the phone. "... and yes, they should be heavily armed…" She threw a dirty glance at Jon. "...the culprit looks like who would cause a lot of trouble and resistance… Yes, thank you." Then she dropped the mouthpiece with a satisfied smile plastered
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 5
JON FROWNED SLIGHTLY. He was getting embarrassed and a bit uncomfortable. The manager quickly noticed the change in Jon's countenance and apologised, "Sorry, dear sir. I just need to hurry her up." "It is enough. I just want to get my room now, that's all." "Of course. Of course." The manager said, hurrying behind the receptionist, who was still flustered from the slap. "Step aside, Jenny." He took over the desktop and a few seconds later, he looked up. "Successfully checked in." He reached underneath the counter and extracted a gold keycard. "Here you go." "Thank you." Jon collected the card. "Enjoy your stay at the continental Hotel." Jon snorted and walked away, leading the still-drunk lady clinging to his arm. If looks could kill, Jon and his lady would.be very dead because of the look that the receptionist gave them. Jon felt the heat of her gaze on his back and he turned to meet her gaze. Their gaze locked and exchanged daggers between them.The ping! sound from the elevat