Chapter 6

What a horrible message and a disgracing experience waking a man of pomp and prowess on his soft suiting bed and furnished mansion. Saying the night was good was a form of mockery for Jones. The tension of his being chased to be killed and the embarrassment given to him by Lana hung to his heart like a sword that was ready to pierce the conquered. Lana and her parents were pretending that nothing had happened to them though many had gone wrong. Being duped by the guy had affected them so much including Lana's business. They, her parents who owned their house before, had become tenants. But instead of learning from their fall, shamelessness made them look and behave more erroneously. Then, he was the right heir to his family, but some people didn't want that to happen. They want him killed. When he was like a beggar, nobody tracked him. Jones was puzzled.

He was looking around the room of his mansion as if the building could hear and relieve him of his grief. The mansion was designed with cream and green glossy paints. The walls, windows, and the settings everywhere spoke of the huge money that had been spent on the mansion. Jones rumbled on the bed. He sat down looking haggardly. He stood up suddenly and started working around the room like a warrior who was set for war.

‘Why are they running after my life? After I attempted to be killed at the age of 20, I have left them in peace for their lives for over 10 years now. But to them, I'm the one who needs to suffer for being alive. Be you catch me off guard! Before you bring war to my doorsteps, you, the wicked people of my family! I will bring war to you! I will tell you I'm the true heir of the Mackin family.’ Jones roared and dashed out.

‘Sir, master. Sir…please if the food isn't good enough, I will make another.’ said one of the Jones' maids who was running after him because he didn't eat.

‘Why are you shouting at my back like that? If I don't eat, it means I'm not hungry. Please live!’ he commanded. His bouncers rushed to him, looking fearlessly outside but fearful of their boss’s fearful look.

He said sharply to his driver, ‘Bring the smallest car!’ He said, looking firm. His bouncers were walking at his sides, and he led them like a pack of wolves. The driver bolted to the Venza and drove it to his side. Though they were profound for his actions, the bouncers were curious about not knowing what was going on.

‘My Lord, you look so haggardly. Hope there is no problem?’ one of them swallowed his fear to ask.

‘I’m going to my family!’

‘Your family! Have done anything bad to you, Sir?’

‘Not at all.’

‘With all they have done to you, my Lord. You want to go to…’

‘It is okay, everybody. I don't want anybody to follow me. I will drop the location if your attention is needed.’ They were surprised by his actions, ‘Yes, Sir!’ He entered the car through the front door, and the door was closed to him. The gate opened automatically, and the car zoomed out into the street.

Not to give any hints of his possession and wealth to his family, he told his driver to stop in front of his family mansions. He looked at the mansions built in a spherical form. The blue dominating paint told more of its noble residents, and the ash one showed calmness outside but royal rumble inside. Jones came down the car gently and walked to the gate. When he got to the gate, the memory of the past flung to him. He remembered when his uncle, Bruno, ordered him to be caught and knocked down by the car.

Although he was knocked down that day, he was not knocked down by the car. It happened that when the car was about to hit Jones, the dog used for security by the house guards was hit. The dog loved Jones so much because he used to spend and play so much time with it, that was why it ran furiously and madly to stop the car from chasing him instead of joining them in the hunt. Hitting the dog, it fell unto him from behind, and he fell down. Knowing that was his chance to escape, he fled out the gate mourning and looking at the perplexed dog struggling with its life against death. Jones shook his head for remembering and was curious to know the later fate of the dog.

‘What do you want, Mr man.' The gatekeeper questioned him roughly because he didn't recognize him very much anymore.

Jones looked at him and smiled, ‘I’m back for my place in the family.’

‘Though you don't look like a beggar to me that much, say it politely for me to know how to help you if you are here to beg. But if not, respect yourself and go away.’

‘I am Mackin Jones, the true son of Mackin Johnson.’ he said confidently.

With great awe, he stammered, ‘Master Jones! I'm so sorry for my ignorance.’ The guard hastily bowed and quickly opened the gate. He was begging him seriously; he thought he could dismiss him. ‘I’m sorry, Sir. I think you are dead.’

‘It is cool that I'm alive.’ He proceeded to the main mansion in the middle because it was there where the whole family used to gather for meetings.

Abruptly, he heard a strange noise from somewhere. Then, followed by a four-legged animal who rushed to him, snaring around him. Jones was amazed to see Bravy waving its tail before him and still barking. He was happy and smiled that the dog was alive. He stretched both hands to it. The dog stopped its barking and hesitated for a while before it lipped and he grabbed it. He was astounded to see the entire family before him when he raised his head up. ‘Jones!’ said Drake, Bruno’s son. They were taken aback seeing Jones. They never expect him to return home. There was an expression of happiness in some of them and otherwise in others. Before anybody could say anything, his uncle, who remained the eldest of the family, challenged him. ‘What are you doing here again? Are you here to kill somebody else again after killing your parents.’

‘How dare you lie against him? You want to turn everybody against me so that I won't be the heir of the family. It is a dream that won't come to reality.’

‘What gave you the guts to talk to me like that? Okay, I will show you now. Guys, seize him! You will get rotten in jail.’ Two huge guys moved to him to grab him, but he quickly sent a message to his bouncers before they did.

Bruno took his phone and called the police. ‘You will blame yourself for what you're doing. It's better you change your mind on time.’ he smirked. He was calm between the two angry-looking guys who held him. One of the family members tried to talk but Bruno prevented him.

It amazed them all when they saw two black shining G Wagons. ‘So fast!’ Drake exclaimed, thinking they were the police called, but Jones was smiling. On getting to them, the cars stopped and eight men in black suits came down. Jones was disappointed that they were not his bouncers. The Tax Enforcement Agency was written on the badges on their clothes.

‘Good morning!’ Their leader gave a sharp greeting and didn't wait for a response before he started reading to them what was written in the paper. ‘In conclusion, your property is seized and your building will be demolished by the State for over 10 years, tax payments waving, breaking the law, and defying warnings for over 12 months…’

They interrupted him, ‘Tax payment waving! How?’

He continued without paying attention, ‘You are required to pay 100 Billion dollars within 24 hours to avert this, or else the glorious mansions of Mackins will go.’ he gazed at the entire family and handed the paper to Bruno who felt guilty and embarrassed because he was the cause of the issue. Jones was looking at them sarcastically.

‘What shame have you brought to us now, Bruno? Where can we get 100 Billion dollars at this time of liquidation? Where tell us’ Wood, another elder man of the family, yelled at Bruno.