Chapter 5

The drive back home was in silence. Jason sat in the third seat of the limousine feeling disturbed.

He wasn't that familiar with the convoy of vehicles that accompanied him.

His car was in the middle of four other cars, two in front and the rest behind. He had many times protested against this but the New York police commissioner had assured him that it was for his safety.

Jason Tynara lived at a mansion on the northeastern outskirts of New York City.

From 'The Armada', which was the name of the mansion to his office was just about ten to fifteen minutes using a helicopter but Jason preferred to use the road most of the time.

He loved the sight of moving people in the street, feeling complete seeing the people he'd been like six years ago but most importantly, to avoid going home early.

This brought back the moments and feelings he had back in his office. His mind once again strayed back to Angelina.

She hadn't still called nor sent a message. Jason wondered just like he'd been doing a long time why Angelina was behaving the way she was.

He met her 5 years ago at Andrew's funeral. She was by then a high school senior while he aided Andrew in the business.

As they grew to know each other, he'd worked diligently to grow up Texic Group.

"Two days from now will mark the third anniversary of the day we started dating," Jason thought.

They had been dating without any problems until when Jason had read that book and applied it to the already booming business, leading to its expansion and his increased wealth.

She had then suddenly started misbehaving just a year ago, using his popularity to become a celebrity overnight, organizing extravagant parties at the Armada, and hiring high-life celebrities.

'But these are the things rich people do right? hell billionaires do!' Jason signed. Truthfully, he knew the money wasn't his problem. He was always willing to give her but what bothered him was the fact that she'd forgotten herself totally, forgotten him totally, forgotten their love, forgotten her promise totally, and replaced all these things with money....

"Sir, you've gat e coll comin' in thruu!!'

The voice of the heavily muscled body of the Russian bodyguard who sat opposite Dribe, the chauffeur, rang from the comm device which was installed in the arm of the leather chair Jason occupied.

Jason pressed a finger to a button to talk.

"Who's it?" he asked.

"And please buddy, remind me your name again!" he added just before he released the button.

Jason knew the man's prename was Villain or something, but he just couldn't make up the Russian lingua. Hell, Russian names and language, in general, were hard for him to grasp.

"My name iz Vlad Knovich sir" Vlad answered forthwith. He waited for long seconds to pass before he continued.

"It's Keven Friidman an a video coll "

'More like Kevin Freeman" Jason corrected in his mind. He couldn't help grinning at the name.

Kevin Freeman was the dude he'd fought the battle of survival with many years ago before Andrew pulled him off the gutters thereby automatically hauling him too.

He was the only person Jason had ever called 'brother'. The one with whom he'd lived on the streets.

While Jason had refused to go back to school, preferring to learn business with Andrew, Kevin had relocated to Los Angeles, gone to college, graduated, and done whatever he was probably doing but whatever it was, Jason didn't know. Pressing the button again, he said

"Put him through and please, activate privacy mode" Then released his grip.

A moment later, the back of the leather chair opposite him made a little crack and opened with a hiss.

Slowly, Jason could make out the screen of the little led TV that emerged out from the chair.

It was small and square-like and had a golden black color.

As it stood there, Jason wondered whether he had to get it on as he did with his PC. He was just about to press the button and talking with Vlad when the screen sprang up.

As per the privacy mode, a password was needed for it to be fully on.

"J.. GROUP"

Jason said the password aloud. He knew the privacy mode prevented Dribe and Vlad from listening to his conversation.

Slowly, the screen opened up to a live video chat, making out a familiar face--that of Kevin Freeman.

"Hey! Hey! if it isn't my asshole young billionaire" he grinned. Right through the speakers implanted into the chairs, Jason noted his casual voice hadn't changed a bit.

"Oh, nice to see you too!" Jason said but didn't smile.

"Dude? were you shitty busy counting some dollars? It took a long time to connect with you".

One close look at Kevin, Jason noted he hadn't changed a bit. Though now 23 or 24, he still had that straight hair, deep blue eyes, smaller nostrils, and an incredibly medium-sized mouth.

He lay in bed with a bare chest.

From the look of things, Jason suspected he was using a phone to talk with him.

"Na not that bro". Jason said. "I didn't understand how to use this damn TV"

"TV?" Kevin's eyes widened. "Aren't you using a PC?".

"No. It's not a TV as in TV. it's.."

"Oh, I get it. You're still a dumbass. Remember the day you couldn't differentiate radio from woofer?"

Jason laughed as memories of that day filled his mind. The day he'd made a mess and showed living on the street had a special way of torturing you.

"What have you been doing lately?" Jason changed the topic.

Kevin's face beamed with excitement as he searched for special words to describe whatever he'd been doing.

"I've also been investing" he finally settled.

"You have?" Jason couldn't help smiling.

"Yep! "

"What have you been investing in?"

Kevin sat up straight and peered into the screen as if he and Jason were opposite each other and he was seeing him.

"Man, I own a night club" Jason's face fell.

"C'mon dude. Don't look like that" then as if in a whisper, he continued.

"I get a lot of boobs from there" Then slowly, he turned the front camera to the side, revealing a young sleeping woman.

Her chest was bare 'and surly her whole body' Jason thought.

"Hey, you see how fresh she is? you should see her butts" Kevin said in a whisper as he turned the camera adjusting to himself.

"That's fine to you?" Jason asked.

"Not like I'm saying anything. I'm just saying is that how you spend your money".

"Hey! you don't go there" Kevin warned.

"I've seen your Angelina on TV many times. I can only imagine the way you toy with her ass on the bed. MAN! THAT GIRL'S HOT" he said.

"Have you ever fallen in love before?"

The question took Kevin by surprise. He merely just shook his head.

"Dude! I didn't call you to get any lectures"

"Then why did you call?"

I just wanted you to visit my nightclub. At least just for once. That could boost its popularity".

Jason just shrugged as Kevin continued.

"Imagine people saying the young rich billionaire visited my night club"

His face got covered in a large smile.

"I guess so" was all that came from Jason's mouth.

He didn't mind Kevin's chutzpadik language and his manners of addressing him.

He might have changed his status but to Kevin, he was still that boy who had depended on the brat whose face he saw now.

That same person who had used mischievous acts to feed them. With all that, Jason barely just laughed and chatted with him as the limousine rode in the treescape to the Armada