Rosemary and Samuel were still shocked. Benson was giving Viola a sign not to expose him. "Why would you want to apologize for the insults? Don't you know who he is?" Samuel inquired. Viola got the message and she and Benson exited the scene immediately. "I don't understand what is happening?" Rosemary said confused. "Same here, let's just go and continue with our duties," Samuel said as he and Rosemary exited the floor. "Master," Viola and when they both reached another floor through the elevator. "I recognize you, boss," Viola said. "You are Mr White," Viola said. That name brought back memories to Benson when he remembered how Quentin told him about the title Mr White. Five Day Ago Benson was sitting in his new mansion gifted by Joseph and Quentin and his men arrived. "Young master," Quentin said bowing his head. "You have a lot to learn about us," Quentin said. "Yes, I asked about the name Mr White, because I saw that name written on his grave," Benson said. "Yes, tha

Benson was very excited and went out of his compound. His workers were all busy and he was impressed. He kept thinking about his previous life and how he lived an average life but not anymore since he was too rich. He remembered his parents, Richard Woods, and Mary Woods. He remembered how kind they were. He remembered his last moments with them before hearing about their deaths. Five Years Ago "Benson, how was work today?" Richard enquired curiously. Benson had just returned from work. Benson was busy living a single life and enjoying it living with his Dad and Mom and working in a company. "Very stressful Dad," Benson said sitting on one of the couches in the living room. "Okay, that's a banana for you to eat, your mom is preparing some sausage gravy for an afternoon meal," Richard said. Benson felt touched, he knew how hungry he was, not to think that his parents would go to great lengths for him. "Thanks, Dad," Benson said rushing th

It was training time and Benson was alone working with his grip on the revolver. He wasn't sure the correct way how to hold the revolver when Viola came to him and helped him to hold it the right way. "Mr White, I was also like you, when I began before I finally learnt it," Viola said holding her revolver close to the target. Viola was trying to show Benson how to hold the revolver and Benson knew this. "So your fingers have to be wrapped around the back of the revolver and there must be no tension. All your fingers must be relaxed around the revolver before they finally meet the trigger," Viola said. Benson knew that this wasn't the normal average way how to hold a revolver. "It's the way we operate since we are professionals and not like other regular mafia groups," Viola said. After training, Benson was alone in one of the public resting rooms, when Viola came to him. "Well done Mr White," Viola said. "Well done, you too," Benson said. Ben

Benson was alone in his training room trying to fire shots from his revolver to the target board distant from him when Viola came in. "Mr White," Viola said showing respect. "I need to ask, it seems that Quentin knows about Michael Xavier in the past and how he had conducted his criminal activities," Benson said when Viola sat close to him. "Yes, of course," Viola said nodding her head in agreement. "So can I know how?" Benson enquired curiously. "They explained some of his criminal activities to me so I will narrate it to you," Viola said and began... Three Years Ago Omaha City Nebraska State "Stop, it's the FBI," A female detective said pointing a revolver at Michael who had just killed seven policemen for trying to apprehend him. Michael stood with his two hands in the air. He knew that he had nowhere else to go and he had to surrender if he wanted to stay alive. "Alright then, gave it the way you please, you finally get to have Michael Xavi

"It's been long, it might be hard to bring the gang back together," Frederick said. "If there are issues about materials, I was funded for that by Mr Black to carry out my task," Michael said. "You are the boss of us, no one can dispute that, but how much are we talking about here, since you will be taking the responsibility?" Frederick said. "I currently have seven million dollars, given to me from Mr Black to fund the entire operation," Michael said. "Hmm, that would be okay, I will handle all the weapons we will need and then I will inform the others," Frederick said. "That would be okay," Michael said as he continued his fist training while Fredrick exited the room. Michael knew that with the money that Mr Black gave him, if he wasn't successful, he would be a dead man and that was the reason why he couldn't return to Harold to tell him that he had failed. He continued his first training with a determination that he must destroy the present