Becoming A Mafia Boss

Chapter Six

The SUV drove off along Riverside road and Benson who was bundled in the passenger seat remained scared.

Benson started to suspect that the road seemed familiar as the SUV was driven further.

When the SUV finally got to the destination, Benson recognized that it was familiar.

"Oh my goodness," he blurted out upon knowing that it was the same headquarters of the mafia gang.

Benson knew that it was the same mafia gang which he had borrowed a loan from.

"Oh no!" Benson blurted out. Benson wondered what he was going to do now and what he was done for.

Benson remembered that he had mortgaged his house to bother the bank and the mafia group.

"Come out you fool!" One of the men in black said as they bundled him out of the car.

"Please don't!" Benson's pleaded. "I said come out! Or do you want me to beat the hell out of you?" The man said.

They had finally gotten to the destination and it was in front of the same big building he went to.

Benson was dragged out after refusing to come out at the command of one of the men.

He knew and understood why he was abducted and knew that he would die here if he doesn't pay back his debts.

"Damn it!" Benson muttered to himself as he was dragged out of the SUV.

Benson recognized the same man who led the group to his house when they beat him up

"I can see that you recognize me, I am known by the name John aka the black sun," John said

"The other time we came to you to demand that you pay your debts," John said.

"And you couldn't," John said. Benson was speechless without a word since the men made him kneel by force.

"Please don't hurt me," Benson pleaded.

"Listen, we know that since you won't be able to pay up your debts the house would be seized soon," John said.

Benson knew that John was right and that was the case after the next day within three days his house would be seized.

Benson knew that he had to do everything within his might to prevent it from becoming so.

"You guys know what to do right?" John said signalling to the men to beat up Benson.

"No please, I told you guys, I don't have your money yet, please forgive me," Benson pleaded.

"It's too late to beg," John said signalling to the men to continue what they started.

"Arrgh!" Benson groaned in pain when he was hit by the men that obeyed John's instructions.

"Please don't beat me," Benson pleaded.

"Alright then, do you have our money now?" John inquired facing Benson.

"No, I don't, I had already told you before, please don't beat me up, I don't have it," Benson pleaded.

"Now!" John ordered the guys to beat Benson again and Benson groaned in pain.

"Arghhh!" Benson groaned in pain. "No please stop!" Benson pleaded as the men beat him further.

"No please, don't!!" Benson pleaded as he was beaten by the men.

"Am going to ask you again, I have enough time in the world to torture," John said.

Benson's face red and swollen from the beating he got.

Sometimes Benson was punched while sometimes he was slapped.

"I have told you that I don't have your money, please don't beat me again," Benson pleaded.

"No money yet?" John warned as he signalled to the men to beat Benson up.

"Wrong answer," John said. Benson was already bruised all over his body and was weakened from the several beatings.

The men beat Benson after being signalled by John too.

"Arghhh!" Benson groaned in pain after he received several punches from the men who were there with him.

"Please, Don beat me, I am sorry," Benson pleaded.

"Then will you give me my money?" Benson inquired impatiently. "I have told you, I don't have it," Benson said.

Benson was groaning in painand couldn't speak anymore.

"I am going to ask you again, where is my money?" Benson inquired.

"Am sorry I don't have yoururmoney," Benson pleaded his hands were weak and he couldn't raise his body properly.

Since he was beaten on the ground he squatted there and couldn't raise his body properly.

"You guys know what to do," John said facing his men andcommandingd them to beat Benson which they did.

"Argh!" Benson groaned in pain again, the pain was already becoming unbearable and he couldn't control it.

John sneered at Benson and Benson was cared for and didn't know what to do.

The men held him and were getting ready for another round of beating.

"You know what?" John said. "I have met many people who can't pay their debt," John said.

Benson was curious about what John was trying to say.

"And do you know what we do to them?" John said.

At this point, Benson was out of words and couldn't speak anymore. Allhee had to do was stare at John.

"We kill their organs and sell them to rich men," John said.

Benson was stunned. "Where are they going to kill his organs?" He muttered to himself.

"No please, spare me please," Benson begged.

"It's too late to beg, it's time for you to die," John said smiling.

John knew that he had no other choice but to order the men to kill Benson immediately.

"Boys! You know what to do," John said facing the men.

John was mostly signalling to a man with a bald head and a very tall figure.

Benson guessed that the man led the entire men apart from John's leadership.

"Next time, in your other life when you come back again, you will learn to never mess with Mr Black again,"

John was smiling now and his stained tobacco teeth showed as he smiled.

"Waste him," John said signalling to the other man that appeared to be a leader amongst the men also.

"Yes boss," The man said signalling to the rest men to bring out their weapons and kill Benson.

"Please, spare my life," Benson pleaded. "I promise that I will find a way to pay the sum," Benson said.

Benson was desperate and he knew that he would die there and knew he had to find a way to beg for his life.

The man had already brought his gun and was already cocking his gun getting ready for Benson.

"No!" Benson screamed. He was getting more desperate and didn't want to die.

All of a sudden, a black SUV rushed in and an old man accompanied by men who were his bodyguards came out.

The old man and the men went straight inside the building and the men had to stop their initial plan.

They all looked surprised and wondered where the old man came from.

"And who the hell are you?" John blurted out.

John was already infuriated about the fact that they interrupted his activities.

"Hey relax, I am Quentin Houston," The old man said as he smiled.

It seemed that they recognized the name and knew that he was a popular leader of another mafia gang.

"And what business do you have here?" John inquired impatiently.

"I can see that you want to deal with this man because he is indebted to you," Quentin said.

"But I am ready to pay up his debts and even add more to it," Quentin said.