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 still stood stunned. "Welcome young Master," They all said bowing their heads, including Viola. "Thanks," Benson said waving his hand. Benson was still surprised that Viola was a member of the mafia group. He knew that Quentin had told him earlier that some members of the Consortium are also members of the mafia group. "So these are the current executives of the mafia group, most of them are also senior executives of the Consortium," Quentin was making sure that he took his time to explain everything to Benson who was a little bit confused. Benson saw that the men were five in number including Viola who looked young. "This is Mathew Johnson, he is the assistant captain," Quentin said as he touched Mathew's shoulder. Benson knew that Quentin was the captain of the entire team while he was the young boss, so definitely, he was expecting that Quentin would have an assistant. Mathew was in a fitted black suit and was smiling because he w
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
"How do you mean?" Quentin enquired curiously communicating through the comms. "I mean that I was able to meet him on my trail, he is probably their sniper," Richard said communicating back through the comms. "Alright stay safe, we are still trying to deal with the guys at the base level," Quentin said... Benson was still with Viola in the allocated SUV for them when they all noticed one of the men coming by their way with a revolver. Benson was sacred to his bones. "Shhh," Viola said indicating that Benson shouldn't scream. The man n them yet physically but he just rushed to where they were. Viola waited for him to come closer, close to the outside of the driver seat side and opened the driver seat with force injuring his head. Before the man could do anything further, Viola leapt at the man reigning him with punches and killing him by snapping his neck. Benson was amazed at what had happened and felt like running away from the cat. He
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
"Don't listen to him, he pretends to come to try and fight physically, but I can see a sniper far behind him waiting for anyone to come out of cover to kill," Richard said using the comms. Richard kept zooming his camera on his machine gun deeper to take a total view of the number of people with Michael. "Can you take him?" Quentin enquired curiously still using his car as a shield with the others. "Not yet, I will need an opening to do so," Richard said still zooming his camera on his machine gun. "Alright, let's do a cover fire!" Quentin blurted out and Viola started first firing shots from the machine gun and ducking behind her car as cover. The reign of bullets continued as both parties kept firing at each other and using their bulletproof car cover. "Got one of them," Richard said firing shots from his camera machine gun. "Nice work," Matthew said firing his machine gun killing two of the men with Michael. "Hahaha, is that all you got?" Michael
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
A Week Later Benson kept trying out the revolver he had been using for training, it had been a week now and he was happy that his first training was progressing and that he would soon move to the next stage. He saw how he met all targets. "Nice," He muttered to himself. He was busy practising in his practice room in the underground basement when Viola came in after knocking. "Me White," Viola said bowing her head to show respect. "I can see that you have improved, boss," Viola said noticing that the board that was used for practice had been covered with bullets from the revolver and he met all his targets. "Yes, thanks to you, I would never forget you and Quentin, training," Benson said. "You are welcome, Mr White, it's been an honour," Viola said. "You can come and have your seat," Benson said as she sat down on one of the soft lounges beside Benson. "You know it's been a week now and we haven't been able to get the next update regarding the loca