After this revenge for Cordelia, the story is going to set back to it usual excitement, I hope you all can be patient. thanks
Benjamin’s eyes darted to the disappearing convoy. If he lost sight of Darnell, everything would fall apart. In desperation, he leaned toward the driver. “I’ll give you $5,000. Just drive, please.”The young man shook his head furiously. “No. I can’t, I don’t want to die.”“$10,000!” Benjamin raised the stakes, his tone becoming more urgent.“I said no! Darnell Peterson is too dangerous. I don’t want to die for money.”Out of options and running out of time, Benjamin sighed, frustrated. He pulled out his pistol, aiming it squarely at the trembling driver. “Then you’ll die here if you don’t move.”The driver’s eyes widened in terror, and his hands began to shake. “Please! Don’t kill me!” he begged, his voice cracking. “I’m just an orphan, I’ve been working as an errands boy to survive! I’ve got no family, no one to care for me. I’ve worked for years just to put food on my table. Please, brother, I don’t want to die!” Tears welled up in his eyes as he continued pleading. “I’ll do anythi
Abdelkarim hesitated but finally pulled out his phone and dialed his boss. The call connected, and immediately, a loud, angry voice burst through the line, “Where’s the damn car, you idiot?!” The voice threw out a string of insults, clearly frustrated.Abdelkarim winced, holding the phone away from his ear briefly before replying, “I-I have the car, boss…”Benjamin smirked and nodded toward the phone. “Tell him you want to buy the car. Ask how much he bought it for.”Abdelkarim looked at him with wide eyes, a bit nervous but obeyed. He cleared his throat and nervously spoke into the phone, “Boss... um, how much did you buy this car for? I... I want to buy it.”There was a brief silence on the other end, followed by a surprised laugh. “You want to buy it? You can barely afford your own lunch! It cost me 30,000 dollars, you fool. Now quit wasting my time and bring the car back!”Abdelkarim swallowed hard, glancing at Benjamin as if to say, "See? Impossible.”“Tell him you’re going to bu
Abdelkarim hesitated but finally pulled out his phone and dialed his boss. The call connected, and immediately, a loud, angry voice burst through the line, “Where’s the damn car, you idiot?!” The voice threw out a string of insults, clearly frustrated. Abdelkarim winced, holding the phone away from his ear briefly before replying, “I-I have the car, boss…” Benjamin smirked and nodded toward the phone. “Tell him you want to buy the car. Ask how much he bought it for.” Abdelkarim looked at him with wide eyes, a bit nervous but obeyed. He cleared his throat and nervously spoke into the phone, “Boss... um, how much did you buy this car for? I... I want to buy it.” There was a brief silence on the other end, followed by a surprised laugh. “You want to buy it? You can barely afford your own lunch! It cost me 30,000 dollars, you fool. Now quit wasting my time and bring the car back!” Abdelkarim swallowed hard, glancing at Benjamin as if to say, "See? Impossible.” “Tell him you’re
Abdelkarim, still focused on following Darnell’s car, glanced nervously at Benjamin. “Their car slowed down, that’s why I stopped,” he explained. As he resumed driving, their car once again trailing Darnell’s vehicle, he turned to Benjamin and asked, “But you still haven’t told me—why are you doing all this for me?”Benjamin studied him for a moment before replying. “You remind me of someone,” he said, his voice low but serious. “And I see potential in you. If you stick with me, you’ll have more than just a car—you’ll have power, protection, and a future.”Abdelkarim blinked, unsure of how to respond. “But...me? You really think I can be more than just an errand boy?”Benjamin nodded. “You’ve already taken your first step. Now, let’s see where it leads.”As Benjamin looked out the window, watching Darnell’s car disappear into the distance, he glanced at Abdelkarim. The young man didn’t realize it yet, but he was about to become a major player. Once Darnell was removed, Abdelkarim woul
The three men exchanged glances, each with a growing sense of suspicion. One of them, a burly guy with a scar running down his cheek, grunted, "We tell the boss about everything, and he’ll start thinkin' we're useless. Let’s handle this ourselves."The driver, still eyeing the car following them, nodded. "Yeah, no need to bother the boss if it’s nothing. We stop, take care of this quietly."Without further discussion, the driver pulled the car to the side of the road. The other cars in their convoy kept moving, unaware of the sudden stop.The three men stepped out of the car in sync, pulling their pistols from their waistbands. Abdelkarim's hands tightened on the wheel, his voice trembling as he said, “Look, they’ve noticed us! They’re coming this way!”His face paled with fear, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. “They’re going to kill us. I knew this was a bad idea!”Benjamin stayed calm, his eyes focused on the approaching men. He quickly hid the pistol behind his back and tur
As the thug walked toward Benjamin to search him, Abdelkarim’s heart pounded in his chest. He knew Benjamin had a gun on him, and if they found it, things would escalate fast. His palms were sweaty as he glanced at Benjamin, who remained unnervingly calm, not flinching at all.The thug began tapping Benjamin down, checking him from his shoulders to his waist searching him, and then his hand finally reached behind Benjamin’s back. “What’s this?” he asked, his fingers brushing against the hidden gun.In an instant, Benjamin moved. He grabbed the thug’s hand, twisted it, and yanked the gun from his own back pocket. In one smooth motion, he locked the thug in a chokehold, pressing the barrel of the gun against his head. “I’ll blow your head off if you move,” Benjamin said coldly.What?”Abdelkarim rushed to Benjamin’s side, his face pale, completely stunned by how quickly Benjamin had taken control. The two other thugs froze, their eyes wide with shock, but they kept their guns trained
The two thugs, now visibly nervous, tried to reason with Benjamin. "Look, man, we can settle this. There's no need for bloodshed," one of them said, his voice shaky. "Yeah, we don't want any trouble. Let's just talk," the other added, his hands slightly raised in a gesture of peace. But Benjamin wasn't having any of it. His grip tightened on the gun, pressing it harder against the guy he held captive. "You think I'm here to talk? One more word, and I'll paint this ground with your friend’s brains," Benjamin growled. Abdelkarim, still holding the gun Benjamin had thrown at him, looked around nervously, realizing how serious Benjamin was. The two thugs, now visibly sweating, were too afraid to make any sudden moves, but Benjamin kept the pressure on, not giving them any room to maneuver. "You think I’m playing with you?" Benjamin's voice was ice-cold, and his eyes burned with a deadly calm. "One wrong move, and I won't hesitate. You won’t even get the chance to regret it.” The cap
The thug who had been shot sobbed, his face pale as he struggled to catch his breath. "Please, please, just tell him!" he begged, his voice broken, tears streaming down his face.The two thugs, now visibly terrified and eager to avoid further violence, started spilling the details. One of them, his voice shaky, stammered out Darnell’s routine.“Darnell… he’s got a strict schedule, alright? Every Saturday night, he hits up the club you saw earlier, the one with the girls, drinks, and games. He stays for hours, getting drunk and… having fun with the ladies.”The other thug quickly chimed in, desperate to keep the information flowing. “Yeah, and during the week, he’s more focused on business. He meets people at the docks or that warehouse we mentioned—always at night. But Saturdays? That’s his party day. He blows off steam with women. No meetings, no business, just pure fun for him.”The first thug nodded rapidly. “He likes his routine, doesn’t change it unless something big comes up. Ev