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
Benjamin chuckled darkly, his gun still pointed at the group. “I don’t care what your boss finds out, but I’m not just letting you three walk away. You could be a problem for me later.” His words hung in the air like a threat, his eyes scanning their faces for any signs of resistance.One of the men, clearly irritated, snapped, “Hey, hey, you’ve gotten what you want! What now again?”Benjamin’s smile widened, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “How much does your boss pay you?”One of the thugs, growing more defensive, barked, “What’s it to you?”Without losing his cool, Benjamin repeated the question, his tone more insistent this time. “How much?”The man hesitated before grudgingly responding, “A thousand dollars. What’s your problem?”Benjamin’s chuckle was condescending, mocking them openly. “A thousand dollars?” He shook his head as if he couldn’t believe it. “You do all the dirty work for him. Darnell’s out there raking in nothing less than ten million dollars or more, and you guys g
Benjamin looked at them intently. “How much do you want to be paid?” he asked, his voice calm but commanding.The men glanced at each other, hesitating for a moment. Finally, one spoke up, “Every month… pay us double what Darnell does.”The other nodded, adding quickly, “Yeah. 2000 dollars each.”Benjamin smirked, a glint of amusement in his eyes. He had expected them to ask for something outrageous—10,000, even 50,000 dollars a month. Instead, they only wanted a mere double of what Darnell paid them. To someone like him, 2000 dollars was nothing, even if he had to pay them that amount daily.“Deal,” he said without hesitation, nodding once.They stared at him, dumbfounded. “Wait… deal? Just like that?” one of them asked, disbelief evident in his voice.Benjamin shrugged. “2000 dollars a month is nothing to me if you’re loyal and good at what you do.”They exchanged glances, still stunned by his response. "You... you really mean that?" one of them asked, sounding almost hopeful.Benja
As the men disappeared down the road, Abdelkarim turned to Benjamin, a worried crease on his brow. "Do you trust them? What if they tell their boss everything?"Benjamin's expression was unwavering. "They won’t."Abdelkarim’s eyebrows rose, disbelief flickering in his gaze. "How do you know?"Benjamin smirked, a trace of confidence in his eyes. "Because I gave them something Darnell never has: respect. They’ve been doing his dirty work for scraps. Darnell treats them as disposable. But me? I just paid them a month’s worth in minutes and offered them a way out. Right now, loyalty is cheap—but it’s the one thing Darnell can't buy.”Abdelkarim nodded slowly, his gaze steadying with newfound determination. “I’m ready to work for you, Benjamin,” he said with a slight smile. “But... tonight, I don’t have anywhere to stay. I might just end up sleeping in the car.”Benjamin’s expression softened. “Don’t worry about that. You’ll stay with me,” he replied. “As long as you’re willing to follow m