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Author's infos Gender: Male Age: 18 Location: Bronx |
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| Introduction: A hit man wakes up to a new life | ||
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After reading some comments and receiving mostly positive votes, I decided to continue the story. I realize the last one wasn't as long (or as good) as it could've been but I was rushing a bit. I also realize the last story wasn't very detailed so I took my time with this one. For those of you who didn't like the last chapter, don't bother reading this one. I'm not going to change my writing style for a few people who don't like it, sorry. For the rest of you, enjoy the second installment. Ben laid on the floor of the van, defeated. His concern wasn't with himself, he couldn't stop thinking about Rose. If any of those bastards even laid a hand on her, he would hunt them down and kill them one by one. He repressed the thought and focused back on his own situation. Where were these men taking him? What did they want? Ben's train of thought was interrupted by the large goon picking him up and tossing him over his shoulder. The thug seemed to be struggling to carry Ben's weight, he must've weighed at least two hundred pounds. The bag over his head kept Ben from getting good look of his surroundings. He could see the man's legs move as he walked and could make out the pebble stone of the road he walked on. The man suddenly stopped and rang the doorbell before setting Ben down and pressing a gun to his back. He pushed Ben inside, signaling him to walk. Ben walked blindly down a hallway that never seemed to end. He could hear the faint whispers of people as he passed by the rooms. He made his way through what seemed to be the kitchen then was led up a flight of stairs before turning into another hallway. Ben continued to walk, this hallway seemed longer than the other. The man took a hold of Ben's shoulder and stepped in front of him. He knocked on the heavy double doors, then waited for a response. He knocked again and got his reply. "God Dammit! Come in already!" a loud feminine voice yelled from behind the door. Ben was pushed into the room and was instructed to take a seat. The man pulled up a chair and pushed Ben onto the cushion. He removed the bag over Ben's head revealing a young girl sitting behind a large wooden desk. She smiled sweetly at Ben. He was instantly captivated by her emerald-green eyes and her shining red hair. She was dressed in a grey pantsuit and kept her long hair in a tight ponytail. Her skin was flawless, not one mark or pimple in sight. Her blouse slightly opened and showed off her developing cleavage. She made her away around the desk and sat on it, facing Ben. She appeared to be in deep thought as she examined the boy placed in front of her. She looked at him from head to toe, just when Ben realized he was wearing nothing but a towel. "Damn! He's even hotter than I remember," were the first words to come out of her mouth. She seemed to carry herself very maturely but was contradicted by her childish voice. She stepped closer and placed her tiny, smooth hand on Ben's cheek. "Do you know why you're here?" she asked with sympathy. Ben slowly shook his head in denial. She was suddenly flushed with anger, in one swift move she cracked Ben in the jaw with a sharp left hook that knocked him out of his chair. "You killed my father, you sick fuck!" She added with tears in her eyes. She bit her lip, hard. She went to strike him again but stopped in midair. She gestured for the thug to place Ben back on the chair, so he did. "Who sent you?!" she asked in a calmer tone. Ben wished he could give her a straight answer, maybe then she would put him out of his misery. "I don't remember," was his response. She seemed angered even more. Maybe she thought he refused to give her any names. "Was it that fat fuck, Yin?" she asked. Ben sat in the chair, still feeling the soreness in his jaw. For someone her size, should could throw a punch! "I don't know anyone named Yin. Look, you're not getting any straight answers from me you little bitch! I don't remember shit! But if I ever get out of here, I'll have your pretty little head on a pike" he spat. Ben wanted to anger her in hopes of getting thrown in a dark room somewhere. Where he could have the serenity he desperately needed. Instead of letting her emotions take over, she just smiled. Surprising Ben along with the guard. The guard... he didn't take too kindly to that. Right after speaking his mind, Ben felt the familiar sensation of a gun to his temple. "Should I kill the fucker? Just say the word Bunny, I'll blow his brains out!" he boasted. She directed her anger towards the guard now. "Damn it, Boris! What good is he to me dead? Don't kill him, I have other plans for his punishment. And this is the last time I tell you not to call me that!" she hissed. Bunny? That was her nickname?! Ben actually got a good laugh at that. Boris reluctantly lowered the gun, he would punish the boy for his outburst later. "Now, on to the matters at hand. You murdered my father, you have to pay for what you did. Not with your life, or your money but with servitude. Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful you killed that filthy piece of scum but it's bad for business," she explained. Ben simply sat there dumbfounded. He couldn't believe this little girl was dragged into this type of life. "How old are you?" he asked off topic. She was surprised by the question but didn't see any harm in answering it. "I'm twelve," she sighed. It seemed she got that question a lot and was probably treated differently because of her age. "What if I refuse? What will you do then?" "I'll kill you where you stand. If you don't want to serve me, then don't. You haven't even heard my "offer". To put it plain and simple, I want you to work for me," she added. Ben thought this was some kind of joke. He killed her father in cold blood and here she was offering him a job. "What would I have to do?" he was actually curious. What would this twelve-year old oil tycoon want with a hit man? "What you do best. I want you to take the life of anyone who threatens my company. I would also have you personally guard me on business trips," she explained. He would be a cleaner and a babysitter. Great. "I don't think so. You might as well just kill me now," he said bluntly. Boris instantly placed gun back on his temple. The girl's smile slowly returned to her lips. She looked at Ben one more time before waving Boris off. "I'll pay you three million euros to kill Yin. You can't say no to that," she offered. That sly little smirk never left her lips. Ben started off into space, debating whether or not he should take the job. It's not like he could go back to his old apartment after being attacked. They probably cleaned him out, guns, money, everything. "If I do this job, I never hear from you again. You don't try and contact me. You pay me in cash. Understood?" Ben drove a hard bargain. She needed him, badly. She looked at Boris for conformation before nodding her approval. "Boris, why don't you take Benjamin to meet the rest of the team, and would you please get him some clothes? Not that I'm complaining," she instructed. Boris cut the rope restricting Ben's arms and legs. Ben finally stood up and stretched his aching muscles. He rubbed his irritated wrists, no doubt from the Boris' extra tight knots. This was the first time he got a good look at Boris. He was 6'4" of pure Russian muscle. He wore pitch black combat boots with thick camouflage cargos. Boris wore a plain black t-shirt with a bullet-proof vest over it. He had a few grenades attached to his vest along with dual silver Beretta 92 pistols at his sides. Ben couldn't help by notice the deep scar on his right cheek. "Had a good look?" Boris asked furrowing his red brows. Like the girl over at the desk, he had pale skin and bright red hair. If not for his stern face and serious attitude, he might even be charming. Boris waved good bye to the girl, busy chatting away on the phone and opened the door. He signaled Ben to follow him. They began to walk down the long narrow hallways again. Ben noticed the classy decorations and expensive chandeliers that hung on the ceiling. They made countless twists and turns before reaching a set of wooden double doors, much like the ones at the girl's office. Boris gestured Ben to enter the room. Ben was reluctant but opened the door anyway. He saw a huge bedroom, bigger than the one at Rose's house. Rose... He didn't dare to ask about the girl, he already feared the worst. He stepped into the large room, getting the full view of the gigantic living space. He heard Boris close the door soon after he stepped inside. Ben spotted the queen-sized bed and had to resist the urge to jump into it's wine-red silk sheets. He noticed two small, brown end tables at each side of the bed. Ben headed straight towards the wardrobe. He couldn't believe what he saw inside. Ben clicked on the light to reveal countless formal wear. Slacks, shirts, and ties of all colors hung around him. He walked to the end of the wardrobe where he noticed the exact same outfit Boris was wearing. A black t-shirt with camouflage cargos and combat boots was laid out on a table near the coat hangers. He noticed note clipped on the shirt. Here's your gear, hope to see you soon. -Jermaine Who was this Jermaine? Ben didn't hesitate to drop his towel and slip into the boxer shorts beside the cargos. The pants fit him perfectly, it's like they where tailored especially for him. He put on the shirt, which was a but tight, especially around his arms. Ben then found a pair of long grey socks inside the combat boots. They had to be at least size 13, he didn't realize how big his feet were! He tied the boots as hard as he could and headed towards the bathroom. Ben was amazed at the size of the restroom. It had to be at least if not bigger than Rose's living room. The large marble tub was placed by the large window that gave a great view into the courtyard. Courtyard?! Ben pressed his face against the glass. Even though it was dark out, he could see the massive courtyard of the mansion. Ben walked past the glass doors of the double headed shower and washed his hands in the marble sink. The mirror showed him that the wound on his neck hadn't completely healed but was beginning to scar. Ben clearly needed a shower after all that sweating he'd done fighting off the mobsters. He decided to put that off and not to keep Boris waiting. Ben quickly washed his face and headed towards the hallway. Boris was leaning against the wall, apparently texting on his phone when Ben walked into the hall. Boris gave Ben another look of disgust then began to walk down to the end of the hall. Ben knowingly followed, he didn't need to be told twice. Boris led him to an elevator. An elevator! Just how much money did this people have? They stepped into the large confined space. After the doors closed, Boris pushed a button labeled "Basement" and the elevator began to sink. It was a awkwardly silent ride. Ben began to wonder just how he put himself in this situation. Just a few hours ago he was relaxing at Rose's house and now he was working for the Russian mob. Fantastic. The doors opened abruptly, interrupting Ben's train of thought. Boris stepped out first and led Ben down another hallway, in front of two massive metal doors. There was an intercom on the wall, Boris rudely rang the button. "Damn, mon. Break it, why don't ya?" someone answered with a thick Jamaican accent. A buzzer rang and Boris pulled one of the doors open but didn't bother to hold it for Ben. He stepped in quickly, forcing Ben to literary reach out and keep the door from closing. Ben was amazed more and more as he explored the massive house. The room appeared to be some kind of training area. The huge space was filled with heavy bags, speed bags and countless weight racks. Ben saw a few boxing rings, wittingly spread out. He turned to followed Boris but couldn't help to steal a second glance at one of the rings. Two insanely hot girls were grappling on the canvas. They were both dressed in white Gis and fiercely trying to out-grapple one another. Then it hit him. They were twins, they looked exactly alike. Besides their different hair colors it was hard to tell them apart. The girl with the blue hair was on top of the other one trying to set up a submission before Boris called out to Ben. He turned around and followed Boris into the armory. An array of weapons were placed on racks and tables all over the room. There was a section for pistols, assault rifles, knives, machine guns, submachine guns, even sniper rifles. Ben looked all over the place trying to take all of this in. He suddenly felt a pair of large, rough hands on his back. He was abruptly turned around. Ben was now face to face with an Adonis-like teen with long, thick dreadlocks. He was dressed exactly like Ben and Boris but carries knives instead of grenades. He smiled broadly at Ben. Who nervously smiled back. "Don't tell me that hit on ya head made you forget me, mon. It's ya boy! Jermaine!" the giant took Ben into his arms and squeezed tight. Ben didn't know what to do so he hugged him back. Jermaine set Ben down but the smile didn't leave his face. He scanned Ben from head-to-toe as if he would've changed in a few days. "You look good Benny, but why don't we get your things?" Jermaine led Ben to a rusty footlocker sitting on one of the tables racked with knives. He pulled a necklace from inside his shirt and opened the lock. Jermaine turned the footlocker so Ben could see his "gear". Inside the carefully padded locker laid a dark grey IMI Desert Eagle with the matching suppressor. Ben picked up the firearm and fed one of the loaded magazines into it. He cocked the pistol and put it in the holster on his left side. Ben looked closer at the contents of the footlocker, then noticed a large combat knife beside the extra ammunition. He carefully unsheathed the blade, appreciating the detail of the razor-sharp edge. He ran his fingers through the teeth at the top of the black blade, testing the sharpness. Once he was satisfied, he put the knife in it's sheathe and buckled it onto his vest. "It's good to see you back!" Jermaine laughed with another hard slap on Ben's back. Ben smiled despite the pain. His smile quickly faded when the two girls entered the room. He got a better look at their magnificent figures up close. They had incredibly muscular thighs, and large calves. Their hour glass figure was a bit thrown off by the lack of breasts but it look good on them somehow. Both their faces lit up as soon as they spotted Ben. The girl with blue hair greeted him with a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek. Her sister wasn't so classy. The red haired girl jumped on Ben forcing to grab her ass to keep her from falling. She kissed him, hard. She snuck her tongue past his lips and started to explore his mouth. Ben immediately started to kiss back, the sensation of her warm mouth was too much for him. She placed a few quick kisses on his lips then a couple more on his face before jumping off him and stepping back. Ben stood there completely dumbfounded. Why did this incredibly hot girl just kiss him like that? And why was she so mellow about it? "Oh my god! Sis, you're such a slut!" the blue haired girl giggled. Her sister smugly smiled and licked her lips. "It's not like he remembers us, I don't know why you didn't take advantage of the opportunity. Now that he's single," she winked at Ben, who was blushing furiously. "Ok! Moving on from Ruby's sexual harassment. Ben, it's time you met the team." Jermaine interrupted. "You already met Boris, the guns expert. This crazy bastard knows everything there it to know about any type of gun. From pistols to shotguns, he's your man." Boris nodded his head and returned to his phone. Jermaine stepped over and place an arm around each of the girls' waists. "You know Ruby all too well, even if you don't remember it. And her sister, Sapphire." Jermaine scolded at Ruby for kissing Ben, she knew he didn't remember any of them. She apologetically smiled back at him. "Anyway, take your time to look around the facility. This place is huge, mon. The kitchen is on the third floor, your room is on the main floor. Mine, Boris' and the girl's on the fourth. Talk to any of us if you need anything. Welcome back to the Syndicate!" Jermaine let go of the girls and signaled Boris to step outside. They stepped out, Ben could hear them quietly chatting before hearing the door open and then loudly close. Now he was alone with these two amazons. They smiled at him then each took one of his hands and dragged him outside. They led him to the boxing ring were they we're grappling and told him to change. "I don't have a Gi," he told them a bit disappointed. Sapphire ran to the armory and came back with a white plastic bag. She pulled out a white Gi, trimmed with red edges. She laid it out on the floor then pulled out a red belt to go along with it. "I'm a red belt?!" he asked. They nodded and handed him the gear. Ben looked around to see there was no changing room, he would have to take his close off in front of them. He put his gun on a nearby table, along with his knife. He unbuckled the holsters and zipped off his vest setting it beside his weapons. He took of his shirt. He could almost feel their eyes on him. He gently folded the shirt and put it in the bag. He untied his boots then set them aside. Ruby made sure to tell him no socks were allowed on the ring. Ben took on his socks and tucked them into his boots. He unbuckled his pants, then took them completely off. He now stood only in his boxers, with his cock hard as stone. He folded his cargos and also placed them in the bag. He tied the bag and set it on top of his other belongings. He quickly slipped into his Gi and tied the belt around his waist. The girls were still staring at him. It made him a but uncomfortable. "So, are you guys like my trainers?" he asked putting the finishing touches on his uniform. He heard Sapphire's cute laugh. "You're way off! Ben, You're our trainer!" she pointed out. How was he going to teach these girls with absolutely no knowledge of the sport? "Well, how did we usually start?" he asked trying to sound sure of himself. Ruby's smile slowly started to come back. Ben didn't like the look of this already. "We would usually spar. I'll go first!" she chirped. She slid under the last rope and stood in the red corner waiting for Ben. Ben slid under the same rope and stood in the blue corner. He started to feel butterflies in his stomach. He wasn't afraid she would beat him, he wasn't sure were he should grab her. "It's easy! It will start coming back to you once we start," she tried to cheer him up. Ben smiled weakly and got into his best grappling stance. He crouched a bit and held both his arms out. Ruby did the same but kept her arms closer to her body. She surprised Ben with a huge takedown and slammed him hard on the mat. She landed straight into his guard and easily passed into full mount. She laid on his stomach, as Ben held on to her wrists preventing her from setting up any submissions. In her attempt to free her hands, Ruby started to grind furiously on Ben. She kept the head of his cock nudge in between her round ass cheeks as she tried to out-work him. Ben was distracted by the sensation of her fat ass cheeks squeezing his cock, he lowered his guard. Ruby grabbed a hold of his right arm and switched over to side control were she slipped on an arm bar. Ben tried to wiggle out but she kept a vice grip on his arm and kept increasing the pressure being put on his elbow. Ben had no other choice but to tap. He felt her free his arm and stand up. She started cheering running all over the ring. "That was the first time I've ever beat you!" she panted. Even the sweat rolling down her bronze skin looked good. Ben felt disgusted, but he wanted to lick all that sweat off her. "I wanna go next!" Sapphire whined. Ruby rolled her eyes and stepped out of the ring. She gave Sapphire a hard slap on the butt as she slid under the ropes. The shy girl now stood in the red corner tying her hair in a ponytail. She smiled at Ben then got herself in the stance. Ben did the same, it was him who surprised her with a huge takedown. He felt there was no need to be so rough with the girl, so he gently placed her on the mat. "Oh come on! What the fuck was that? You never take it easy on us!" Ruby yelled from the sideline. Ben shot her a quick glance before realizing he landed in Sapphire's guard. He felt those long, lean legs wrap around him. Ben went to work trying to pass into side control but the girl was stronger than she looked. She started bucking her hips into Ben's pelvis, trying to escape but instead caused his cock to start swelling. Sapphire could obviously feel Ben's erection press against her stomach but didn't say a word about it. Ben continue to try in out-work her, but with his lack of experience, wound up grinding on the poor girl. He would posture up then thrust his pelvis between her legs. She didn't know what to do or what to say so she kept trying to fight him off. He proved to be stronger than her but couldn't get past her guard. Ben continued his accidental grinding, Sapphire now began to take notice. Even with their Gis on, she could blatantly feel his hard cock rub on her wet pussy lips. She let out an involuntary moan that caught Ben's attention. "Fuck! This is so hot!" he heard Ruby say but didn't turn to look at her. He couldn't tear away from Sapphire's big brown eyes. Her cheeks were flushed with arousal, she began to sweat heavily. Ben knowingly increased his pace and started to thrust harder in between her legs. "Oh fuck!" Sapphire moaned. She didn't really come off as someone who talks dirty. It seemed she just needed the right motivation. Ben continued to slowly grind between her magnificent legs. He took a shot in the dark and cupped on her perky little breasts. Sapphire let out another moan when she felt Ben's manly hands on her sensitive mound. He rubbed her nipple between his fingers, she could feel every nerve tingling over the fabric of her Gi. Ben stopped with the teasing, he figured she'd had enough. Much to her dislike he let go of her completely and stood up feeling embarrassed about what he just did. Ben was taken off his feet, Sapphire tripped him, and now sat postured up on his stomach. She took a hold of his wrists and started the sensual grinding. She couldn't, wouldn't and didn't want to stop. She loved the feeling of her mentor's hard cock slid up and down between her pussy lips. "Sapphire... We have to stop," Ben panted. He clearly didn't want to stop but wanted to prevent her from going any further. She smiled at him and picked up her pace, provoking a few satisfied grunts from Ben. "It's alright. We're just sparring right?" she whispered into his ear. Her hot breath on his neck wasn't helping the situation. "What if someone walked in on us right now?" he asked taking of a hold of her curvy hips. She cursed at the feeling on his rough hands squeezing her plump ass. "We're just sparring, Ben. Relax," she let out between sharp breaths. Sapphire tore her top off and tossed it out of the ring. She undid her brown belt and tossed it after her top. Now she laid on top of Ben with nothing but her bra and her pants to cover her. She wore a black laced bra that pushed her already perky tits even higher. Ben salivated at the though of her yummy nipples in his mouth. He let his hands explore her naked torso. Running his fingers over her right stomach, running up her chest before cupping both her mounds in his hands. She wiggled at the feeling of Ben's hands cupping her sweet little hooters. She couldn't take it anymore, she wanted him inside her. Now! She stood up for a brief moment and slipped out of her pants. She balled them up and tossed over ropes. Now she stood over him in her small black bra and sexy little thong that showed a few hairs on her fuzzy peach. Ben stopped to drink in the sight of this beautiful girl standing in front of him in nothing but her underwear. It was driving him insane. He stood up as fast as he could and began to tear off all his clothes. He undressed until only his boxers remained on him. He laid back down, inviting Sapphire to mount him again. She happily jumped down on his cock and resumed her steamy grinding. Mashing his hard cock and balls into her wet snatch. "Fuck this!" Ben suddenly popped up and slid off his boxers. He tossed them into the pile of his clothes at the other end of the ring. Ben now stood naked in all his glory in front of a wide-eyed Sapphire. He stroked his hard cock as he watched her slide out of her bra. She let the kinky garment fall to the ground and stepped closer. Her round little B cup breasts stood high and mighty. Her lovely pink quarter-sized areolas sported two equally lovely nipples. Her little pokies were the hottest thing he's ever seen. They even put Rose's massive breasts to shame. He couldn't resist reaching out to the them. He latched on to her right breast, sucking and licking at her soft flesh. She took his massive cock into her hand, almost as if she was feeling it's weight. She stroked his length slowly as Ben devoured her chest. Neither wanting let go. Sapphire grabbed Ben detaching him from her left nipple. She kissed him for the first time, it was slow and full of desire. Unlike the lustful kiss from her sister. Ben slowly licked at her lips, she willingly allowed him to probe her mouth. Sapphire returned the hot, wet kiss with her own tongue. Their slippery tongues wrestled for what felt like hours. They finally parted with a peck on the lips. Sapphire ran her fingers through Ben's hair before dropping to her knees. The petite girl waisted no time in taking Ben's hard cock into her mouth. She took in about half way before gagging and having to pull out. She stroked it's length and gave the swollen head a few short licks before taking it back into her mouth. Ben was paralyzed from the pleasure of this petite girl sucking his meat. Her pretty brown eyes looked up at him, they somehow seemed familiar. She took as much as she could then would ease him out of her mouth with a loud slurp. She repeated this a few times before turning some attention to his balls. She gently massaged Ben's sack. Cupping both balls in her tiny palm. She gave them a gentle squeeze. Sapphire lifted Ben's cock and took both balls into her mouth. She licked at the sensitive skin, then gave each a good suck. She continued to stroke Ben as she gobbled on his sack. "Holy shit, sis! Who's the slut now?" Ruby teased. Sapphire spat Ben's balls out and turned to her sister. "He wants this just as much as I do. Don't you Benny?" she asked seductively. She didn't wait for his response. She eagerly took him back into her mouth and resumed her thorough oral "inspection". "Fuck yeah!" Ben grunted. Sapphire rewarded him with another hard suck of his left nut. His balls were now completely soaked in Sapphire's saliva. Satisfied with her work, she went back to Ben's throbbing cock. She took all of him into her hungry mouth. She swallowed him until his wet sack slapped her on the chin. She held this position for a while, making sure to lather Ben's cock with her spit. This was the sloppiest blowjob he's ever gotten but certainly the best. She encouraged Ben to to fuck her face by bobbing her head forward. Ben thruster his hips forward, sending more of him down her throat. She gagged on his length for a few moments before easing Ben's cock from her mouth with a hard suck. Ben looked down at the beauty between his legs. This girl he had never met before was willing to perform fellatio on him, without a second thought. Ben was hit with guilt and regret about what happened with Rose. He would probably end up doing the same to these girls. A few sexual encounters and then he would disappear. After his contract , Ben would be gone with the money and none of these people would ever hear from him again. Sapphire could see the worry in Ben's face. She slipped his rod out of her mouth but continued to stroke it. "Is something wrong?" she asked wiping the spit off her chin. Ben gently took her hand off his manhood and exited the ring. He quickly put on his clothes and headed towards the door. Ben turned to see Sapphire looking at him with tearful eyes. Ben smiled weakly but her expression didn't change. "I'm sorry, I can't do this," he said then he was out the door. Ben retraced his long walk with Boris. After a few turns and couple of long hallways he was back at the steel doors of the elevator. The doors suddenly opened and Ben hastily stepped inside. He pressed the main floor button and watched as the doors closed. He couldn't get the thought of Sapphire on her knees, probably crying her eyes out. He didn't need this, any of it. He would give anything to return back to his normal life of solitude and contract killings. It was a lonely existence but he found peace in it somehow. He had hurt that girl's feelings and needed to distance himself from this "team". Any hit man knew it was better to work alone. The money involved in this type of business would often provoke betrayal. The doors opened, revealing the classy furnishings Ben saw before. He stepped out of the elevator and began to walk down the long passage that led to the young girl's office. He kicked the door off it's hinges, sending the broken pieces of debris into the room. Ben felt a sudden rage take over him. He balled up his fists when he saw Boris leaning against the girl's desk. The girl... Who sat there with a horrified look on her face. Boris stood up and automatically drew his pistols, pointing them straight at Ben's chest. Before he could pull the trigger, he was met with a monster right hook to the jaw that knocked him down to the hard wooden floors. Ben kicked Boris' pistols across the room and stood over the stunned Russian. He grabbed a hold of his collar and started to beat his fist into his face. He could hear the blood curling screams of the girl, not that it would stop him. Ben continued his onslaught, raining down elbows and literary bashing Boris's face into the ground. Fatigue started to take over, Ben's arms got heavier forcing him to slow his pace. Ben stood, walked across the room and picked up one the Berettas. He cocked the handgun, pulled back the hammer and aimed the barrel at Boris' forehead. Boris... He was holding on to consciousness by a thread. Ben' elbows had opened deep gashes under both his eyebrows, his blood flowed like an open valve. His nose was clearly broken, twisted awkwardly to the left. He had a cold had stare into Ben's eyes, as if telling him to pull the trigger. Ben wrapped his finger around the trigger and began to slowly squeeze it back. The young girl suddenly attacked Ben knocking the gun out of his hand. She knelt down and cradled Boris' mauled head in her tiny arms. His blood quickly began to stain her suit. "Please! Don't kill him! Don't kill my brother!" she begged. She started sobbing uncontrollably, the river of tears quickly ruining her makeup. She caressed his face and held him closer to her chest. Boris closed his eyes and returned his sister's embrace. Ben stood there shocked at what he had done. He just attacked the brother of the girl who ran a cleaning business. No doubt they would want his head. Ben looked at his bloody palms and felt the tears forming in his eyes. Ben heard footsteps and quickly turned around to see Jermaine standing there with a horrified expression. He alternated between looking at Ben and Boris. He placed both hands on his head. He wanted to cry out but couldn't find the words. "What... What have you done?!" he finally let out. Jermaine grabbed Ben by the arm and dragged him out of the room. Jermaine pushed him into the elevator and began to press the second floor button frantically. Jermaine clearly wanted speak but didn't know what to say. As soon as the doors opened he took a firm hold off Ben's arm and dragged him outside. Ben recognized his room's door to the left of the elevator. Jermaine led him to his room. They almost ran inside, Jermaine quickly shut the door and told Ben to sit on the bed. Ben sat at the edge of the bed. He let his head collapse in his hands. He didn't fear the consequences as much as he feared living on the streets. This was his last shot at redemption and he fucked it all up, badly. He heard Jermaine pick up of the chairs by the window and set it in front of him. The flimsy chair creaked as Jermaine dropped his weight into it. Ben didn't have the courage to look up. "Look at me Ben,"Jermaine said softly. Ben shook his head, covering his face even more. "Look at me!" Jermaine demanded. Ben hadn't heard anyone yell that loud in along time. He was taken by surprise, his kind-hearted friend suddenly turned cold. Ben managed to pick his head from his hands. He noticed his years had soaked through and landed in the soft carpet below him. Ben met Jermaine's black eyes, full of concern rather than hatred. "What happened, mon?! Things were going do smoothly," Jermaine asked. They were, right up until Ben mauled his boss's brother. "I don't know. It's like something came over me and I took it out on Boris," Ben explained. His tone was almost inaudible. "Who am I Jermaine? I mean really. You people claim you know me but I don't remember a thing about any of you," "Ben, I was told not to tell you," Jermaine whispered avoiding Ben's gaze. "Tell me what? What it is Jermaine?" it was Ben's turn to do the questioning. He waited for a response but Jermaine was still staring at the wall. "Tell me! Who the fuck am I?" Ben shrieked at the top of his lungs. Jermaine jumped at the sudden outburst. He turned to Ben and met his angered eyes. "You, like the rest of us are part of a secret project performed by the Miklos family. Like all businesses, they wanted to get rid of all opposition. This company had something different in mind. They decided to hire hit men to take out the owners of other leading oil companies in hopes of the business crashing," Jermaine explained. "Where do we come in?" Ben asked. Jermaine hesitated to go any further but he felt that he at least owed that to Ben. "The hit men were very successful for a certain amount of time but they were murdered or got arrested. Vladimir Miklos decided to hire scientists to see if they could enhance the cleaners. They soon found out younger subjects were needed, way younger," He continued. "Stop stalling and tell me where we come in!" Ben commanded. "Alright! Alright! Calm down. Vlad wanted to use children that wouldn't be missed, children that nobody would come after. After experimenting on his own son, who was sixteen then, he discovered the benefits of the serum the scientists had created." Jermaine added. "What benefits?" Ben asked. "Enhanced strength and stamina. The ability to heal wounds remarkably faster than normal. Slowed aging, and built in military training and tactics," Ben was left speechless. He was some kind of human weapon. "He picked me up on a trip to Jamaica. He visited an orphanage in Kingston and picked out the kid who nobody wanted. Boris was the first to be experimented on, even his little sister Nina was given the serum. The twins were homeless before Vlad found them. He took them off the streets and gave them a home, with his own intentions of course." Jermaine continued. "Were am I from?" Ben couldn't hold back his curiosity any longer. Jermaine let out a huge sigh before he spoke again. "He was on a business trip to Cuba. On his way back to his hotel, he was pick-pocked by a thirteen year old who made off with his cash. He tracked him down and found him feeding his starving younger brother. Vlad decided the crime wouldn't go unpunished, he killed the younger brother and forced the boy to serve him. That boy was you," Ben felt his heart stop. He was taken away from his brother and forced to server this rich prick. He started to feel slight satisfaction that he killed him. "We all progressed nicely. He kept us here at his house while we trained and carried out simple hits for him. He was taking over all other oil industries in the world. For three years he was on top. He decided he didn't need the hit squad anymore so he tried to get us exterminated. You fought back. You kill thirty men and mowed down any of the remaining forces as you made your way to his office. You two got into a struggle and he cut your neck pretty deep. During the struggle you pushed him through a window where he met his death fifty feet below. You managed to escape. We tried to get a hold of you but you didn't come up anywhere. It turns out you didn't even leave California, you ran off to a hospital in LA to get help. When Nina found out about your whereabouts, she had the facility rebuilt and sent men after you. You were hit in the head pretty bad during your fight with Vlad. You lost your memory and ran off. Nina paid the nurse to bring you to her house then "disappear" the next day. She sent Boris and Marco after you and here we are," Ben simply sat there. He couldn't speak and wouldn't dare to move. All this feeling he had for Rose meant nothing. She was just some girl who was paid off to lure him to her house and keep him there to be picked up. He felt even worse about what he did to Boris, he was just trying to help him. It turns out Nina's whole "kidnapping" act was just her trying to bring Ben back into the Syndicate. Ben was flooded with questions but started off with his relationships with all the other teens. Jermaine went on to explain that they all got along well before the incident. Ben dated Ruby for a while but decided things would get too awkward so they decided to split up. Jermaine, Ben and Boris had always been close but were driven apart after Vlad's murder. Even though he was a heartless tyrant, Vlad was still Boris' father. Ben had lived in this house for three years and didn't remember any of it. That explains why the room was so much to his liking. Jermaine sat there and let all the information sink in before he excused himself. He thought it was best if Ben was left alone. Ben laid in his massive bed before drifting off into a deep sleep. He dreamed about the past that night, having brief visions about his previous life. The next day... Ben's eyes snapped open, he was looking straight into the creamy ceiling. Ben found the strength to pick himself up out of his comfortable bed and head into the bathroom. He pealed off his sweat-drenched clothes and stepped into the cold shower. California's weather wasn't helping his case. As he washed away all the dirt and stench, he wonder how long it had been since he last took a shower. Ben quickly toweled off and wrapped himself up in zed towel. He stepped before the massive mirror and took a good at himself. He seemed cleaner, and more at peace. As he brush his teeth, Ben couldn't help but wander what type of person he was before. Jermaine said he got along with everyone but did they do it out of love and respect or fear? Ben washed the sleep from his eyes and went straight to his massive wardrobe. Ben carried his dirty clothes and tossed them into a hamper. Ben still wasn't used to all the things inside the house. Everything seemed so... Exaggerated. He looked through a few suits, but decided against it. After all, it's not he'd be going anywhere special. Ben found a dresser full of the cargos he wore the day before. The top drawer was full of the same plain black shirt. He tilled out a pair of cargos along with a fresh shirt. Ben found his underwear in the bottom drawer, he picked out some colorful briefs and slipped them on. Ben quickly dressed and hung the wet towel in the bathroom. He didn't know exactly what to do next. He wanted to apologize to Boris but what's he going to say? I'm sorry I beat your face into the ground? Ben made his way to Nina's office despite all the dirty looks from the servants and other cleaners. He gently knocked on the door. The door! She must've replaced it after Ben left. "Come in," Ben heard Nina's soft voice respond. He swung the doors open, taking Nina by surprise. She pulled out a golden Colt Python from under her desk and pointed it towards Ben. She must've been scared senseless. Ben realized he had left his weapons on the table of the training area the day before. He slowly raised his hands, showing Nina he was unarmed. "Please, I have to talk to you," he said in a calm tone. He took a step closer and heard Nina pull back the Python's shiny hammer. Ben quickly took a step back and let out a deep sigh. "If I wanted to kill you, you would already be dead," he pointed out. She realized he was right and set the gun down, not out of reach though. Ben sat in the cushiony chair in front of Nina's massive desk and looked into her eyes. Her beautiful little green pools were covered in tears. She was actually shaking in her chair. Ben went to hold her hand, she pulled it away before he could reach it. "I don't want to hurt you. I just wanna talk," he was almost whispering now. Nina bit her plump lower lip and looked back at Ben. She just nodded and wiped the tears from her eyes. "I think it's best if I leave," he came out with it. "What?! Why?" she asked in shock. "It's clear that I don't belong here. You all may have fond memories, but I don't. There's no point of me staying here if I would be living among strangers." his voice started to crack. Nina could see him holding back the tears. "You agreed to do this contract. You can't leave now. I'm sorry Ben, I can't allow it. This is a huge deal for the Syndicate. You'll have to just put up with us "strangers". After you kill Yin, you're welcome to leave," Nina told him with confidence. With that Ben abruptly stood up and walked out of the room. He figured that if this was his last mission, he would do it style. Ben went straight to the training room. He found Sapphire and grappling in one of the rings while Jermaine and Boris sparred in another. Ben took a close look at Boris and saw all his wounds had completely healed. After hearing the door shut they all stopped training and stared at Ben. This was going to be more awkward than he thought. Ben loudly made his way to the locker room where he instantly found his old locker. His pistol hung on a hook in it's holster and his knife was tucked nicely under his training clothes. Ben found his boxing gloves after rummaging through his locker and decided to work the bag. He picked up his hand wraps and stepped in the training room once more. Ben pulled up a chair and started to wrap his hands. The others went back to their training but he wouldn't dare to look at them, out of pure guilt. Once his hands were tightly wrapped, he walked across the other side of the room were the boxing equipment was placed. Ben took notice to the two rows of heavy bags and at least half a dozen speed bags mounted on the wall. Ben picked out the closest bag and started pounding away. He punished the bag with his heavy hooks and uppercuts. He skillfully moved his feet and worked the bag at angles. Once he felt the skill slowly return to his hands and feet, he started to work in kicks. Ben dug his shin into the the rough leather of the bag in different spots. He put together punch-kick combinations and quickly started to work up a sweat. He wrapped his arms around the bag and sent sharp knees into it's side. He would step back as far as he could then come forward pulling the bag down as he sent his knee up, maximizing the damage. Ben stepped back into striking distance and worked his elbows. He almost flinched at the sound of his forearm digging into the bag. He slid his arm up higher and dug his elbows deeper into the bag. Ben backed up once more and stepped into a forceful kick putting all his weight on it. Ben chopped into the bag several times before hearing the leather start to tear. He through a monster body kick that tore straight through the sand filling the bag and cut it perfectly in half. Ben stood there admiring his work then went back to the locker room. He could almost hear their jaws drop. He changed into his sweats and an old hoodie and decided to run around the gigantic room. It had to be at least a quarter mile round, he figured he could do five miles. Ben started the run at a frantic pace then slowed down as he approach his fourth mile. Fatigue started to take it's toll on his legs but he pushed even harder. Ben lost track of time, he became oblivious to the world. His only focus was to keep running. After the twelfth mile his body begged him to stop. Ben tried to turn around the corner but he couldn't pick up his legs. He decided to take a water break and sat down. As he chugged down the gallon of milk he filled with water, he watched the girls spar. On the very spot he had his first encounter with Sapphire. He could almost smell her delicious perfume. The intoxicating aroma of her hair, and her incredibly smooth skin. The guilt started to return, Ben felt worse with each passing moment. He thought he caught a glimpse of Sapphire looking at him but it must've Ben his imagination, how could she even be in the same room with him after he walked out on her like that? Ben hit the weight racks and was amazed at how much weight he could lift. He could easily curl eighty pounds without strain. Ben stacked the barbell with forty-pound plates and squatted at least three hundred pounds. Ben worked his muscles until failure. He was literary soaked in sweat. He had easily spent three hours on that workout alone, he thought it was time for a cold shower. He returned his equipment back into his locker and changed into his combat gear. Ben rushed to his room, he couldn't wait to get in that shower. As the cool water ran down his back, he thought about what to do after he got his money. He thought about starting a business but figured that would be too risky. They would find out who he really is in no time. Maybe he should change his name and invest it all in stocks. He could invest it into Nina's company, it would multiply in no time. Ben wrapped himself in a fresh towel and went straight to bed. He desperately wanted to set things right but couldn't find the courage. He dozed off soon after closing his eyes, he'd never been do tired in his life. He woke up the next day feeling rested and energized. Ben continued his intense workout routine for weeks. He would spar with some on the other newcomers, none of them nowhere near his level. Ben was instructed to teach the new wave of wannabe hit men. Some were young and some were old. Some mostly were in it for the money. Ben made sure to work them extra hard. He taught the class of newcomers in all areas. He punished them with his brutal kickboxing training, they suffered in his grappling classes and worse of all were his conditioning drills. He had them run five miles a day none stop. In any of them even thought about taking a break, Ben would have them do fifty pushups, counting every single one out. After he was satisfied with their physical condition, he moved on to firearms. Ben found he was an expert in all types of weapons. He taught them to throw knives, plant land-mines and snipe anything within a thousand yards. They quickly progressed and were off to their contracts. A new class would come in, Ben would murder them for five weeks then they were off. He did this for at least eight classes, each stronger than the last. Nina expanded her business along with her "extermination" group. There was at least sixty new cleaners living at the mansion. Each had their own set of skills, but all were equally deadly. Everyone surprisingly got along, there was no sense of competition only brotherhood. Some of them even hooked up, Ben started to see young boys and girls holding hands in the mess hall. Ben was proud of all his alumni. They were top-notch assassins and would no doubt have a bright future in the business. He rarely saw the others, they were all also appointed to be instructors in different areas. Ruby and Sapphire taught the snipers and stealthy types. Boris and Jermaine taught "Tanks", as Ben like to call them. They were heavily armed and would take targets straight on. Over time Ben's guilt died down. The dirty looks he received from Nina and the other cleaners caused him to develop a deep hatred for all of them. After this job was done he would disappear, never to be seen again. The date for the assassination drew closer, Ben started training even harder as the last days went by. Ben's alarm woke him from his deep sleep. He sat up on the bed and couldn't hold back his smile. June 5th, the day Yin would lie dead in his suite. Ben ran into the bathroom and quickly washed up. As he brushed his teeth he caught a glimpse of one of the many housekeepers. Nina was forced to hire them after recruiting so many teenagers, all of them were slobs. Ben scanned her tight Latin body as she vacuumed the carpet. She wore the traditional maid's outfit only this one barely covered half of her humongous ass. Ben honestly had never seen anything that big in his life, he often wondered if she had to custom order her jeans. She caught him staring but just flashed him a sexy smile. She obviously enjoyed teasing the hell out of him and got a kick out of making drool over her. Her long black hair tied in a ponytail, held by a red band. She always seemed to be wearing stockings, no matter how hot it was. She would alway wore stockings and those sexy high heels. She looked more like a stripper than a cleaning lady. What bothered Ben the most is that she was like forty years old and still looked that good. He got to know her shortly after she started working at the house. He found out she was from Cuba, just like him. She had only one daughter and was divorced. He almost came in his pants after hearing that. "Good morning, Ben!" she greeted in her usual happy tone. She purposely bent over to vacuum under the glass table in front of the TV. Something she could've easily done while standing up. This gave Ben the perfect view of her fat, yet firm, ass cheeks and a peek at her brown pussy lips. Her thong barely covered her twat, in her effort to bend down it must've slipped between her mound. Ben finished brushing and took a sip of the mouthwash. As he swished it around in his mouth, she made her way to the wardrobe. She came back with Ben's combat gear and laid it all out on his bed. She made sure to run her hands through the fabric as if her touch would straighten out the wrinkles. Ben spat the mouthwash into the sink. He wiped the water of his face and hurried into his bedroom. Ben changed into his clothes like the room was on fire. He laced up his boots and started to walk towards the door. About halfway, he thought he should thank the cleaning lady for her service. Ben turned to see her dusting one of the end tables near his bed. She had her back turned to him, focused on her work. Ben took her by surprise as he came up behind her a cupped both her tits. Her breasts were small, solid A cups. She gasped loudly, Ben started to run his hands all over her body. He rubbed her flat stomach, stopping to tickle her ribs. She broke into a giggle fit and slapped his hands away. "Maria, your body is amazing," Ben panted into her ear. Feeling this young study's hot breath in her ear drove her to the edge. She arched her back, squishing her cheeks against the bulge in his pants. Ben turned her around, he took one last look into her big brown eyes. They were filled with desire and desperation. He kissed her, the first kiss he had in months. Ben couldn't control himself, he shoved his way past her lips and found her tongue. Maria had experience beyond his years. She skillfully kissed him back, almost causing him to cum in his pants. Ben dropped his hands to her ass as their frenzy continued. Maria licked his lips, she kissed his top lip then the bottom one. Ben squeezed her cheeks, hard. Maria involuntarily let out a satisfied moan. "Oh god, Ben! It's been years since a man touched me," She whispered in his hear breaking away from the kiss. She groped his hard cock through his pants. She felt the outline and began to stroke it. Ben reluctantly pushed her away. "I have to go. When I come back I'm going to fuck your brains out!" he growled. Ben gave her ass one last slap before walking out of the room. He felt weird for getting involved with the help but he needed sex. At this point from any willing suitor. Ben hastily made his way to Nina's office. He hadn't been to her office in months. He opened the door to find everything exactly the same. The rest of the team was standing in front of Nina's desk. Ben noticed someone he hadn't seen before. A short dark haired man was standing next to Boris. When he spotted Ben, he smiled broadly and went to greet him. "Benny! I'm Marco, you probably don't remember me but we been through some shit, my brother!" he was clearly Brazilian. He wore the Syndicate uniform of camo cargos and a black shirt but didn't carry any weapons. Ben politely shook his hand, just then Nina walked into the room. She was wearing another of her stylish pantsuits. This one was blue with white stripes, she topped it off with blue stilettos and a tie to match. She wore her trademark blouse, always showing her budding cleavage. She made her way around the desk and sat down. She took a good look at all of them before speaking. "It's good to see you all again. We're going to need all the help we can get," she gestured Marco to fill the team in. "Ok, my friends. Everything we've done has been a walk in the park compared to this. Our target, General Tao, runs a very lucrative business in Bangkok. He runs the biggest child prostitution rink in Thailand. It's bad for business. Many of our sponsors and investors want him dead and we're the right team for the job," he explained then passed a picture of the target around. When the picture reached Ben's hands he almost laughed. General Tao was a short man with glasses. He had a scar over his left eyebrow, but other than that he looked completely harmless. "Now, they want him dead by tomorrow night. We obviously can't just parachute down into his room and kill him in his sleep. We'll have to fly out several miles outside his estate, then infiltrate. We'll run the usually set up. Jermaine I want you scouting and proving cover for the guys up front," He went on. Jermaine nodded at his instructions. Marco pointed at Boris. "Boris, I want you to infiltrate the estate and make sure there's a safe passage leading directly to Tao," he instructed. Boris nodded in agreement. "Ruby I want you up font with Sapphire. Take Ben with you, you'll need the extra firepower," Ruby and Sapphire looked at Ben who just smiled back. They made it clear he wasn't off the hook. "Alright! Now that everything's cleared up, go pack your things and meet me outside. Pack heavy, we don't know how many men Tao has in his mansion. Remember guys, we need this. The Syndicate had been doing rookie work with rookie cleaners, it's time the pros pulled in a big money kill like this. Off you go!" he waved them off. "Damn! Why am I so nervous?" Ben thought to himself as he followed the others to the elevator. They went to armory to gear up for their first mission since Ben's accident. He actually had butterflies in his stomach. The four of them stepped into the armory and split off in different directions. Jermaine went into the sniper section. Boris into the assault rifles. Ruby and Sapphire headed off into submachine guns. Ben went into the locker room and picked up his things. Once he came back he found everyone locked and loaded. Boris held the massive M60E3 strapped around his shoulder. He was wrapped in belts of ammunition. Boris also carried his dual Beretta 92s and a combat knife for close encounters. The pockets of his vest were full of ammunition, he lined up the front of his vest with half a dozen M67 hand grenades. Jermaine was loading an extended magazine into his Barrett M82A1 anti-material rifle equipped with day/night optics. Jermaine also carried a Colt Python and a few hand grenades. He was also stacked with ammunition. Ruby and Sapphire packed lightly. They both carried dual Škorpion vz. 61s and suppressed Glock 17s. They decorated their vest with several throwing knives. It's clear they meant to get up close and personal. Ben screwed on the Eagle's suppressor. He fed a full magazine into it then placed it in it's holster. Ben found the crate of hand grenades and made sure to take a handful. After he was done strapping the grenades to his vest, he loaded up on ammunition for his pistol. Ben couldn't decide on what weapon to take. He clearly wanted to use an assault rifle for this type of mission but he was still undecided. After giving it much thought he decided on the M16A1 Assault rifle with an underslung M203 grenade launcher. Ben loaded it with a custom sixty round magazine, then fed the 40mm grenade into the launcher before packing a few spares. Ben was about to join the others before he realized his knife was still in his locker. He quickly found it under the training clothes in his locker. Ben sheathed the knife and clipped the belt around his waist. Now ready, the group went outside to meet Marco from their final briefing. The elevator took them to the roof where a sleek Gulfstream G550 business jet waited for them. Marco stepped out of the jet with a huge smile on his face. "Why are taking the jet?" asked Jermaine. "Don't worry we're landing it in the old runway two miles outside of Tao's estate," Marco responded. "Nina wanted you to travel in comfort," They all boarded the sleek jet and took their seats in the smooth leather chairs. Marco passed out drinks as he gave them the final details. "Here, wear these," he handed them earpieces. "This way you can keep on contact with me and each other," "Now get ready for a smooth relaxing ride before you start spilling guts," he laughed almost choking on his tequila. "It's going to be seventeen hours, plenty of time to get some some rest and pray for you life!" Ben had a feeling Marco was always cracking dark jokes like that. He didn't fear for his life, he feared he might not live up to their expectations. Ben feared he wasn't "The Iceman" anymore. Only time would tell. Thanks for reading this chapter, guys. I promise the next one will be all blood and gore, with some sex in it of course. Feel free to leave any comments on what you would like to see or how I can make the story better. Please, no stupid comments. You don't like the story, I'm sorry. I'm not changing a thing about it. |
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