Chapter 27

CHAPTER 27 Even though it was pouring outside, the orders didn’t stop coming. Driving on wet roads at high speeds in hurry was not something just about anyone could do. It wasn’t just about the driving skill but also the guts needed to go through the experience of riding on 4-lane and 8 lane roads when thunder rumbled in the sky. The risk was just too much compared to the reward.

However, there were many willing to work even in the rain. Covering their packages in plastic containers to retain the heat, the pizza delivery guys put their skills and courage to full use.

Benjamin was also among them. He could have used the Porsche as there was no rule saying he couldn’t, but he still used the motorcycle because he liked the challenge.

During the time of rain, five minute extra time was given for all deliveries. Today, he was delivering a total of thirty pizzas to a college dorm. Even though he delivered in time, the boys were too busy partying, they made him wait more than forty minutes before paying. And they didn’t even give him a tip when he waited outside for so long.

He just laughed at his own bad luck and left. He could complain about them, but since they were just college kids and he had to complain to Christopher, that’s that.

When he returned to Rye’s Pizza, he was in for a shock. The Porsche was gone. He ran straight to Christopher, grabbed his collar and forcibly lifted his big ass off the chair. “Where’s my car!” He left the keys in his locker, the key to which only he and the manager should have.

Christopher, however, smiled and slowly said, “Someone from the Sterling family came and took the car. Did you steal from them or what?”

Benjamin pushed him down back into the chair. “That’s none of you damn business.”

“Yeah, but it is my business to report to my superiors that you abused me, and we have witnesses, too.”

“Do whatever you want.” Benjamin packed up his next order and left without wasting time, Being a seven-star deliverer, he didn’t need to make and pack the pizzas himself. He only needed to focus on making the delivery in time.

This time, he had to deliver to a room on the tenth floor of an old apartment that didn’t even have an elevator facility. There wasn’t much traffic, either. Straight away, Benjamin felt that something was off. Still, he needed to make the delivery, so he had no time to waste.

He hurried to the tenth floor and knocked on the door. But nobody opened it, and this brought up some frustration on Benjamin’s face. He was carrying twelve pizzas, and in the cold rainy weather, their warmth and freshness wouldn’t last long. Normally, he would have left, but he knocked on the door harder this time. Men appeared on both sides of the corridor. The sound of the rain masked their footsteps, but Benjamin’s ears could clearly discern what was going on. A total of four bodybuilders, two on either side, attacked him without hesitation.

Inside the room.

A scar-faced man was consuming cocaine while topless girls sat on either side of him and rubbed his thighs as though they were hinting to him that they were ready for action. The phone next to the small heap of cocaine rang. The scar-faced man picked it up.

“Is it done?” the voice from the other side asked.

“Of course, sir. Don’t you know I am Black Bear? Once I take up a task, you can consider it done.”

“Send me a pic.”

“Sure,” he got off the sofa and walked to the door, murmuring, “it’s just a pizza delivery guy, so just one of my men can eat him alive.” He opened the door, and four heavily-built were lying by the doorstep, cringing in pain and a couple of them coughing blood. They seemed to be in intense pain. “The fuck just happened here?”

Seeing four of his men lying helplessly on the floor stirred his blood. “Did that pizza fucker do this shit to you guys?” he pulled one of them up by their shirts. “Tell me.”

“I-I couldn’t even see anything,” that man spoke with pain and bled some more through the mouth, and it fell on Blackbear’s hand. “Geez,” Blackbear let go of him. “Just how hard a hit in the stomach can make a guy like you suffer like this? I should have guessed things wouldn’t be so easy when that mother-fucking lawyer and his cock-sucking son both called and gave me the same stinking task: to beat the living shit of a guy working at Rye’s Pizzas. I thought I could shag a couple of bitches and sleep tight tonight, but this pizza guy fucked it all up. Whoever he is, I won’t let him get even forty winks until I’m done with him!”

His phone rang again. He thought it was the lawyer once again, but it was his wife. He answered it fast. “Hello, darling!”

“Darling, my ass! I ain’t coming home tonight, so eat some shit outside.” “Okay, but what work made you so busy?” he asked, but the call ended. More men showed up at the scene and were shocked to see what had happened. “Boss, are you alright?”

“I’m not fine, you piece of shit. Find out who that pizza guy exactly is before the sun goes down.”

One of the underlings looked to the sky. It was raining, and the sun was nowhere to be seen.” But, boss, we can’t see the sun.”

Blackbear looked at the one who just spoke. “So smart. Your IQ must be in single digits.”

The underling folded his hands and lowered his head and blushed, thinking his boss was praising him, but a knee struck his face and sent him over the edge of the parapet, shocking the others. They couldn’t even hear his cry for long because of the rain, but it was certain that guy died.

The men standing there were taller and sturdier than Blackbear, but they couldn’t even look him in the eye for long. “Any motherfucker can grow muscle by eating and exercising, and so you motherfuckers are easily replaceable. That’s why you better show some spirit and smarts, or I don’t know when I’ll eat your lives. Now find out about that pizza motherfucker before the sun goes down. Got it?”

“Yes, Boss!” “Take these four losers to our clinic,” Blackbear said and then went back into his room.