SCAR

Benjamin Jace aka Benji

Scar's pov

The place I rented belonged to one of the goons working for the French Mafia and had multiple buildings around the continent with different names.

To be discrete and not blow my cover, I had to have him know me like a normal man and not someone he might need to dig in for. I didn't want to give him an impression of me being a rich man and have him respect me or for him to join businesses with me.

I just wanted him to see me as a man running short of money despite being a restaurant owner.

I was here for the last three months and had to stay for more than four months more before I get everything on them and deliver it to Rafe.

The bastards were good at what they did and never left a trace behind but that is where I come into the picture.

I was the undercover agent.

The role often involved working undercover, gathering evidence, monitoring suspicious activity, and interviewing witnesses in my own precious ways. With enough evidence, I begin the paperwork process, filling out forms, reports, and records before delivering them to Rafe in our own codewords.

The job was never easy and it meant temporary residence throughout the mission. Risking my family was another con that I took, and therefore Rafe had taken my baby sister under his wing for the months I was working under him.

He dragged me out of the hellhole I breathed into, I was the part of and thought that was forever my life. He made me believe I had yet to find my aim in this world and I would be good for his business with just a little training.

Leo was our mentor and he had the respect as a father in my heart. He taught me how to live, and how to survive in this money-hungry world where in the lust for power people clawed viciously at others to climb the ladder of downfall.

It was yet another day, and like all afternoons, I stayed back at the house and worked in my makeshift office at the next man I had to hunt down in the night.

It was Benjamin Jace aka Benji.

The right-hand man of Nate Cross. Nate worked undercover for The French Mafia and to put my hands on Nate, I had to first clean my hands on Benji.

From what I heard, he was coming to Cocktail City next weekend for business and I also knew it was my time to put myself in action.

I just needed to pick him up and deposit him into the underground torture cells Rafe owned behind the infamous boxing place that usually opened at midnight on weekends for open fights.

I remembered the time I used to be one of those street fighters. Trying to make a living out of my short-lived victories that always landed me on the hospital bed with a few bones broken. I was wasting myself and there I happened to run into Rafe. He made me look on the brighter side and offered to employ me. I was skeptical about it all but then I saw my baby sister and could not be selfish and one fortunate day, I called him and took him up on his offer.

My phone rang in my pocket and I groaned for being disturbed by the unpleasant noise.

"Speak." I gruffly said without looking at the caller ID.

"Jack... There's this girl over here Ryan was telling us about... What do you think I should do?" It was Brena.

"Ask her the basics Brena and get her the work if you find her good enough," I said on the phone, raking my hand through my hair with the free one.

"Okay. And when are you coming? It's pretty full in here." She said and I looked at my watch with a frown to find it was eight in the evening and I was already an hour late.

"Oh sorry, Brena I forgot to inform you that I will be running late today. I'll stop by the closing time and check out." I said, trying to sound as believable as possible.

"It's okay, son. We will manage here." She said politely before I cut the call.

Fuck. I was so engrossed in my work that I didn't keep an eye on the time. I was working for the past six hours straight.

With a sigh, I fixed myself some coffee that was the only available edible thing in the pantry and headed to my room to take a quick shower before driving off to The Rock.

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Dossam's pov.

The place was chaotic as I walked around the corner and came face to face with the lightened-up corner indoor restaurant with wild red and yellow lights going well with the cozy environment. The place looked full even though it wasn't even seven-thirty in the evening.

Just how famous was this place?

Stepping inside, the bell jiggled, indicating my presence and even some heads snapped up to have a look at the new intruder that was me.

I trudged to the counter where an old man stood in white chef's clothes and a long hat.

"Hello miss. I am sorry we are running short of workers today. How may I help you?" He asked with an apologetic, dimpled smile

"It's alright. In fact, I came here for the job of a waitress." I pointed at the front wall outside, where there was a notice for a hunt for the waitress.

"Oh. Alright, can I know your good name?" He asked in an absolute relief.

"Dossam. Dossam Hangman." He looked at me for a second too long before a flash of recognition marred his features.

"Oh, you are the one Ryan was talking about." He nodded and I just nodded along, not knowing how much they both told them about me.

"Actually the boss is not here at the moment. Would you mind taking a seat at the back while we wait for him?" He asked politely and I nodded.

"Sure. I'll just be there at the back." I pointed at the unoccupied back table.

He nodded before I moved to the said table and slumped down.

let's wait for the boss to grace us with his presence.

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