Feet rumbled in the silent hall along with chats here and there, the hall shook from the weight of men marching in one direction, the office of Kendrick Chucks.
The fright was quite understandable, it was a decision between life and death. The boss was brutal and relentless, just the day before he killed a traitor before their very eyes, a bullet in the eye then in the mouth, and on the head, blood splattered everywhere, all he found to do was order the maids to clean the waste.
Each gang member knew about his severe lead, though he brought them victory, fame, and richest, at what price? An empty soul.
They believed him to be the contract of the devil himself, he had the look of a demon, the desire of one too, to crown the evil he had the finest face anyone would ask for, the gorgeou
