He had pushed himself to the very end, he was a legend to his last breath, the great mafia boss of all time, KENDRICK CHUCKS was now dead and gone. So many rejoiced over his deceased while few mourned the boss and moved on.
Anderson still recalled the night he had died in her arms, everything but worried. He was born a slave but died as a free man, his dreams he had all fulfilled them not like he had any. It felt like an unending nightmare to Anderson and she wished she had died instead. They still had more to do, their child was on the way and he wouldn't be there to fuss about nothing, and scold her for being too hard on their child. He wouldn't get the baby small gifts and spend the whole night watching his child and making sure he or she was safe.
He wouldn't be there to be the only
