Her eyes had filled up with tears.
I had left her a great sum of money. She had known where it had come from and my life would be in greater danger then ever.
But I couldn’t watch her struggle as she takes care of the new born.

I had made sure she was gone from the city I couldn’t bare to watch her get killed for my actions.

It wasn’t long before I was spotted by a goon who always called me jack for some reason.

I had sat in a dark room with plastic on the floor.
Four large men came in the room with there selected tools they wanted me to tell them were the money had gone to but I had not felt the need to harm my family.
I was tortured to the point where I had wished for death to come and save me from misery.

After a long two hours of nothing but me bleeding I had seen a large blurred figure walking fast to my direction. I heard a loud bang and then nothing.

I had laid on the floor dieing; with only one thought rushing threw my mind is how I will miss my love and my new born baby.