Hendrix sat beside Mahalia dropping tears, it's been over four weeks since she's been lying on the bed lifelessly.

He couldn't tell what his life would turn to if Mahalia couldn't make it, that's what he wouldn't start thinking for now.

"Thought you'd be awake by now Mahalia, you should wake up so I can be myself." He murmured and wiped her face.

Who the hell will ever think that the great Mafia king will weep because of a woman? Isn't it so easy to get himself another woman if she gives up?.

But that's not his way, Mahalia is now part of him that he believes in not being...