Dwayne's POV

Six years ago.

I was marched with some other inmates to a black truck that had no window in the yard. We were the inmates that were going to be killed. Some were sentenced to death by firing squad, some by electrocution and others like me by hanging.

I had lost all hopes. All Numero Uno's attempt to get me out kept getting foiled. Numero Uno really tried for me. He was a great friend. Though I had spent a lot of money for him, a lot of people wouldn't care about that.

I would die today. In the dark truck, someone started calling out my name with...