Mr. Atticus had melody in his voice. The more you hear him, the more you fall for his voice. It was dark. Soothing. Deep. I remember once he told me he had a passion for guitar. But he could sing was still unknown to me.
But then there were so many things I didn't know about him. But I wanted to know. Pheonix Atticus was an enigma. He still is. How and why he came into this mafia profession sometimes astounds me. He has told a thing or two about his relationship with the underworld and how he became what he is now. But at times things surprise me more than it should. Or maybe I get surprised more than I should be.
When he told me he could sing and when I heard him singing, I was pulled into an ocean of endless melody. My body woke up from his music as much as my soul felt at ease. Enou
