“Come on,” Melvin stated, pulling the bowling bag closer. “Help me count up this bag so I can see how much we working with here.”
“We?” Tiaz raised an eyebrow.
“Yes, we, as in you and me, son, We a team now, so whatever we get we break bread with one another.”
Tiaz pulled out a chair and sat down excitedly, rubbing his hands together greedily. He loved shooting the s**t with his old man.
“Damn, pop, we gotta get us a money-counter, it’s gone be a minute for we count up all of this shit.”
“Got cha,” Melvin pointed at his son. “Next time we’ll make sure we have one of those, ‘cause God knows I don’t feel like running up all of this money.”
Melvin chopped it up with his son for a while before heading off to his bedroom with a glass of Jack in his hand. He stripped down to his boxers and
