“True, true,” Tiaz nodded. His old man was right. He always kept it one-hundred stacks with him. Melvin placed the black book back inside of the safe and shut it. He then motioned for his son to sit down on the bed and he sat down beside him. “Truthfully, I should have been stopped doing this s**t. I was only doing it to be able to pay the rent up for a few months and get the bills from outta my hair,” he spoke honestly. “I got that money and then some.” “Then why did you keep on going?” “When I lost your mother I felt dead inside. I was a walking, talking zombie. I was alive, but I wasn’t exactly living. It wasn’t until I picked up that mask and that gun that I felt alive again, son. The rus
