Melvin took a sip of his drink and hissed as he felt the liquid fire pouring down his throat. He licked his lips and swirled the dark liquor around in his glass. “Let’s just say it takes a really cold, calloused, sick and twisted mothafucka to murder someone in cold blood and not feel any kind of remorse afterwards. It's easy to aim a gun at someone. It's not easy to actually pull the trigger, ’cause when you take another man’s life, you gotta live with that for the rest of yours. You’re the one that's gonna see that man’s face you murdered every time you shut your eyes.” As Melvin spoke his mind he was assaulted with excessive flashbacks of the night he murdered Shivs, Tamara, and her man. There were muzzle flashes, blood, and horrified screams. Everything seemed t
