“Pop, I’m not leaving here without you. f**k these niggaz.” He mad dogged all of the opposing man in the room, then he looked back to his father.
“Listen, you’ve gotta get outta here now. If you don’t, we’re both dead. Please.”
There was silenced as father and son stared into one another’s faces. Their eyes saying what their mouths hadn’t the courage to mention. Melvin hadn’t been too big on affection with his first born, so he let his actions show him what he couldn’t verbalize.
“I love you, son.”
Those words made Tiaz’ eyes turn glassy, but he refused to shed a tear in front of the men present. Without saying a word, he wrapped his arms around him firmly. His father kissed him on the cheek and the side of the head.
“Go, son, go! Get outta here.” Melvin threw his head toward the door
