Mark's p.o.v
"Have you forgotten how he took us in and raised you, baby boy?" She asked in a whisper.
I had my gaze fixed on the floor in silence.
There was never a day that I had forgotten how that man took us in. It wasn't entirely for us but he still did. I was grateful for that because I became the man I was thanks to him.
"You have to please think about taking over as leader of the group. You know how violent your father gets when things don't go as he had planned." She said softly.
I hated that part of Martin a lot, thinking back now there was a time when he tied my mother naked to the bed and ordered a few men to have their way with her. Just because I refused to pull a trigger on an innocent man. The look in my mother's eyes was the worst look any child could ever see, she was
