We all gaped at him, struggling to wrap our heads around it all.
My dad... killed someone? My grandfather? I knew Dad carried a gun, but I never...
"I just don't understand... why?" I asked. "Why is this so important? Why go so far as to kill someone? And how... how did you not go to jail?"
"Because this is family business, son. Your late grandfather was no stranger to killing and neither was I. Neither of us were ever worried about going to prison," he replied.
W-what...? H-how...?
"As for why this is all so important..." Dad said as he looked around the place, opening his arms wide. "This is why."
"This?" I asked, confused. "This basement?"
"No, this club," he told me. "I know that you think I created this club, but that's not true. I just took the club to a level that it's never
