Both men stood in stunned silence, rocked by Florence Taggert's tearful outburst just moments earlier. As he lay in a coma a few floors above, Mike Corbin's life hung by a thread. Florence had been unable to contain the secret she had guarded for over thirty years and as Sonny and Marcus started in with each other once more, she had defeaned the room with her revelation before fleeing upstairs to be with Mike. Now Mike had two sons who'd grown up without him and been robbed by his absence. Men who hated each other since first meeting, but were now suddenly bound by something they could not erase or ignore or escape.
Blood.
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