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“Here in Flint, the drug problem has plagued our city for over a decade. For the first time in years, a rehabilitation center has been able to reach out to those citizens who struggle with drug addictions. Genesis opened just thirty days ago, and with limited funding has been able to reach out to our city. Genesis offers drug rehabilitation programs that promise security once the program is completed. They have job placement agencies, and even hand out weekly stipends to their patients. Upon completion of the program, the participants are given a check for the stipends that they have earned, and are helped to find residence and employment.

  The organization was founded by none other than a woman who goes by one name: Moses. Moses is a reformed heroin addict and has been clean for more than twenty years. She has applied for federal funding, and the center is currently undergoing evaluation to see if it qualifies. The center has its first awards ceremony in exactly one week. The public is welcome to attend.”

  Malek hit mute on the remote control and shook his head. He couldn’t believe that one rehab center was affecting his cash flow. There was never money to open up a rehab facility in the city, and now all of a sudden this one was sent from heaven, or some miracle shit, and now it was healing more addicts than Jesus.

  “What the fuck, fam? This one place got all the addicts going clean?” Malek asked in frustration.

  Mitch nodded his head and responded, “Not all of ’em, but enough of ’em for us to feel it. Moses is relentless. She be coming onto the block to recruit the addicts. She even offers to reform the drug dealers. She’s a problem, and if she gets that federal grant, she’s going to really mess up our money.”

  “A’ight, a’ight,” Malek stated as he sighed deeply. “We’re about to settle this shit with Sweets. Then we’ll focus on that center. Maybe we can convince them to relocate,” Malek said as he pulled out his pistol and set in on the table.

  Without Malek saying anything else, Mitch got the picture.

  “Listen, there’s this hoe-ass trick that I know, and she be fucking with Manolo, so I know we can get at him and Sweets through her,” Mitch stated. He was referring to Keesha, but he didn’t let Malek know who he was talking about, simply because he didn’t fully trust Keesha and he knew that Malek had no love for her after she had whupped his girl’s ass.

  Malek didn’t know it, but Mitch was doing a “Donnie Brasco” on him—He was playing both sides of the fence, and he was also a switch-hitter, down with that homo-thug shit. Right after Joe was murdered, Sweets had convinced Mitch to fuck with him, and they had a plan to not only divvy up the streets of Flint, but to also take over all of Detroit and split that down the middle as well. So although Mitch was telling Malek that the reason for the decline in money was due to the rehab center, he was just blowing smoke up Malek’s ass. The real deal was that Mitch was robbing Malek blind.

  Halleigh came walking through the living room on her way to her bedroom.

  “Halleigh, come over here and meet my man,” Malek called out to her as he outstretched his arm for her to take her place within his embrace. She wore pink pajama shorts and a matching wife-beater.

  She walked over toward the men, but Malek blocked her view of Mitch.

  “Halleigh, this is my man, Mitch. Mitch, this is Halleigh,” Malek introduced as he wrapped his arm around Halleigh’s shoulders.

  Halleigh looked down at the man sitting on her couch and immediately recognized him. She felt as if she would lose the contents of her stomach, and her breaths became shallow as she stared at Mitch. The look in his eyes let her know that he knew who she was.

  “I—it—it’s nice to meet you,” Halleigh said as she held out her hand.

  Mitch, of course, knew exactly who Halleigh was. Keesha had been trying her hardest to describe her to Mitch, and when he saw the clip on the news of her getting her ass beat at the Pistons game, he immediately remembered paying to fuck Halleigh in the backseat of his car in the park on the day that Malek was shot.

  He grabbed her hand gently and caressed it slightly. He wasn’t going to bust her out, but he smiled and replied, “It’s nice to meet you too, ma.” He held her hand a little longer than needed, and she pulled it back to avoid Malek’s suspicion.

  Halleigh couldn’t help but notice how good Mitch looked in his butter Timberlands, Sean John jeans and button-up shirt. His caramel complexion looked good enough to eat. But then she felt disgusted with herself for even feeling the tiniest bit of attraction to him, and so she averted her eyes to the floor.

  Malek looked at her and peeped her nervous energy. “What you nervous for?”

  Halleigh looked up at him, her mouth still dropped down in an O of surprise. “I’m not,” she replied. “I’ll be in the room.” She slipped from underneath his arms and high-tailed her ass out of the room.

  Mitch’s eyes discreetly followed Halleigh out of the room. He definitely remembered her tight-ass virgin pussy, and he knew that the only thing tighter than that was a nigga’s asshole. She had the best pussy he’d ever had, and hoped that they would cross paths again. Now he was seeing her on the arm of his man.

  He looked up at Malek and stood to his feet. “I’ma get out of here, fam,” he stated.

  “A’ight, I’ll get at you tomorrow, so we can get on that Sweets situation,” Malek replied as he slapped hands with his boy. He walked Mitch to the door and sighed when he thought of all the problems that had suddenly arisen. He definitely had a lot to deal with, and he didn’t have a lot of time to do it.

  Halleigh couldn’t believe that Mitch was Malek’s right-hand man. She couldn’t believe that she had run into him again. Her heart racing nervously, she contemplated what she should do. Should she keep her mouth shut, or should she tell Malek what the deal was? He had been the first trick she had turned, and she remembered it as if it were yesterday. Her mind drifted back two years earlier, to the day she’d met him. . . .

  “Ayo, ma, where you going?” a dude asked her as she walked by him. He was standing with his arms folded across his chest and a white bath towel draped over his head to shield his face from the hot sun.

  Halleigh smiled as she continued to maneuver her way past them. The guy and all of his friends watched her backside as the natural sway of her hips commanded their attention.

  Mimi stopped in mid-step, causing Halleigh to bump into her. Mimi looked at her like she was crazy.

  “What?” Halleigh asked.

  “Girl, you better go back over there and make that money,” Mimi stated. She glanced back at the group of dudes. “I’m trying to get down too. Them niggas is crazy paid. So go on and hook it up.” Mimi gave her a light shove.

  Halleigh strutted back over to the group of dudes. “You checking for me?” she asked the guy that had called out to her.

  He grabbed her hand and held it above her head as he watched her step in a full circle, her juicy ass cheeks shifting from side to side as she turned around.

  “What’s your name, ma?”

  Before Halleigh could respond, Mimi cut in, “What’s your government? You all into my girl shit. How about you let her know who you are and what you’re about. Then she’ll decide if you worth fucking with.” Mimi was arrogant and smart-mouthed, but her looks allowed her to be.

  The dude smiled and rubbed his goatee as he looked at the two young girls in front of him. He figured they had to be only 17 or 18. He was 26, but he loved young pussy. “Chill, shorty. I’m Mitch,” he stated.

  “Well, what’s up? What you working with?” Mimi asked, her arched eyebrows raised in suspense.

  “Damn! What are you, her pimp or something? Can I kick it to your girl for a minute?” he asked politely, though irritated.

  “Do you, baby. All I’m saying is, time is money, ya feel me?” she replied as she rubbed her fingers together as if she were flipping through bills.

  “For real? Y’all getting down like that? You mean all I got to do is pay for this pussy?” he asked in disbelief as he stared at Halleigh.

  Halleigh’s he
art was beating out of her chest.

  Mimi nudged her. “That’s all it takes,” she responded in an embarrassed whisper.

  “Shit, take a walk with me then, shorty,” he said as he grabbed her hand.

  Before she walked away, Mimi grabbed her hand and whispered, “Get the money first.”

  Halleigh nodded, and then she followed him to a ’07 Cadillac Deville.

  He opened the door for her. “Get in,” he stated.

  “You got the cash?” she asked, nervously looking around.

  “How much you taxing?” he asked. He couldn’t believe that the gorgeous young girl in front of him was tricking.

  How much am I supposed to charge this nigga? she thought. “Two fifty,” she stated, hoping that she didn’t short-change herself.

  He pulled out three hundred-dollar bills and handed them to her. She got into the car and felt her chest heave up and down as the small space became hot. Her hands began to sweat when she felt Mitch put his tongue on her neck.

  “Come here, ma. Why you all over there?” he asked as he pulled out his manhood.

  Just do it. Close your eyes and do what you got to do, she thought as she unbuttoned her shorts and eased out of them. She straddled him and grinded her hips as he touched her breasts, squeezing them a little bit too hard.

  He slid her thong to the side, pulled out a condom, and slid it onto his throbbing dick.

  Halleigh looked down at it. He was a decent size. He wasn’t any bigger than Manolo, and she was grateful, because she didn’t want it to hurt. She felt as if she were selling her soul to the devil when he put himself inside of her.

  “Shit, ma, you a virgin?” he asked when he felt her tight walls. She gripped him, and he loved the way the inside of her felt.

  A tear fell from her eyes as she stared out of the rear windshield and rode his dick at the same time.

  “Damn, ma, you working it. Umm,” he stated as she performed her new job.

  Halleigh couldn’t stop the tears from rolling down her eyes. I can’t believe I’m doing this, she thought.

  When he finally came, she got off of him, wiped her eyes, put her shorts back on, and quickly exited the vehicle.

  Halleigh snapped back into reality when Malek entered the room.

  Malek could see the look on Halleigh’s face and frowned. “You good?” he asked.

  Halleigh knew that she must have been wearing her heart on her sleeve. Malek could always tell when something was on her mind. “Yeah, I’m good.”

  Malek climbed into the bed beside her and massaged her back. The feelings of his hand on her body caused moisture to form between her legs. She was yearning for him and couldn’t wait to have him inside of her.

  Sex had always been equated to money with her. For the first time ever, she was intimate with a man, and it was her choice to give herself to him.

  Malek looked into her eyes as he slipped two fingers into her opening, which was now dripping wet. Their faces were so close that they could feel each other’s breath.

  “I’m sorry for everything,” Halleigh whispered. She began to grind her hips as he fingered her.

  “Shh!” he whispered. “You don’t have anything to be sorry about.”

  Malek had no idea that Halleigh was actually apologizing for having had sex with Mitch, his new right-hand man. He showered her body with kisses, beginning at her neck and making a trail down. His tongue caressed her erect nipples, and he tugged on them softly with his thick lips.

  A moan escaped her lips as he continued to go south. He lifted her hips and lowered his head, French-kissing her middle. He gave her clit attention that she’d never experienced, causing her to scream out in pleasure. His mouth was warm, and the heat felt good on her swollen jewel. She began to grind against his face, her legs spreading wider as she came over and over again.

  Malek’s manhood hardened, and his nine inches grew. Halleigh’s moans only intensified his hunger for her. His penis throbbed and pre-cum rested on the tip. He explored her lips with the tip of his dick, and the sensation of the wetness caused him to call out. “Shit,” he whispered as he eased himself into her.

  Halleigh tensed up out of habit. She’d learned to fear sex. Being forced to prostitute herself had given her a misconception of sex. She held her breath when Malek entered her.

  He looked down at her. Again, there were tears in her eyes. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked.

  She nodded. “Yes, I’m okay. Make love to me.”

  “I would never hurt you, Halleigh,” he whispered as he rocked inside of her. He maneuvered in and out of her, catching a slow rhythm as he thrust passionately. He felt her body relax beneath him, and she matched his pumps intensely.

  Malek’s manhood was thick, and it stretched her walls as he brought her pleasure. Sweat glistening on hiss chest, he leaned into her and kissed her on the lips.

  Halleigh moaned loudly as he deep-stroked her. She had been fucked before, but never had she felt the intense emotion that was connected to her lovemaking with Malek.

  Halleigh’s toes began to curl, and her face twisted in contortion as she felt herself climaxing. “Malek!” she called out as her back arched. “What are you doing to me?”

  “Loving you,” he whispered as he watched her cum. The look on her face caused him to pump faster and deeper.

  As the bed rocked and the headboard hit the wall, Halleigh could feel his manhood throbbing as he let off his seed inside of her, collapsing on top of her and kissing her forehead.

  “I love you,” he told her.

  “I love you, Malek,” she replied as she nestled in his arm and fell into a comfortable sleep.

  Mitch couldn’t believe that he had run into Halleigh again. After he fucked her, he had thought about her for weeks. He had even contacted Manolo to see how he could have her. But Manolo wasn’t a fool. He knew that Halleigh was a hot commodity and wasn’t to be sold.

  When he saw her tonight, Mitch was happy that she had managed to stop selling her pussy. Although Manolo was his man, Mitch knew instinctively that Halleigh never should have been selling pussy because she was a good girl and wasn’t built for that shit.

  But he was saddened by the fact that Malek had gotten to her first. Halleigh was perfect. Her beauty was uncanny. He wouldn’t hesitate to fuck her again if he got the chance. And, in fact, he was definitely gonna go after her as soon as Sweets bodied her man Malek. Mitch wouldn’t violate his man by coming at her, but if Malek ever fucked up, he would make sure to be there to pick up the pieces.

  Chapter Eleven

  Malek and Mitch sat in front of Big Al’s, a local soul food spot. They had just ordered some food and were plotting on Sweets as they sat in the car and picked at their fried catfish dinners. They both had automatic pistols sitting in their laps and ski masks in the backseat. They had been staking out Sweets’ house for hours, waiting for him to show his face. After seven hours of stalking, their hunger got the better of them, and they decided to call it a night.

  “You sure you trust that bitch? This is the crib, right?”

  “Fam, I got this! Shorty wouldn’t do me dirty. Let’s bounce, but we gon’ get this nigga. Trust me on this,” Mitch said.

  Malek put his food back in the bag and started his car. He looked in his rearview mirror to observe the block. A few minutes passed as they continued to pick at their food, and just as they were about to drive away, a white Denali pulled into the parking lot. Sweets exited the car, and an entourage of killers followed him into the restaurant. It was obvious that Malek and Mitch would be outnumbered if they approached Sweets on some beef shit.

  “Ain’t this about a bitch? We’ve been trying to catch up with this nigga all day and here he is,” Mitch stated in mock disbelief, knowing that all the time that they had spent staking out Sweets’ crib had been just a front on his part. He had known all along that Sweets wasn’t home and that he wouldn’t be home all day.

  “We can’t just rush up in there,” Mal
ek stated more to himself than to Mitch. His mind was turning as he tried to devise a plan to get at Sweets. Murder was his motivation, and he wanted nothing more than to avenge Jamaica Joe’s death. He knew that if he took an attempt on Sweets’ life and failed, it would spark a bloody assault, if not an all-out blood bath, on his soldiers in the street. If Malek was gonna make a move on Sweets, he knew that he had to hit him and kill him. He couldn’t take a shot at him and miss or simply wound him. Anything less than killing Sweets would further fuck up his money, so he had to put his anger aside and think strategically for a solution that was beneficial to everyone. Even if it meant giving Sweets a temporary pass.

  “I know. He got them Shotta Boy niggas with him, and you know they stay strapped. We can’t roll up in there with two pistols against all that,” Mitch said. He was referring to two of the Shotta Boyz, a group of blood brothers who were trained to be killers from the time that they’d learned to walk.

  “Fuck it!” Malek stated. “I’ma give Sweets a chance to save his own life. It’s like I told you: a war keep everybody’s pockets on E. I’ll let Sweets have the South Side back if I’m getting forty percent of the take and if he cops his weight from me.” Malek said that to test Mitch’s response.

  “You think he gon’ go for that?” Mitch asked.

  Wrong response, Malek thought.

  He knew that if Mitch was really gangsta and riding with him, he would have been in fight mode and wouldn’t want to be diplomatic about shit. Now Malek had to question just what was up with Mitch.

  “Yo, fam, what was the chick’s name who put you on to where Sweets rests at?”

  Malek’s question caught Mitch off guard.

  “Eh? Oh, oh, Monica. The chick’s name is Monica. She used to fuck with Sweets real heavy.”

  “Fuck with him like how?” Malek asked.

  Mitch didn’t answer the question. Instead he tried to change the subject back to what Malek had mentioned just a few minutes ago. “So, yo, you really think he gon’ go for that deal?” Mitch asked again.