It only took her thirty minutes to pack up everything. She called Malek’s cell, but he didn’t pick up, so she left a message that she was ready and told him where he could pick her up. She then sat on the porch, waiting for her Prince Charming to arrive. Hurry up and get here, Malek, she thought as she waited anxiously.
Malek stood over Maury’s shaking body as he watched him struggle for his life. Malek had caught him with four slugs to the chest the moment he walked through the motel door.
Malek held the smoking gun in his hand and began to tremble slightly. In his twenty years on earth, he had never killed anyone, but now in the past couple of weeks, he had caught three bodies.
He witnessed Maury take his last breath and then quickly fled the scene. He ran over to the club to put Joe on to what had happened.
For all Malek knew, Sweets had set this whole thing up as an attempt to take him out. On the other hand, it could have just been Mimi trying to set him up on her own. But either way it went, he needed to confide in his mentor. If Sweets was setting Malek up for the okey-doke, then chances were he was setting Joe up too. Malek had to warn him.
Malek’s heart pounded frantically as he raced to the back entrance of the club. He noticed the large group of people running out of the club in a frenzy, and then he found out why. He heard the gunfire coming from the club and quickly gripped his pistol tighter. He ran to the back entrance, where he knew Joe would be coming out. He spotted Joe’s car and then he saw Joe and the young lady he was with earlier jump into it.
“Joe!” Malek yelled as he ran to the truck.
“Come on, Malek. Jump in!” Joe screamed as he waved Malek over.
The girl took the back seat, and Malek jumped into the passenger’s side.
“Joe,” Malek said, nearly out of breath, “a nigga tried to set me up in the—”
Before he could say anything, the girl reached into her garter belt and pulled out a snub-nosed .22 pistol. She let off a shot to the back of Joe’s head and then reached over and shot Malek three times to the chest. Joe’s limp head rested on his horn, causing it to honk continuously, blood covering the front window.
The girl that Sweets had sent for the job smiled. She loved what she did because she was damn good at it. She was one of the most prolific hit-hoes in the underground world. She could get to dons quicker than anyone could even fathom.
Just as she was about to step out of the car to meet Sweets in the front as he had instructed, a phone rang. It was Malek’s cell.
“Hello?” the mystery woman said, trying to add salt to the wound. She always did menacing things like that. She got an adrenaline rush and laughter out of her bold, sinister act.
“Who is this? Where is Malek?” the female voice on the other end of the phone asked.
“He’s sleeping,” she said before letting out a big laugh and hanging up. She left the car, leaving Joe and Malek slumped.
After fifteen minutes of waiting on Malek to pick her up, Halleigh tried calling him on his cell phone again, but when a woman picked up and told her that he was sleeping, she was dumbfounded. She just looked at her phone in disbelief. Her heart crumbled at the thought that another woman had picked up Malek’s phone. He was supposed to be on his way to pick her up and yet he was with another woman.
I knew it was too good to be true. I knew it, Halleigh thought. Tears began to flow down her cheeks. Once again, her heart had been broken in two.
THE END
(of FLINT book 3)
. . . but the saga continues in FLINT book 4.
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