Resurrection

by Treasure Hernandez

  Flint

  Book 4: RESURRECTION

  Treasure Hernandez

  www.urbanbooks.net

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  A Pimp’s Life

  Copyright Page

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  First and foremost, I would like to thank God for all the blessings he has bestowed upon me.

  I would like to thank all my fans in Flint who knew where I was coming from. Thanks for all your support.

  Please send all letters to Urban Books. They will make sure I get them.

  Holla at your girl!!!!

  Treasure Hernandez

  c/o Urban Books

  1199 Straight Path

  West Babylon, NY 11704

  Love & Peace,

  Treasure

  Prologue

  Mimi watched as Malek clumsily stumbled onto the motel bed and lay flat on his back. He gripped his rock-hard dick and Mimi almost felt sorry for him. She knew that Maury would kill him after he got him to take him to his stash spot, but greed pushed her to let the scene unfold. She seductively walked over to Malek and dropped to her knees. She then began to unbutton his Evisu jeans as he tried to pull away.

  “What you doing, ma?” he said almost incoherently, slurring each syllable.

  “Just relax, Malek. Your mouth is saying no, but your friend down here is saying yes,” Mimi said just before she took Malek’s ten inches into her mouth. She had purposely left the door unlocked so Maury could creep in. Where this nigga at? He’s taking all day, she thought as she continued to go up and down on Malek’s shaft then began playing with the tip of it with her tongue.

  She paused to look at Malek, and as she looked up, what she saw scared the living shit out of her. No longer looking distraught and confused like he was moments before, Malek was smiling with his pistol in his hand, his demeanor totally changed.

  “You look surprised,” Malek said just before he struck her in the temple, causing her to fly onto the carpeted floor of the motel.

  She gripped her bloody forehead in agony, and her vision became temporarily blurred.

  “You thought I didn’t see you try to slip me that spiked drink, ma? Huh? I ain’t new to this, I’m true to this!” Malek yelled as he stood up and put his pipe back in his jeans.

  Only moments before, he’d pretended to drink the spiked liquor, but had quickly poured it on the floor when Mimi’s head was turned.

  “Now look at you!” he said, his gun pointed at Mimi. “That’s why niggas can’t trust these hoes out here! I know a nigga is about to come in here any second now. I saw yo’ dumb ass leave the door unlocked, and I peeped you scoping out that blue car that followed us in here.”

  “Malek, wait! I—”

  Malek struck her again in the head with the butt of the gun. Then he aimed the gun at her head once again. “Who is trying to hurt Halleigh? Were you telling the truth?”

  Mimi, scared to lie, tried to tell the truth. “No, it was a—”

  Before Mimi could get out her sentence, Malek sent a hollow-tip through her chest with his silenced pistol. He’d heard all he needed to hear. To his surprise, he wasn’t even afraid of catching his second body, the rage inside of him making it easier to pull the trigger. Now his only concern was the guy who was scheduled to come in the room at any second.

  Halleigh couldn’t wipe the smile off her face if she wanted to. She was so happy about Malek’s proposition, she couldn’t wait to move forward and leave her current lifestyle in the dust. She rummaged through her clothes, trying to stuff all she could into her luggage. Malek had made her feel like a new woman, and she was about to start her life with him.

  It only took her thirty minutes to pack up everything. When she called Malek’s cell and he didn’t pick up, she left a message that she was ready and wanted to know 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 said to herself as she anxiously waited.

  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 right at 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.

  Malek 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 in 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 nine times out of ten, he was setting Joe up too, so Malek felt like he had to warn him.

  Malek’s heart raced frantically as he approached the back entrance of the club. He noticed the large group of people running out of the club in a frenzy. Then he soon found out why. He heard the gunfire coming from the club and quickly gripped his pistol tighter and 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 backseat, and Malek jumped into the passenger side.

  “Joe,” Malek said, nearly out of breath, “a nigga tried to set me up in the—”

  Before he could finish, 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 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 (as in hitman) in the underground world. She could get to dons quicker than anyone could even fathom. She looked at Malek as he took his last breath and closed his eyes.

  Just as she was about to step out of the car to meet Sweets in the front as he had instructed her earlier, 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 humor.

  “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 fact that another woman had picked up Malek’s phone. He was supposed to be on his way to pick her up, yet he was with another woman.

  I knew it was too good to be true. I knew it. Tears began to flow down her cheeks. Once again, her heart had been broken in two.

  Chapter One

  Malek woke up with an aching
pain in his chest. He looked over to his left and saw his mentor, Jamaica Joe, slumped on the steering wheel. It all happened so fast that Malek couldn’t believe it.

  “Joe,” Malek whispered. He tried to shake him, but it was to no avail; Joe was already gone. The bullet-proof vest that Malek was wearing protected him from the bullets that the mysterious woman had shot at him moments before, but there was still a nagging pain in his shoulder that wouldn’t go away.

  “Joe!” Malek managed to scream as he continued to shake him. He couldn’t grasp the reality. Shock took over his reactions as he tried his hardest to wake Jamaica Joe. Blood trickled onto Malek’s hand. That’s when he noticed the small hole in the back of Jamaica Joe’s head.

  Seeing his big brother, mentor, and teacher gone was too much to bear. Malek let out a painful roar as tears welled up in his eyes, and his vision began to blur. Malek heard the sound of sirens as he looked in the rearview mirror.

  As he reached for the door, an intense pain shot through his body. “Aghh shit!” he yelled out. He stumbled out of the car, and for the first time he noticed all of the blood on his own shirt. He patted his body frantically to see where he was hit. He was in shock and couldn’t pinpoint where the pain in his body was coming from.

  An ambulance and police cars pulled up simultaneously as Malek fell to his knees.

  “Put your hands up where I can see them!” the police called.

  “It ain’t me! They got Joe! Joe in the car,” he muttered as held his body up by placing one hand on the ground. “Help Joe!” he shouted as he began to cough up blood. The paramedics rushed over to him and immediately began work.

  “We have a bullet wound to the shoulder. Get me some oxygen and let’s start him on an IV,” the medic called out to his peers.

  Malek felt weak, and the taste of blood in his mouth frightened him.

  “We’re going to have to question him,” one of the officers stated.

  “You’re going to have to wait until after he gets this bullet removed. If not, he’s going to bleed to death,” the medic stated sternly as he helped place Malek’s body on a stretcher. Malek was slipping in and out of consciousness and was losing pints of blood at a time.

  As Malek’s head fell to the side, his eyes witnessed the police zip up Jamaica Joe’s body bag. “Joe,” he whispered faintly.

  Anger ripped through Malek. Joe had been so close to his departure from the dope game. He had taken careful steps, crossing every T and dotting every I, to ensure that he made it out of the game alive and free. Unfortunately someone had other plans for him. On the night of his farewell party to the dope game, he said farewell to his life.

  Malek knew that there was only one person who would be so bold to attempt a hit on Jamaica Joe. He knew exactly who was behind this hit, and vowed to make Sweets pay if he lived to see another day.

  Halleigh sat by the window, staring blankly at the darkened city block, her heart aching at the fact that Malek was with another girl. But she couldn’t help it. She didn’t care if he had a thousand other girls besides her; she had to be a part of his life.

  Her heart beat rapidly as she impatiently waited for Malek to show up at her door. She was furious with him, but she needed him. She was so close to having him. Where is he? she thought solemnly as tears fell from her face. Her anxiety was eating her up inside. Every time a car rode down her block, she would go to the door and hope that it was Malek pulling up to get her. She thought it was Malek every time a headlight shone through her window. Every rumble of an engine could’ve been him.

  “Why isn’t he here?” she asked aloud. “He’s probably fucking with some bitch.” She checked the clock on the wall and noticed that it read 4:40 A.M. He was supposed to be here three hours ago. Her mind was telling her to give up hope, but her heart wouldn’t allow her to.

  Halleigh sat in front of the window until dusk turned to dawn and the nightlife gave way to the bright sunlight, signifying the start of another day. “He’s not coming,” she uttered as she finally came to terms with her reality. She had hoped that things would go back to normal and that Malek could look past all of the things that she’d done since she’d last seen him, but with daylight came the realization that things could never go back to the way they used to be. Too much had happened. She had changed in the most drastic way.

  “He doesn’t want me anymore,” she cried as she dropped to the floor next to her packed bags. Tears fell freely. She didn’t blame him for not showing up, since she wasn’t the same girl that he’d once cherished. She had turned too many tricks, taken too many drugs, acquired too many demons. She was definitely not the innocent teenage girl that he had known.

  At nineteen, she had been through more than the average forty-year-old, and the mental and physical abuse that she had encountered over the past two years of her life had left her confused. She had been pimped, turned out, and left for dead.

  “Why would he want me?” she asked herself.

  Ring! Ring!

  The screeching blare of the telephone startled her, and she staggered to her feet to answer it. She silently wished it to be Malek. She wiped her eyes and nose as she tried to calm down before picking up the phone.

  “Hello?” she stated, her voice cracking in her attempt to sound okay.

  “Halleigh! Oh my God, Halleigh, Maury got shot tonight! He’s at Hurley Hospital. The doctors won’t tell me anything!” Tasha screamed.

  “What?” Halleigh responded in shock.

  “Halleigh, just please come down here,” Tasha pleaded. “I can’t handle this by myself. He’s all I’ve got.”

  The line went dead before Halleigh could reply, but she knew that she had to put her feelings aside so that she could be there for Tasha. Tasha had been the only person to stand by her side through her ups and downs, and she felt obligated to return the favor. She grabbed her coat without hesitation and rushed out the door.

  Tasha stood in front of the nurse’s desk, impatiently waiting to receive news on her brother’s condition. “Is he okay?” When she didn’t get an immediate response, she yelled in frustration, “Why won’t you tell me anything?”

  “You really should wait for the doctor,” the nurse told her. “He will help you understand what happened.”

  “Fuck you mean?” Tasha stated in exasperation. “Understand what? What happened? Please just tell me that Maury is okay.”

  “I’m sorry, miss, I can’t,” the nurse replied.

  Tasha knocked all of the nurse’s papers off the counter and stormed out of the hospital in a pained rage. Her head felt like it would explode. I need to get some fresh air, she thought as she rushed out of the double doors that led to the emergency room parking lot.

  Just as Tasha was about to sit down on the curb, she saw Halleigh running toward her. She stood and hugged her tightly.

  “What happened, Tash? Where is he?” Halleigh asked with concern as Tasha sobbed in her arms. Halleigh didn’t know what to do. She had never seen Tasha like this. Tasha was the foundation of their friendship. She was the strong one. The leader. The roles had quickly reversed, and now Halleigh was the one trying to figure things out.

  “I don’t know, Hal. They ain’t telling me shit. This is bad, Hal.” Then she added in a whisper, “We should’ve just stayed in New York. If we had, he wouldn’t be lying up in this hospital.”

  Halleigh knew that she couldn’t cry. She had to be strong for her friend, but on the inside she prayed that Maury was okay. Halleigh and Maury had a relationship that only the two of them could understand. He’d made Halleigh feel worthy of love, always standing beside her, encouraging her to forget her past and live for the future. Halleigh couldn’t really explain her strong feelings for Maury, but to her it was one of those love-at-first-sight kind of things.

  Halleigh had met Maury when she, Tasha, and Mimi decided to head to New York and sort things out after the three of them had set up their pimp, Manolo, to be robbed and arrested. The three of them were in on the robbery a
nd had decided to come to New York, where they hooked up with Tasha’s brother Maury. He helped them move the bricks that they had received as part of Manolo’s setup and robbery.

  After a long drive from Flint, Michigan to Brooklyn, New York, Halleigh, Tasha, and Mimi let themselves into Maury’s home because he wasn’t at home when they’d arrived. Halleigh was mad tired and had fallen asleep as soon as they made themselves comfortable in Maury’s house. She eventually awoke and decided to take a shower. At the time she woke, Maury still wasn’t home, and Tasha and Mimi had gone out to get something to eat. So when Maury finally arrived home, he was shocked to find a naked woman in his shower.

  Halleigh smiled on the inside as she stood with Tasha, memories of the day she’d met Maury replaying in her mind.

  “Fuck is you?” Maury barked as he pulled back his shower curtain and saw a screaming Halleigh trying to cover up her body.

  “Do you fuckin’ mind?” Halleigh screamed back at Maury as she stepped out of the shower and searched for something to put on. “Get out!” she yelled.

  “This is my crib!” Maury said bluntly as he looked at Halleigh’s body. “Here, cover yourself up, shorty.”

  Halleigh snatched the towel from Maury and quickly wrapped it tightly around her body.

  “Now do you want to tell me who the hell you are and what you’re doing in my house?”

  Maury had calmed down his tone, and Halleigh could see that he was purposely trying to be gentle with her.

  And from that moment on, Maury had always acted graciously and gently with Halleigh, making her feel safe and secure just from his presence, which was non-menacing, unlike the horrible men she’d had in her life.