Resurrection (4 page)
Authors: Treasure Hernandez
Chapter Five
M
alek had never seen so much money in his entire life. One million dollars lay scattered across his bed. He was giddy on the inside. When Malek had seen all of the cash inside of the safe deposit box, he almost came on himself at the sight of so much dough. He had to make three trips back to the bank in order to retrieve all of the cash. He didn't want to draw attention to himself, so each time he came back to the safe deposit box, he only carried a medium-size duffle bag with him to put the cash inside. He had been making money hustling, but Jamaica Joe had been “getting it,” and the evidence of Joe's success in the game was right in front of him.
alek had never seen so much money in his entire life. One million dollars lay scattered across his bed. He was giddy on the inside. When Malek had seen all of the cash inside of the safe deposit box, he almost came on himself at the sight of so much dough. He had to make three trips back to the bank in order to retrieve all of the cash. He didn't want to draw attention to himself, so each time he came back to the safe deposit box, he only carried a medium-size duffle bag with him to put the cash inside. He had been making money hustling, but Jamaica Joe had been “getting it,” and the evidence of Joe's success in the game was right in front of him.
Malek had more than enough money to cop from Fredro. He was about to hit the streets hard, and no one, not even Sweets, was going to stop his rise to the top.
He counted the money for hours, verifying repeatedly that all of it was there. It wasn't a task for him. The money felt good in his hands. He knew that he couldn't act on his impulse to splurge frivolously. He was about to turn the one million into an empire and make his mentor proud. And without a doubt, Malek knew that he had to get back at Sweets, but he didn't want to move on him just yet. He first wanted to get his paper stacked as high as he could stack it, and then he wanted to catch Sweets sleeping.
Halleigh was silent as she lay across the bed in just her panty and bra set. She couldn't believe the riches that were scattered around her, but she was glad that Malek trusted her around his money.
Malek loved Halleigh's body and was always turned on by her. He regretted it regularly that he had never sexed her like they had planned on doing on the night that she was raped.
Truth be told, he wasn't that pressed to hit it now. See, the way he figured things, getting pussy wasn't a problem for him. He had a string of chicks that he had ran up in, and he could add to that list at his will. But the reason he hadn't been that pressed to hit it was because, ever since Halleigh had been raped, he looked at her as being defiled. Sort of like a bird with a broken wing, or a Mercedes that had been wrecked. And then on top of that, Halleigh had been a whore who got paid to get fucked.
Malek never let Halleigh in on his thoughts about why he was more than willing to be patient. He wanted to come across as if he was being patient for her sake, while he was really being patient because he was trying to come to grips with the fact that her pussy was no longer special. She could have been infected with some type of disease, and on top of that, he was trying to figure out how he could make her his top bitch after she had basically been the whole hood's bottom bitch.
Fuck it!
he thought as he took off his LRG jeans and his shirt and lay next to Halleigh on the bed along with all of the money. Without warning, he began kissing on her.
he thought as he took off his LRG jeans and his shirt and lay next to Halleigh on the bed along with all of the money. Without warning, he began kissing on her.
Halleigh loved the way Malek kissed her, and she loved the way his tongue felt in her mouth. She began to kiss him more passionately.
Malek slid his left hand onto Halleigh's pussy and began to rub on it through her panties.
“Emmmmhhh,” Halleigh sighed with pleasure.
Malek was actually surprised that she hadn't tried to push him away or move his hand from her crotch like she normally had done. She usually ran a line on him that she wasn't ready to go there with him. Malek never pressured her, yet he never could understand how she would push him away as if she was a virgin, even though she had been with more dudes than Heather Hunter.
“I want you,” Malek seductively whispered into Halleigh's ear as he kissed on her earlobe.
Halleigh didn't respond, so Malek took that as his cue to continue. He slid her panties off and quickly undid her bra, leaving her completely naked. He thought about going down on her, but then he decided against it. He just wanted to get to it before she changed her mind.
Malek was definitely turned on, and that was evident by the way his dick was standing at attention. He quickly slid off of his boxers and his shirt and stood there looking at Halleigh with nothing on but his Jesus piece dangling from his neck. Malek had a habit of always fucking in his Air Force Ones or his Timbs, but he usually did that with chicks he didn't respect. So he didn't fuck her with his sneakers on.
Malek spread Halleigh's legs apart and slowly slid his dick into her pussy, which was soaking wet and throbbing at this point. Malek was kind of surprised that Halleigh's walls gripped his dick so tightly. He was expecting her to be as loose as a Ziploc garbage bag.
“Damn, baby, your pussy feel so good,” he said as he began to pump his dick in and out of her.
Halleigh tried her hardest not to tense up and think about the brutal rape that she had endured. She wanted to relax, and she hoped that Malek would truly enjoy her more than any other chick that he had ever been with.
“You really like it?”
Malek nodded his head up and down and continued pumping. Halleigh felt so good, she knew that Malek was gonna make her cum. Without warning, tears began to stream down her face.
“What's wrong, baby?” Malek asked.
“Nothing,” Halleigh replied as she wiped her tears away. “I just can't believe how much I love you and how good you're making me feel right now. I never felt this close to anybody before.”
“I'm not going nowhere, baby,” Malek said. “You trust me?” he asked as he pumped his dick harder and harder.
“Yes! Yes! Baby, I trust you,” Halleigh replied as she began to gyrate her hips and contract her walls on Malek.
Malek had never had a chick contract her muscles the way Halleigh was doing. “Wow, baby, you're gonna make me cum! Oh shit! Your pussy feels good!”
Hearing Malek say those words to her was enough to make Halleigh explode.
“Oh, baby,” Halleigh screamed. “I'm cumming!” She wrapped her legs around Malek and urged him to do it harder.
Malek followed her orders and pumped her so hard that he thought he was going to break the bed. Within thirty seconds, he pulled out and came.
“Whoa!” Halleigh said. “Malek, I never came so hard before! I feel dizzy!” She began laughing.
Malek laughed and told her how good he felt. He then went to retrieve a towel so that he could wipe off Halleigh's stomach.
Halleigh and Malek lay on the bed holding each other. Neither of them said a word, but both of them were thinking the same thing. They were thinking just how good life could have been had their lives never taken such a crazy turn.
“What are you going to do?” Halleigh asked finally after hours and hours of counting money that they had just finished having sex on top of.
She was hoping that Malek would say that he was going to take the money and get out of the game, so that the two of them could live the way they had envisioned when they were still in high school. She knew that they had enough money to live the same way an NBA contract would have allowed them. They had just had great sex, which would definitely continue, so in her mind, she couldn't see why Malek would want to continue in the drug game.
Malek looked at Halleigh and smiled. He remembered a valuable lesson that Jamaica Joe had taught him while he was alive. “Keep your business and personal life completely separated,” he whispered to himself. He had the potential to give her the world, just as he had always promised. She was finally his, and he was going to take every precaution to keep her comfortable and safe. At the same time, he also knew to trust absolutely no one unless he wanted to risk a downfall. He still had never figured out how Halleigh knew that he had killed Maury and Mimi, and he left that subject alone. But in his mind, he had to be smart and keep his mouth shut so that he could protect himself, his hustle, and Halleigh.
Malek knew that he had to move Halleigh out of the hood. She needed to be untouchable, separated from his life in the streets. “I want you to go out and find us a house in a nice neighborhood. We can't stay up in here for too much longer. Niggas know where I rest at, and with this much money, I'm not taking no chances at becoming somebody's target.”
“I can really pick any house I want?” Halleigh asked in excitement.
“Anything you want. You got a quarter million to play with,” Malek stated.
“Two hundred fifty thousand dollars!” Halleigh exclaimed as she jumped up from the bed.
Malek laughed at her and pulled her close, kissing her on the lips. “Yeah, but make sure you get everything we need with that. Furniture and all,” he answered.
“Can I start today? Can you take me house shopping?” she asked.
“Nah, I got some things I need to take care of. You playing with some paper, ma. Go buy yourself a whip.”
“Seriously?” she asked.
“Yeah, for real. You gon' need your own car, so go buy one. Leave the money here in the safe, though. I'll take you to the car lot so you can pick out a car. When you find a house you like, just call me and I'll bring the cash,” he said. Malek knew that there was more to buying a house than just bringing the cash, but what he was trying to do was let Halleigh know that she didn't have to want for anything or worry about a thing, because he had it like that.
Malek drove Halleigh to every car lot in the city in search of a car she liked, and in three hours flat, she purchased a 2008 Nissan Maxima. Malek tried to talk her into buying a Benz, but she wanted to save the majority of the money for their house. She was satisfied with the $25,000 car because it left her with more funds to splurge on her dwelling.
Malek leaned into her window, and the smile on her face told him that she was worth the money he had put aside to take care of her.
“I'll call you when I find the house,” she stated.
“A'ight. Be careful,” he replied before she pulled out of the car lot full speed.
The first thing that Malek did was find himself a lawyer. He needed to wash his dirty money so that his large purchases wouldn't draw any unwanted attention from the alphabet boys; the last thing he wanted was the IRS and the feds on his back. He reached out to Jamaica Joe's lawyer, the same lawyer who had gotten him off on the bodega robbery, told him his situation, and asked him if he knew of any attorneys that he could refer him to. He was referred to Jacob Hill, one of the best criminal defense and financial advisement lawyers in the city.
Malek made his way across town to see attorney Jacob Hill and walked into a two-story building in his Pelle Pelle jeans and red-and-white team jacket with the matching fitted cap. His thuggish appearance was out of place in the corporate office, and the secretary eyed him suspiciously as he stepped to greet her.
“I'm here to see Jacob Hill,” he stated smugly as he adjusted the cap on his head.
“Did you make an appointment?” she asked snootily.
“Nah, but he want to take this meeting with me. I'm about to bring him a lot of money,” he replied as he sat down and leaned back in his chair. Malek told her which attorney had referred him to Jacob Hill.
The receptionist picked up the phone, all the while looking at Malek with contempt. “Mr. Hill, a young man is here to see you. He says it's important that you meet with him.” The woman was quiet for a moment as she listened to her boss respond. She hung up the phone a moment later and said, “He'll be right out for you.”
Malek nodded his head and waited until the attorney came out.
Jacob Hill walked from the back of the office and extended his hand toward Malek.
Malek stood and shook his hand. “Hello, Mr. Hill, I'mâ”
“Malek Johnson,” the attorney stated, finishing Malek's sentence. “I remember you from your basketball days.”
From the look on his face, it was clear that he also remembered all the headlines about Malek's fall from grace.
“Yeah, that was a long time ago. I'm here for another matter,” Malek stated.
“Well, come on back to my conference room,” Mr. Hill invited.
Malek followed him through the office and into a room that contained a large red oak table.
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