Resurrection by Treasure Hernandez

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.
    â€œHalleigh, 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.
    â€œHalleigh, 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.
    â€œI—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.
    â€œA’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. . . .

    â€œAyo, 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