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realtor looked surprised and also excited about the prospect of a quick sale. “I can have the paperwork completed for you by the end of today, and if you want, you can take possession of it first thing tomorrow.”
    â€œYeah, okay. Let’s do that,” Malek stated as he held onto Halleigh’s hand.
    Halleigh clapped happily and jumped up and down in excitement. “I can’t believe it. Now I have to go to Home Depot to pick out new carpeting.”
    Malek laughed at her rambling and guided her out of the house.
    They spent the remainder of the day picking out furniture and appliances, and hiring contractors to update the house. By the end of the day, the paperwork was signed, and they were packing up Malek’s apartment.
    The next day, Malek hired movers to relocate their possessions. Halleigh was directing the traffic that was coming in and out of the small apartment, while Malek oversaw the activities. He noticed an old-school black Monte Carlo with tinted windows sitting up the block. Malek had a feeling that there was someone in the car watching him.
    After fifteen minutes of eyeing the car, paranoia kicked in. He didn’t want to alarm Halleigh, so he didn’t tell her what was going on. He knew that if somebody was watching his crib, then they were targeting him.
    He walked into the house slowly as he continued to stare up the street at the parked car.
    â€œHal!” he yelled.
    Halleigh walked toward him. “What up?” she asked.
    â€œI’m about to go to the store. You want something?”
    â€œNah, I’m good, babe,” she responded as she kissed him quickly and then went about her business.
    Malek strolled outside, his five-carat Jesus piece glistening against his fitted white T-shirt as he jogged over to his Navigator. He reached underneath his seat and retrieved his burner. His temperature was through the roof. He couldn’t believe a nigga had the nerve to plot on him. “I know they ain’t trying to bring heat to my home,” he said to himself as he took his gun off safety.
    He pulled out of the driveway and drove in the direction of the idle car. He sped up until he was directly beside the Monte Carlo and then jumped out, leaving his car running. He snatched open the passenger side door and pressed the pistol to the passenger’s head.
    â€œOhh shit! fam, hold up! Fall back, my nigga, damn!” he heard the driver state. “Malek, chill out!”
    Malek aimed his pistol toward the driver and was surprised to see Mitch sitting there with a blunt in his hand.
    â€œFuck you watching me for?” Malek demanded.
    â€œFam, you came through the hood looking for me. I was just coming to check you out to see what was up. Damn!”
    The passenger in the car was holding his face and groaning in pain.
    â€œNigga, you posted up the block from my crib like you lurking. My woman rests her head up in there. What the fuck were you sitting so long for?” Malek yelled.
    Mitch held up the burning blunt that was still in his hand and stated, “We was getting blowed. Damn.”
    Malek finally tucked his gun back in his pants and shook his head. “My fault, fam.”
    â€œYou got my man over here all shook,” Mitch said. “What’s good? You came through the hood and paid my li’l man five stacks. You got them thinking you boss, fam.” Mitch’s tone was light and joking, but Malek could sense the seriousness in his voice.
    â€œCome spin the block with me for a minute,” Malek stated.
    â€œI’ll be right back,” Mitch told the guy in his car, who frowned at Malek.
    â€œMy fault,” Malek stated, finally acknowledging the passenger that he had roughed up. The guy didn’t respond, but Malek didn’t care. He shouldn’t have been posted in front of my crib, he thought without remorse as a smirk crossed his face.
    Mitch caught his expression and burst into laughter. “You