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of those mistakes that Malek had seen Jamaica Joe make was his disloyalty to Tariq. Although Malek had benefited from the favor and found himself in with Jamaica Joe, he was smart enough to realize that Tariq, by right, should have been in his position. But Jamaica Joe sort of passed Tariq over, and it brought problems to Joe that he wouldn’t have had to deal with had he properly promoted the people who had been with him the longest.
    Malek and Mitch were similar in more than one way, and they clicked instantly. Malek put Mitch in charge of the streets, while he managed the distribution and business side. Again, Malek knew that he had to keep Mitch’s belly full, otherwise it would be Mitch who would soon be coming for Malek’s crown the same way Tariq had been gunning for Joe’s.
    Malek had managed to do what no other hustler in Flint had ever achieved, taking over the North and South Sides. He offered the best dope and the cheapest price, and like any successful businessman, created a brand, labeling his coke “Joe Blow.” Everyone craved for it. He was getting it so cheap, he didn’t have to mark it up too high, and eventually the empire spread into Detroit, Lansing, and other cities in Michigan.
    Malek had quickly turned the $500,000 into $4 million in a small amount of time, his relationship with Halleigh was strong, and he had the streets on lock. Malek had recently purchased courtside season tickets to the Detroit Pistons, where he and Halleigh loved to spend their nights as a couple.
    During the days, Halleigh was your typical kept woman. She wanted for nothing, drove high-end cars, and did a lot of shopping for clothes by designers with names that are hard to pronounce. But, in addition to being a diva, she was also very domesticated. She made sure she stayed on top of the numerous contractors that she’d hired to do renovations to their new home, and she also found the time to cook on a daily basis.
    Malek felt on top of the world at that point. He even managed to recruit some of Sweets’ old workers and place them under his organization. Everyone wanted to get a piece of the American dream, and with Malek’s prices and high-quality product, they were more than able to.

    Malek and Mitch were cruising down Clio Road in Malek’s drop-top BMW, bobbing their heads in unison to 50 Cent’s “I Get Money,” which was blasting out of the subwoofers.
    â€œYo, I never seen this much money in my life, fam. We getting major paper, son!” Mitch clapped his hands together to emphasize his point.
    â€œNo doubt. We’re going to continue to get it too. We have to just stick to the rules and keep a low profile. How is everything in the hood?” Malek asked as he pulled up into Popeye’s Chicken.
    â€œEverything is one hundred,” Mitch answered. “Money is right, and everybody paying on time. Everyone except Big Petey in Selby hood. He like a week late on that last brick I hit him with.”
    â€œWord?” Then Malek said into the intercom, “Let me get a two-piece meal.”
    â€œYep, the nigga talkin’ greasy too, like he don’t gotta pay on time because he was Joe’s man.” Mitch nodded his head up and down.
    Malek had recruited Big Petey months before, because he knew that he was a good customer to Joe when he was alive. He thinks because Joe ain’t around anymore that shit is sweet. I see I’m going to have to make an example out of him quick, Malek thought as he retrieved his food and pulled off on his way to pick up his money—from Petey.

    â€œThere go his hangout spot right there,” Mitch said as he pointed down the street to Rube’s Bar. Malek pulled his new BMW on the curb and got out. He and Mitch strolled down the block where the small bar was located. Malek and Mitch entered the dark bar, and just like Mitch said, Big Petey was in there. There were only three people in the whole bar: