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they know, Scar and his crew had no intentions of letting them leave that club alive on that night.
âThis whole shit about to be yours, son,â Malek said as he raised his glass and downed a shot.
âYouâre going to let all of this money we getting go?â Dayvid asked, not understanding how anyone could fathom an exit when business was booming.
âYeah, I have been there, done that. I came to B-more to escape the street life, but itâs so alluring, ya know. It seems as if the game just pulled me back in,â Malek said, dropping knowledge on his young protégé.
âIâm going to buy this club and set up a legit life for me and my family,â Malek said.
Just before Dayvid could respond, masked men ran into the club with automatic assault rifles and began to send shots at them. The sound of the bullets zipping out of the guns and shattering mirrors caused the whole club to go haywire.
Malekâs crew quickly ducked for cover and returned fire, trying to defend themselves. Dayvid caught a bullet to the shoulder, but still managed to bust shots back while escorting Malek to the back exit.
Seconds later the rest of Malekâs crew came bursting out of the back exit, and they jumped into the Suburban that they came in.
âWhat the fuck?!â Malek asked as he sat in the passengerâs side, taken completely off guard by Scarâs ambush.
âGet in!â Dayvid yelled, revving the engine as he waited for the other crew to jump into the truck. Once they were all in, he sped off, leaving tire marks on the back parking lot pavement. They had to leave and regroup. Scar had just started a war.
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Scar sat back comfortably in an oversized Jacuzzi surrounded by three naked women, all sucking on different parts of his tattooed body.
The big plasma television that hung on the wall held his attention. He listened closely as the news reporter talked about the rising drug problem in inner city Baltimore.
Scar smiled, knowing he was the main cause of the drug problem in Baltimore, and by him having direct ties with the head of the Baltimore Narcotics Unit, he was untouchable.
He also knew shooting at Malek and his crew would lead to some sort of backlash, but he wrote Malek off as an amateur, which was a wrong move on his part.
Chapter Eight
The night was winding down, and Malek had just checked in on his sleeping son. Halleigh was lying in their bedroom, waiting for him. Malek had a lot on his mind, but didnât want to tell her about it.
He never wanted to bring his street business into his home, so he remained quiet about almost losing his life earlier that night. He instantly began thinking of ways to get back at Scar, but he was going to sleep on it, so he would make the best strategic move.
Malek walked in and looked at Halleigh and instantly wanted to make love to her. He sat on the bed, and she cuddled against him as he ran his fingers through her hair. He grabbed the remote and turned on the stereo. Classic Sade began to play.
Looking down at Halleigh as her head rested in his lap, all of his tensions melted away. Just being near her again felt good. He looked at her voluptuous figure and felt the swell of his dick rise against his jeans.
Halleigh sat up and straddled Malek, grinding her hips against his concealed manhood. She kissed him seductively, exploring his mouth with her tongue. Her body moved to the rhythm of the song, and Malekâs hands gripped her breasts as they pressed against his chest.
Malek grabbed her backside firmly, and looked down at the thong that had disappeared in the crack of her ass. He pulled off the tiny thong and saw her fat lips soaked in her own juice.
Halleigh sat up. She couldnât wait for her man to please her. She reached for his belt buckle, and removed his jeans. His thick ten inches stood at attention in her face, and she couldnât help but to taste him. She devoured him into her mouth, making him
âThis whole shit about to be yours, son,â Malek said as he raised his glass and downed a shot.
âYouâre going to let all of this money we getting go?â Dayvid asked, not understanding how anyone could fathom an exit when business was booming.
âYeah, I have been there, done that. I came to B-more to escape the street life, but itâs so alluring, ya know. It seems as if the game just pulled me back in,â Malek said, dropping knowledge on his young protégé.
âIâm going to buy this club and set up a legit life for me and my family,â Malek said.
Just before Dayvid could respond, masked men ran into the club with automatic assault rifles and began to send shots at them. The sound of the bullets zipping out of the guns and shattering mirrors caused the whole club to go haywire.
Malekâs crew quickly ducked for cover and returned fire, trying to defend themselves. Dayvid caught a bullet to the shoulder, but still managed to bust shots back while escorting Malek to the back exit.
Seconds later the rest of Malekâs crew came bursting out of the back exit, and they jumped into the Suburban that they came in.
âWhat the fuck?!â Malek asked as he sat in the passengerâs side, taken completely off guard by Scarâs ambush.
âGet in!â Dayvid yelled, revving the engine as he waited for the other crew to jump into the truck. Once they were all in, he sped off, leaving tire marks on the back parking lot pavement. They had to leave and regroup. Scar had just started a war.
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Scar sat back comfortably in an oversized Jacuzzi surrounded by three naked women, all sucking on different parts of his tattooed body.
The big plasma television that hung on the wall held his attention. He listened closely as the news reporter talked about the rising drug problem in inner city Baltimore.
Scar smiled, knowing he was the main cause of the drug problem in Baltimore, and by him having direct ties with the head of the Baltimore Narcotics Unit, he was untouchable.
He also knew shooting at Malek and his crew would lead to some sort of backlash, but he wrote Malek off as an amateur, which was a wrong move on his part.
Chapter Eight
The night was winding down, and Malek had just checked in on his sleeping son. Halleigh was lying in their bedroom, waiting for him. Malek had a lot on his mind, but didnât want to tell her about it.
He never wanted to bring his street business into his home, so he remained quiet about almost losing his life earlier that night. He instantly began thinking of ways to get back at Scar, but he was going to sleep on it, so he would make the best strategic move.
Malek walked in and looked at Halleigh and instantly wanted to make love to her. He sat on the bed, and she cuddled against him as he ran his fingers through her hair. He grabbed the remote and turned on the stereo. Classic Sade began to play.
Looking down at Halleigh as her head rested in his lap, all of his tensions melted away. Just being near her again felt good. He looked at her voluptuous figure and felt the swell of his dick rise against his jeans.
Halleigh sat up and straddled Malek, grinding her hips against his concealed manhood. She kissed him seductively, exploring his mouth with her tongue. Her body moved to the rhythm of the song, and Malekâs hands gripped her breasts as they pressed against his chest.
Malek grabbed her backside firmly, and looked down at the thong that had disappeared in the crack of her ass. He pulled off the tiny thong and saw her fat lips soaked in her own juice.
Halleigh sat up. She couldnât wait for her man to please her. She reached for his belt buckle, and removed his jeans. His thick ten inches stood at attention in her face, and she couldnât help but to taste him. She devoured him into her mouth, making him
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