Free Resurrection by Treasure Hernandez Page B

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    About a minute or so into the third quarter, Halleigh let out a sigh. “What the hell is that bitch doing here?” Halleigh asked as she saw Keesha walking toward her and Malek.
    Keesha was sitting on the lower level of seats, about ten rows away from Malek and Halleigh. She began ice-grilling Halleigh as soon as she was able to get her attention. But Halleigh kept listening to Malek and paid Keesha no mind.
    As soon as there was a real raucous part of the game, Keesha took advantage of the commotion and rushed past security. She ran up on Halleigh, yanked her to the ground, and began wailing on her.
    Halleigh tried her best to fight back and fight off Keesha, but she wasn’t strong enough. Keesha’s first blow had caught her real good and made her woozy.
    â€œThe fuck is you doing?” Malek shouted as he kicked Keesha and then pulled her off Halleigh.
    It took the spectators some time to realize what was going on, but as soon as they did, the crowd went into an uproar. The players were quickly rushed off the court, and security rushed to the fight in an attempt to break it up.
    â€œYou snitch-ass bitch!” Keesha screamed at Halleigh.
    Some dude in a ski mask asked in a mocking tone, “Yo, Malek, can I have your autograph?” as he reached in his waistband and pulled out a gun and started firing in Malek’s direction.
    Malek didn’t have his gat on him, so he couldn’t return fire on the dude. He ducked and dove and grabbed Halleigh, and the two of them went crashing to the ground. With the sound of the gunshots, the entire arena went into a panic and headed for the exits.
    â€œBaby, we gotta get the fuck outta here!” Malek shouted to Halleigh. “Come on! Stay low! Let’s go!” He grabbed hold of Halleigh’s hand, and the two of them rushed out of the arena amidst the chaos. All Malek could think of was getting to a safe spot so he could call his boys and tell them to strap up and get ready for war.
    He knew that it was Sweets who had just sent a hitman to take him out in a very public place. Malek knew that he had to react and react quickly, especially since the whole world would now be talking about how Malek Johnson almost got killed at an NBA game.

Chapter Eight
    â€œY ou did good, baby girl! Real good!” Manolo said to Keesha as she slurped, sucked, and stroked his dick. Keesha shifted her eyes and looked up at Manolo, to see if he was enjoying her skills. “You like the way I suck your dick, daddy?”
    â€œYeah, daddy likes it, baby. Superhead ain’t got shit on you! You’ll do anything for daddy, right?”
    Keesha nodded her head up and down to indicate that, now that she was officially a Manolo Mami, she would in fact do anything for Manolo. She was even willing to kill if she had to.
    Manolo stood up from the chair and had Keesha get up off her knees so that he could fuck her doggy-style. Manolo loved Keesha’s pussy. He couldn’t figure out why he’d waited so long to put her down with his stable of bitches. But then he remembered that Keesha was the loud, screaming type that hollered and moaned and carried on while.
    See now, this screaming and hollering shit is gonna be bad for business, Tasha thought. She could hear Keesha hollering clear from the other side of the new townhouse that Manolo had rented for his stable of women.
    Keesha was exactly the type of chick that Manolo needed around. Not only would she make him money by selling her pussy, but by kicking Halleigh’s ass at that Detroit Pistons game, she had shown how much heart she had. And just as Sweets had used a woman to kill Jamaica Joe, Manolo and Sweets both knew that thirsty-ass Keesha would be their trigger woman that would take out Malek.
    As Manolo screwed Keesha, he kept pressing rewind on the DVR remote control so that he could keep replaying the news clip of Keesha pummeling Halleigh. “You beat that snake bitch’s