Flint Book 7:

Book 7: Flint

by Treasure Hernandez

Genres: Urban Fantasy

Synopsis

Halleigh and Malek have been through more drama in their young lives than most people will ever see. The young lovers were headed for the good life, thanks to Malek's skills on the basketball court. But fate sent them down a different path, and they were thrown into the streets of Flint, forced to survive by any means necessary.
Drugs and prostitution nearly destroyed Halleigh, but she fought her way back from the brink and finally reunited with Malek. His position at the top of the drug game made him a target for jealous enemies, though, and soon the couple was ripped apart again. Malek had even more incentive to find Halleigh this time, because she was carrying his seed.
Now their saga is coming to an end. Find out what happens to Halleigh and Malek in the final installment of the Flint series. Will these young lovers, separated over and over again, finally be able to live their happily ever after, or will they be swallowed up by the streets?

Release date: February 25, 2014

Publisher: Urban Books

Print pages: 160

Sample

Tasha was feeding her nose the magnificent powder that Toy had introduced her to. She bent over the mirror and inhaled the lines of cocaine. She had never been addicted to anything in her life, but her new infatuation with white lines was slowly starting to grow on her. As she lifted her head, she pinched her nose and then snorted loudly, to stop her nose from running.

The ringing of her telephone interrupted her routine.

“Damn it,” she mumbled as she stood to retrieve her cell phone out of her purse. Without even looking at the caller ID, she answered. “Hello?”

“Hey, Tasha.”

When Tasha heard Halleigh’s voice, she instinctively lowered hers. Toy wasn’t even around, but she knew how long she had waited for that exact phone call. “Hey, um, hey. I know this ain’t who I think it is,” she responded.

“Yeah, long time no bullshit, huh?” Halleigh felt a sense of relief just from speaking with her longtime friend.

“What’s up, Hal? I miss you, girl. You dropped that load yet?”

Tasha was making small talk in an attempt to keep her on the phone. It was just her luck that Toy would be M.I.A. on the day Halleigh finally decided to call. The average girl would have felt guilty about setting Halleigh up, but Tasha was tired of being captain save-a-ho. Halleigh wasn’t a naïve little girl anymore. She was grown as hell, and it was no longer Tasha’s responsibility to guard her.

Tasha had done it in the past because she felt responsible for Halleigh’s downfall, but it was a new day, and the way Halleigh had easily forgotten her brother, Tasha’s loyalties lay with no one but herself.

“Yeah, we have a six-month-old son,” Halleigh answered. “I was just thinking about you. I know we haven’t talked in a while, and at first I was trying to cut all my ties to Flint, but you’re all I got, Tash. You’re my girl, and even though I know I have Malek, sometimes I just need my girl, you know.”

Tasha could hear the sincerity in her words. She shook her head. This bitch. That’s why her ass always getting caught the fuck up. She’s too fucking soft. Tasha put her hand over her mouth and yawned, bored with Halleigh’s overemotional rant. “Yeah, I hear you, hon. Well, you the one who went into hiding. I feel you needing to leave the city because of your situation, but dang, girl, you didn’t have to shut me out.”

“I know. Everything just happened so fast.”

“Well, where are you? We need to get together. I definitely want to see your son.”

Tasha could hear her indecision through the phone. She waited anxiously. She didn’t want to seem too anxious about getting Halleigh’s location, to avoid arousing her suspicion. She cleared her throat. “You know what, Hal . . . it’s cool, babes. I understand why you don’t want nobody to know where you are. I just thought we were better than that.”

“Tasha, it’s not like that. If you can get to Baltimore, then I’d love to meet up with you.”

“Baltimore, huh?”

“Yeah. You got a pen?” Halleigh asked, not knowing she was about to give her enemy a one up on her.

Just as Tasha got up to scramble for a piece of paper and a pen, Toy walked into her home. She put her finger up to her mouth to signal her silence.

“Hold on, Hal,” Tasha said, looking Toy in the eye. Toy smiled devilishly when she heard the name.

After finally locating a pen, Tasha said, “Okay, girl, where do you want me to meet you? Just say when, and I’ll be there. I got a new man that’ll give me the money to get there.”

Halleigh arranged to meet Tasha that weekend at The Cheesecake Factory in downtown Baltimore. It was a public place, and she figured it was the safest way for them to reunite.

“Don’t tell anyone you’re coming to see me, Tash. Not a single person. Just get ghost,” Halleigh stated seriously.

“I got you, Hal. I’ll be there. See you Saturday,” Tasha replied before hanging up the phone.

Tasha turned to face Toy and held the piece of paper up in her hand. “Who did that, mama?” she asked seductively, feeling proud that she was able to give Toy what she’d been fiending for.

Toy grabbed the paper out of her hand and looked at the rendezvous address. “You did that, ma.” She planted a deep kiss on her lips, pushing her toward the bedroom.

Tasha had earned the orgasm that Toy was about to deliver. Now Toy could concentrate on the day she would face the bitch-ass nigga that killed her brother and finally bring him his fate.

Scar Johnson and Derek Fuller sat across from each other in a small Italian restaurant just outside of Baltimore in a small town called Bowie. They always met there to avoid being seen together, which would be bad for their business arrangement. Baltimore was their stomping ground, so when they met, it had to be discreet.

Scar Johnson was a well-known kingpin throughout the inner city of Baltimore. He got the nickname Scar because of the long mark that went across his face. With his deep voice and built stature, the streets feared him, and the women loved him. All the makings of a street legend.

Fuller slid the rare steak into his mouth while listening close. He had a neat goatee and a lean build. He wore a leather coat and neat slacks, and looked like a cop. Maybe that was because he was one. Fuller was the head of the Baltimore Narcotics Unit and also partner in crime with Scar. Their operation was flawless. He was assigned to take down Scar, but in actuality, he was helping him, making Scar untouchable.

Scar said to Fuller, “Yo, I’m hearing a lot of noise about this new kid named Malek. He is fucking with my money. He’s a out-of-town nigga trying to move in on my territory. He is selling coke at a cheaper price and taking away all of my clientele. My young boys are saying that our fiends are leaving our block to go fuck with him.”

“So this li’l nigga is a problem, huh?”

“You damn right,” Scar shot back. He had seen his money drastically slow up, and it became a problem that needed to be solved quickly. “Shake things up a little bit. Get the rundown on the nigga.”

“I got you,” Fuller answered confidently. “I’m on it today.”

After discussing other matters, they exited the restaurant and headed back to Baltimore in separate cars.

Malek held Malek Jr. in the air as he looked into his son’s eyes, seeing his own features. He glanced over at Halleigh as she sat at the vanity mirror combing through her hair, getting prepared for work. Halleigh didn’t have to work by any means, but Malek let her because it kept her occupied and busy.

“You sure you don’t want me to take Junior to the babysitter?” Halleigh applied some lipstick.

“Naw, I’m good, baby. I’m not going anywhere until you get back. He’s cool here with me. Aren’t you, li’l man?” Malek munched on his son’s fat jaws.

Halleigh smiled and admired the way Malek w. . .