Flint Book 7 by Treasure Hernandez

Author:Treasure Hernandez [Hernandez, Treasure]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Urban Books
Published: 2014-08-29T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Derek Fuller got an inside tip from one of his snitches on Malek’s new spot. That’s why he was sitting outside of Malek’s establishment and waiting to see if he would show up. Fuller had just left a rendezvous with Scar and found out that all of their spots had been robbed within a matter of twenty-four hours. Fuller instantly knew that Malek was a bigger problem than he thought. He had to take him down if he wanted to keep his stake in Scar’s drug business profitable.

“Come on, youngblood. What’s taking you so long?” Fuller whispered to himself as he staked out the house and sipped on a cup of coffee.

Scar had requested that Fuller not only shake up Malek’s business, but bust him and lock him up. Scar wanted Malek off the streets for good.

Fuller had been posted there for about six hours, and there was no sign of Malek, so he moved to plan B. He picked up his walkie-talkie and let his team know it was time to move in on the spot, although Malek wasn’t inside.

“Fuck it! We can’t wait on that son of a bitch any longer. Let’s move in!” Fuller ordered into the transmitter.

“Roger that, captain,” a man said on the other end.

Within seconds, vans whipped onto the block, filling the air with the sound of screeching tires. The side doors slid open on each of the three unmarked vans, and the narcs jumped out with bulletproof vests and their guns drawn, ready for action.

A crew held a battering ram and headed for the front door. On a three count, the police burst through the door, rushing into Malek’s crack house. Women were inside cooking coke naked, while cocaine-filled tables and microwaves occupied the spacious studio-style house.

“Everybody on the ground!” Rodriguez grabbed up a girl by the hair when she tried to run to the back door. She yelled, “Don’t play with me, dumb bitch!” and flung the girl to the floor by her hair. “Check the back!”

Meanwhile, Fuller drove around the corner, waiting to see if anyone would try to flee from the back of the house, and just as he thought, a man with a duffel bag jumped the gate and tried to get away. Fuller quickly put the pedal to the metal and headed straight for the fleeing man.

As he got closer, he saw it was Dayvid, Malek’s little man. “Bingo!” he said, knowing he got a consolation prize by locating Dayvid.

Dayvid saw the car speeding toward him. “Fuck!” He instantly began to put on his best Carl Lewis impersonation and took off full speed.

Fuller quickly whipped behind him and hit him, causing him to fly up in the air and onto the windshield. Fuller stopped, and Dayvid rolled off the car and hit the ground with the bag still in his hands.

Dayvid winced in pain from the extreme back pains the collision caused. “Fuck!” he said as he lay on the ground holding his back.

“Don’t move!” Fuller yelled, his gun drawn and pointed directly at Dayvid’s head.

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