besides coming through with that ransom.â Scratch looked at Malek. âYou know Mitch. He was your right hand for a minute there. You know what makes him tick. You know what makes him soft. Whichever button we push, we need for him to be off his square. Everybody slips up every now and then. Itâs just a matter of getting caught. So what it boils down to is that we need to catch that nigga slippinâ, plain and simple as that.â Scratch spoke with so much confidence, the impossible now sounded possible.
Malek absorbed what Scratch was saying and realized he was right. He knew Mitch the same way Mitch knew him. The same way Mitch knew how to get at him, he could turn the tables and do the same with Mitch.
No longer pacing, Malek stood erect with confidence. I put this nigga in the position that heâs in now, he thought. The same way I put him in the game, Iâma have to take his ass out.
Malek couldnât take on the streets by himself, not even with old faithful Scratch by his side. Mitch had the allegiance of most hoods in Flint because he allowed anyone to eat, no matter what side of the city they were from. He had united the North and South Sides. And although Malek had love and respect in the streets, he couldnât fuck with niggas that werenât from his side of the tracks.
Sweets and the South Side would never come up on Malekâs watch, which was why he was now at a disadvantage. He needed more players on his team. I can do this, but I need help, he reasoned. I canât put Halleigh at risk by trying to be on some Rambo-type shit. If I make a wrong step, then she could get hurt. I canât jeopardize her like that. Iâve jeopardized her safety enough already. This shit is bigger than me and my ego. I have to think about her and my seed.
âSo,â Scratch started after watching the invisible wheels in Malekâs head churn, âwhat are we going to do, youngblood ? âCause Scratchâll go out blazing to save Liâl Rina. So you just say the word and tell me the plan.â
Malek shot Scratch a serious look before taking a seat. âWeâre going to rob Mitch!â he said, his voice low and his eyes focused as if deep in thought. âThatâs our only choice. Heâs the only person getting money like that in the city. Even if we hit another bank, it wonât produce enough money. Besides, you know every bank in town is on lock right about now. We need to hit Mitchâs stash spot. Fuck it! This muâfucka want a half a million, then Iâm gonna rob him and pay him back with his own paper. Itâs our only way to get Hal back.â
âOkay, okay! Now you thinking, youngblood,â Scratch replied as he stood and began to pace the room. He didnât pace the floor out of nervousness or worry. He was pacing out of anxiousness. He couldnât wait to set it off. The thrill of the game had for certain crept back into Scratchâs heart as a smile crossed his face, showing off his crooked, yellow teeth. âBy hook or crook we gonna bring baby girl home,â Scratch declared. âBut thereâs only one problem that I can think of.â Scratch stopped pacing and looked at Malek. âNow, I ainât been in the game in a good while, but the game donât change. I know Mitch ainât the big man. Heâs running the city, but he donât own no boats. Heâs getting his product from somewhere. If we rob Mitch, then we might potentially catch heat from his connect.â
âThen weâll go to his connect. I put Mitch on. I know Fredro through Jamaica Joe. Iâm a man and I stand on my own two, but Iâll do anything to get Halleigh back safely. If I got to get at Fredro to get at Mitch, then so be it. But hopefully we can avoid any excess drama if I can just call in a favor.â Malek then added, âFredro was close to Joe, so I hope heâs willing to lend me a hand.â