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about Joe’s spot in Flint, but never knew that he also rested in Grand Blanc. With Joe being dead, Malek figured that it didn’t matter anymore who knew where Joe lived. See, Joe was a certified gangsta from the old school, and he knew that once a player in the game was either murdered or locked up, the player’s family would be off-limits to his enemies at that point.
    Only there to show moral support for Joe’s family, Malek was quiet and to himself. He stared out of the living room window, thinking about how Joe took him under his wing. Joe showed him how to be a thinking man and to always plan his moves. That’s why Malek was already thinking about getting to Sweets. Retaliation was a must for him.
    All of Joe’s henchmen and former workers were scattered around the room, grieving in sorrow. Malek felt someone gently rest a hand on his shoulder, and he turned to see Kim.
    â€œHey.”
    â€œHey. How you holding up?” Malek asked as he faced her.
    â€œI can’t believe he’s gone. He was just talking about leaving here for good. He promised me that once he got you situated and prepared you to take over the empire, he was gone.”
    Malek dropped his head, as a wave of guilt overcame him.
    Kim gently lifted his head with her index finger and stared him in the eyes. “It’s not your fault,” she said. “Joe was his own man and made his own decisions.” She grabbed Malek’s hands. “Look around this room, Malek. You got an army that’s willing to do whatever you say. You have power by default. You are in charge now. But with this game comes death, jail, and sorrow. Don’t let this game swallow you. Get out! Get out now, before it’s too late.”
    Kim’s eyes teared up. She saw firsthand how the game altered Joe’s mind, so that even though he had enough money to leave the game, he didn’t. She witnessed how the allure of the game kept him in the streets, which ultimately led to his premature demise. She felt obligated to warn Malek of the flip side of the game; the cons of the drug game. Malek reminded her so much of Joe, and she saw the same glare in Malek’s eyes that once was in Joe’s.
    Kim reached in her bosom and pulled out a small key and a small piece of paper that had a safety deposit box number on it. “Malek, I’m supposed to hand this key to you. But it rips at me to do it because it’s like me signing your death certificate.”
    â€œWhatchu talking about? Ain’t nobody bringing death to me!” Malek said defiantly.
    Kim shook her head. She knew that Malek had that gangsta ego, which was one of the worst kind. “Malek, listen, just tell me you don’t want this key because you’re about to get out of the game and you won’t need it.”
    Malek smirked. He looked down at the ground and then at Kim.
    â€œKim, I’m supposed to be in the NBA right now. But I fucked that up and I didn’t make it. And in the process, I let my agent down, I let my fans down, I let my coaches down. And you wouldn’t believe how I let my moms down. But you know what? There isn’t anybody that I let down more than myself! So for me to walk away from you right now and not take that key, a key that Joe wanted me to have, then you know what? I would be letting Joe down and proving how much of a fuck-up and a failure I am.”
    â€œMalek, I hear you. And you know, you’re about to make tears come to my eyes. You were gonna be the number one pick in the NBA and now you’re about to be the number one hustler in Flint. But what you’re missing is that you could be number one in whatever you put your mind to. Start a business and you’ll be bigger than Bill Gates. Go to law school and you’ll be bigger than Johnnie Cochran. And that’s because you got something special in you just like Joe had. Don’t follow in Joe’s footsteps and waste that special