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Mitch’s eyes, hoping that his conscience would get the better of him and he would find it in his heart to let her go. But every time she tried to lock eyes with him, he would just look away and avoid eye contact with her altogether.
    After a brief exam that took all of five minutes, Doc put his stethoscope and other tools inside his small gray leather bag and stood up. “Mitch, she should be fine. She just needs some rest.” Doc dug down into his leather bag and handed Mitch a bottle of pills. “And have her take a couple of these aspirin. She’ll be okay.”
    Doc also avoided eye contact with Halleigh and never spoke to her directly, just to Mitch. He walked toward the door, where Mitch was standing, and then glanced back at Halleigh. He leaned in close to Mitch and whispered, “What do you guys have going on here?”
    â€œGet the fuck outta here.” Mitch grabbed Doc by the collar and escorted him out the door. “Jake will pay you on your way out,” he said, as the doctor hurried down the stairs.
    Mitch returned to the room and focused back on Halleigh, who was balled into a fetal position. For a brief moment, he wondered if he’d done the right thing, using her to get to Malek, putting her in the middle of a street beef, when in reality she had nothing to do with the matter. Nevertheless, his pride wouldn’t allow him to admit that he was wrong, nor allow him to punk out and give Malek the win by letting Halleigh go without collecting a ransom.
    â€œIt’s all just a part of the game,” he whispered to himself, trying to ease the guilt that rested square on his shoulders. He walked over to Halleigh and tossed the bottle on the foot of the bed. He began to say something to her, to let her know that everything was going to be all right, but he couldn’t think of any words to say. So, he didn’t say anything at all. He just turned and left the room, not even offering her a glass of water to take her pills.
    Halleigh heard the sound of the door closing, followed soon after by the clicking noises of the locks being turned. She glanced at the camera that Mitch had made one of his goons put in the high corner of the room, and gave the middle finger to whoever was watching her. Although she could be the sweetest, most loving and forgiving person in the world, right now Halleigh was full of nothing but pure hatred, and the object of her emotions was none other than Mitch. She hated Mitch with a deep passion.
    Everything in her wished that she could kill him, but she wasn’t a killer. She never had been and knew that she never would be. It just wasn’t in her. But if ever she just snapped and lost her mind, Mitch would definitely be at the top of the list of all the people who’d hurt her in her life.
    It was almost as if Mitch could feel the daggers of hate being shot at him by Halleigh. He’d tried to get her off of his mind by blasting his car stereo with Lil’ Wayne’s latest, but as he cruised down North Saginaw Street, his thoughts kept going back and forth to Halleigh being left locked up back at the spot. Something in him was urging him to go back to the spot and let her go free. “Fuck that! That nigga Malek gon’ feel pain,” he said, trying to justify what he was doing to Halleigh.
    He hit his steering wheel out of frustration as he jumped on the highway to go over to Keesha’s house. If anything could get his mind off his wrongdoings, it was Keesha’s head game.
    A few minutes later, Mitch pulled into Howard Estates apartment complex, where Keesha lived, and parked his Land Rover in the handicap space. He checked his mirrors and his surroundings before he got out of the car to enter the building. He patted his hip to make sure he was strapped. After scoping the scene for a couple of seconds, he hopped out.
    When he made it to Keesha’s door, he noticed that it was slightly cracked. His antenna immediately