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nipples in his mouth and moved his tongue as if it had a motor.
    Keesha smiled as she felt herself about to explode. “Stop, stop!” she said as she put her hands on his “chance.” She didn’t want to cum so quickly.
    Mitch ignored her request and kept thrusting, and within seconds, a small squirt shot from her love box and onto his stomach, causing him to become more aroused. About to erupt, he stroked faster and faster. “Aghhh!” Mitch yelled as he exploded inside of Keesha, depositing a walnut-size glob. He could feel her doing “Kegels” while he was still inside of her. He collapsed on top of her, and they both lay there breathing heavily.
    As Mitch lay there, he felt as though Keesha had made a liar out of him. Maybe she would have been worth the swap after all.

Chapter Four
    M alek’s eyes were red from going without sleep. There was no way he could rest until he had Halleigh back. In deep concentration, he sat silently, his elbows on his knees, and his hands clasped together and propped underneath his chin.
    Unsure of what to say, Scratch sat nearby staring at Malek. He, too, had next to no rest as he and Malek thought of ways to get Halleigh from Mitch’s clutches. With the shooting of the cop on their hands, their chances of getting away with another bank robbery were slim to none.
    For the past couple of hours, Malek had been racking his brain while Scratch sat there in silence, not wanting to interrupt him. Fresh out of ideas, Scratch knew it was best that he just remain quiet if he wasn’t coming up with a plan to make some money to get Halleigh.
    With not a word spoken in the last couple of hours, it was obvious that both Malek and Scratch were at a loss. Scratch had a bad feeling about the entire situation. He knew that the amount of money that Mitch was requesting for Halleigh’s ransom was damn near impossible to acquire in such a short period of time. Back in the day, if a man demanded an outrageous ransom then, nine times out of ten, he never really had any intention of giving the kidnap victim back anyway. Scratch hoped and prayed that this wasn’t the case and made sure not to let Malek on to his theory.
    Malek felt Scratch’s eyes on him. “What?” he asked.
    Scratch simply cast his eyes downward, hoping that Malek couldn’t look into them and read his mind.
    â€œI know what you’re thinking, man, but don’t say it. I can’t deal with that right now.” Malek let out a sigh and wiped his hands down his face. “I promise that if Halleigh doesn’t come out of this, I’m not going to be able to live, man.” He shook his head in despair. “I can’t live without her. I tried that before, and it doesn’t work. Without Hal, there’s no point in me being here, so she has to come out of this. She has to.”
    Scratch wasn’t so sure himself, but he tried to assure his friend. He knew he needed to be the voice of reason right now. “She will. If she can survive years on the street with a cold-blooded muthafucka like Manolo, then she should be able to get through this. Halleigh’s a smart girl. I’m sure she’s playing the hand she was dealt, but still, we’ve got to get to her quick. There’s only fifty-two cards in a deck, if you know what I’m saying.”
    â€œI feel you, but I’m not going to try to kid myself. A half-mil in seventy-two hours? We were pretty much doomed from the start.” Malek stood up and began pacing. “Perhaps we went about this all wrong in the first place. Instead of wasting time running up in banks, trying to get that paper, we should have been running up on Mitch’s bitch ass.”
    Scratch had to “lightweight” agree with him, but it was too late for all that now. They had to come up with something else. “You’ve got to think, youngblood. There’s got to be a way for us to get to Halleigh