Resurrection by Treasure Hernandez Read Free Book Online

gift that God put in you.”
    Malek paused as if he were in deep thought, and he did take in every word that Kim had said. But he felt that she didn’t really understand him and that she never would, nor would anyone else. He moved forward and embraced her, and he whispered in her ear and told her to be strong. As he hugged her, he simultaneously took hold of her hand and the key that was his.
    â€œI’ll be smarter,” he said to her.
    She nodded her head, knowing that she was handing him death.

    About a week after Jamaica Joe’s funeral, Malek walked into the First of America Bank, the place where Joe kept his safety deposit box. It had been two weeks since he’d been shot, and he was ninety percent healed from his wounds. Malek wondered what was in the safe deposit box and why Joe had told Kim to give the key to Malek if something ever happened to him. It seemed like he knew he was going to die early , Malek thought as he walked up to the male teller.
    â€œHello, how may I help you?” the man asked with a cheesy smile.
    â€œI would like to go into my safety deposit box,” Malek said as he slid the teller the card with the box number.
    â€œFollow me,” the man said as he made his way to the back of the bank. Malek followed the teller into the spacious vault.
    The teller stuck his master key in the safety box and began to head out of the vault. “Ring the bell when you are ready to exit,” he said before closing the vault behind him.
    Malek slowly walked to the box and entered his key. He slowly turned it and pulled out the large steel box from the wall. He took the heavy box over to the table in the middle of the room.
    Malek didn’t know what to expect as he stared at the box. He took a deep breath and opened it up. His eyes lit up as the neatly placed Benjamin Franklins lined up in stacks. He flipped through the money, all hundred-dollar bills. “Oh my God,” he whispered.
    A note with Malek’s name on it was in an envelope under one of the money stacks. Malek picked it up and opened it.

    Malek,
    If you’re reading this, that means I’m gone. Every hustler’s reign eventually comes to an end. The lifestyle that we live doesn’t come with any guarantees or pension plans. It’s hard for a man to express his feelings to another man. It’s just our nature. But I wanted to let you know that I love you like a younger brother. I see myself in you, and I want you to remember all the things that I taught you.
    I don’t want to tell you what to do or anything, but my greed probably is the reason why I’m not alive anymore. Get your money and get out of the game, Malek. If you stay too long, you will end up like me or in somebody’s jail cell. Start you a family and enjoy the good things in life.
    I left you one million dollars to secure your well-being. I am the one who turned you out to the streets; I feel it’s only right to give you this. I put the poison in your hands and cursed you with a hustler’s mentality. I never seen a hustler as smart or as disciplined as you. I created a monster. I can’t tell you what to do with it, but please be smart. Remember to keep business and personal completely separated. Take care of yourself, Malek.
    One,
    â€œJamaica” Joe Holland

    Malek took a deep breath and put the letter in his pocket. He wasn’t ready to leave the game alone so soon. He had to admit that he didn’t expect to be reading a note like that from Joe, but it was what it was. Nobody knew what it was like to be destined for the NBA and then to have that pulled from under you. Nobody understood what it was like to have things at your beck and call from the age of 12 simply because you can play ball. It was like a drug to Malek, a drug that only a handful of human beings ever experienced. Malek had experienced it, and he got addicted to it.
    He wanted to feel that high again. He didn’t want to