Read Online Dopeman: Memoirs of a Snitch (Part 3 of Dopeman's Trilogy) by JaQuavis Coleman - Free Book Online

your mouth, boy.”
    Just as he was about to take his seat he felt the vibration of his phone on his hip. Lola’s face popped up on his screen and he immediately answered the call.
    “What up?” he asked.
    “We should talk about the kid Ball. He’s coming to Hazel’s tonight. Can you meet me there?” she asked, her angelic voice filling his ear.
    “Yeah give me a few. I’m coming from my crib. I’ll meet you there,” he responded.
    Seven stood from the table just as his nanny entered the kitchen. The Latino woman shook her head as she asked, “Oh Rah, what are you eating?”
    “Chocolate chip pancakes,” he said with a mouthful.
    Seven turned his back to his son and reached in the kitchen drawer to retrieve his strap. He concealed it in his waistline before facing Rah. “I’ve gotta go meet Lola. I’ll be back later tonight. You be good a’ight?” he asked.
    “A’ight,” Rah responded as he pounded his father’s fist.
    “I love you man.”
    “I love you too,” Rah responded. It was the last words he heard before he left the house, and they were motivation enough to make him want to move wisely. Everything he did was for Rah. His son needed him but little did Rah know ... Seven needed him just as much.
     
     
    Seven stood in his office in the back of the bar looking out of his two-sided mirror at the busy patrons who frequented the spot. He could see all that was happening throughout his establishment, and although he was peering out of a window ... from the patrons’ point of view they were looking into a mirror. They never even knew his private office sat on the other side of the wall. He sipped cognac slowly, savoring the dark flavor of the liquor as he checked his Movado watch. He wanted to be observant of the time. Timeliness said a lot about a person’s efficiency. He already had it in his mind that if Ball stepped foot inside his bar a minute past 11:30 P.M. then he would not deal with him.
    “Looks like he may be late,” Seven said as heard his office door open behind him. He didn’t need to look. He knew that she was the only person who had the balls to walk into his space without knocking.
    “He said he would be here,” Lola said as she stood beside Seven, her Prada perfume filling the room. “If he’s late.... it’s a wrap. Tardiness is a habit and I’m not trying to take on another headache. If his ass is dumb enough to be late for this meeting, then he’ll be dumb enough to be late on the money and I really don’t want to have to get at this guy. He’s kinda cute.” Lola smirked as she nudged Seven’s shoulder. He shook his head from side to side.
    “What?” she feigned innocence.
    “You about to catch another one up in Lola’s web?” he asked.
    “Shut up Seven,” she said with an eye roll. She focused her eyes out onto the club and noticed Ball walk into the door with five minutes to spare. “He’s here.”
    Seven looked out on the crowd until his eyes fell onto Ball. He noticed the cautious look in Ball’s eye and the constant swivel of his neck as he checked his surroundings. Fresh in designer threads he smelled like money and Seven had to give it to him ... the young dude seemed to have some hustle about him.
    “Bring him back,” Seven stated as he took a seat in his executive style leather chair. Seven wasn’t a friendly nigga and it was rare that he even considered opening up his circle, but he sensed something in Ball. There weren’t many hustlers who could afford a front row ticket at a Vegas heavy-weight fight, but Ball was sitting right there ... amongst the stars as if he belonged. And if he was getting money in Ohio, Seven needed to know about him. If Ball passed all the tests, Seven wouldn’t hesitate to give the young man a starting spot on his roster.
     
     
    Braylon walked into the bar his nerves on edge as he looked around, surveying those around him. Butterflies filled the pit of his stomach. His usual confidence waned and he felt