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

grabbed a robe and headed to the front where Dame waited at the small dinette table.
    “What the fuck you sneaking up on me for?” Ball said as he dried his ears with a towel.
    “First of all ... I can do whatever the fuck I want. You are state property until I’m done with your ass. Let’s be clear on that.” Dame said with a stern tone as he pointed at Ball.
    “Whatever. Hold on. I got good news.” Balls said as he walked to the closet. He grabbed the duffle bag that Seven had arranged to be dropped off to him and walked to the table where Dame was seated. Ball then emptied the plastic wrapped bricks onto the table.
    “Who gave you this?’ Dame asked as his eyed looked on in awe.
    “Seven did. So I’m done right? I got the drugs, now go arrest his ass and send me on my way,” Ball said.
    “Seven actually gave you these himself?” Dame asked with skepticism all over his face.
    “Well, not exactly. This morning I heard a knock at the door and when I answered this is what I found. But I saw him the previous night and he basically told me that he was going to hit me with the bricks.”
    “That’s not good enough. If we want to put him away for a long time, we have to build a case. This is not going to happen overnight. This is a slow grind that I handpicked you for. You have to get in his circle and move like him. We need to get him to trust you and let you in. This way you can get us to the source. You have a get out of jail free card. You can basically break any law and not worry about getting in trouble. Any law except murder.”
    “Is that right ... ?”
    “So I want you to do what you do best nigga ... hustle. I want you to do what you do and don’t think about what’s at the end of the road. It’s either you go all the way in or don’t go at all. I don’t have to tell you the alternative do I?” Dame asked as he stood up and tossed one of the bricks to Ball. “Jail for a very long time. Think about it.” he said just before he left the room, leaving Ball alone to think to himself.

Chapter Eight
     
    Snitching with Benefits
     
    Ball dropped the dope off to Dame at the boxing gym and Dame gave him more money to re-order with. They were about to slowly build a strong case against Seven. Dame brought Ball to the backroom where a young man with a briefcase was waiting for them.
    “What the fuck is this?” Ball asked as he stared at the young light-skinned man in front of them. He closely resembled a Hollywood model with his good grade of hair and high yellow skin.
    “This is Gary, he’s a police officer who is about to go undercover.”
    “Okay, what does this have to do with me?” Ball asked.
    “I want you to introduce him to Seven as a potential buyer. We have never had someone get close to Seven like you have. We need a more experienced person working on the inside.” Dame said as he folded his arms and leaned against the wall.
    “You got to be kidding me? This nigga?” Ball said with skepticism as he pointed at Gary. He began to look Gary up and down and knew that Seven would sniff him out a mile away. “You trying to get me killed? I can’t do that. This nigga ain’t been in the streets a day in his life.”
    “You do not know anything about me nigger,” Gary said as he stood up and poked out his chest. Ball couldn’t help but to burst out in laughter.
    “First of all, it’s nigga, not nigger. This is the shit I’m talking about. This nigga ain’t street. And you need to sit yo’ punk ass down before I pistol whip yo’ ass,” Ball said with a smile stepping into Gary’s face.
    “Hold up!” Dame screamed as he stepped in between the two men. “Settle down! And Ball, you ARE going to introduce him to Seven. If not, I’ll ship your ass back to prison so fast that your head will spin.”
    “I can’t believe this bullshit. Okay, I’ll do it.” Ball said after an extended moment of silence. “At least tell me you don’t want me to introduce him as Gary. That shit