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

sounds weak.”
    “No, I go by G-Dog.” Gary said proudly in protest. Ball couldn’t help but to chuckle.
    “Look, your name is G. That G-Dog shit is corny as fuck. And please go get you some new clothes and not none of this bullshit you got on.” Ball said as he shook his head and put his hands on his waist. Gary remained silent as he looked down at the clothes he had picked out as street gear.
    “Cool. Now come over here and let me show you something.” Dame walked over to the table and flipped open the briefcase. He exposed several pieces of platinum and gold jewelry. All of the pieces were shiny and diamond clustered. Ball immediately knew they were real and expensive by the way it looked.
    “If you’re going to play the part ... you have to look the part. These are pieces that were confiscated from drug dealers over the years. Raids, seized items, and evidence inventory had stockpiled over the years. Take your pick.” Dame said as he stepped back and let them pick their jewelry. Gary instantly went for the biggest piece in the briefcase. He grabbed a platinum chain with a diamond encrusted Jesus head. The piece was custom made and was one of a kind. He put it around his neck and looked down in pure admiration. He always fantasized about wearing one and he finally had the opportunity to put on a chain worth more than his house.
    “I am going to take this,” Ball said as he grabbed a modest platinum Rolex with a diamond front. It wasn’t too flashy, but it looked like money. It was a perfect fit for him.
    “Great. Remember, it’s a marathon not a sprint. We have to build a case on this man and take him down. Let’s take our time and try to get deep in his organization.” Dame said as he closed the briefcase and walked out. “Have a goodnight gentleman. And remember, I’m always watching.” He said as he exited the room, leaving the two men alone.
    Ball looked at the corny dude next to him and shook his head, knowing that he wasn’t fit to play the part. Fucking around with Dame’s people was sure to get him killed. He would never introduce anybody to Seven again. He was going to do it his way from that point on. Period.

Chapter Nine
     
    New York State of Mind
     
    Club Karma was rocking. Seven and his crew were in the building in the VIP section. It was a particularly special night. It was Lola’s birthday and everyone in the city came out to show love to the first lady. The Goon Squad along with Seven and Lola, posted in the roped off section in the rear. All eyes were on their section but no one could come close to the infamous crew. The goons posted front and center making sure no one crossed into their section. The bass thumped through the speakers and it was a couple of ticks before midnight. Lola danced by herself with her hands in the air as her favorite song came through the speakers. A bottle of Rose’ was in her hand and she drank the thousand-dollar champagne like it was water.
    Ball sat at the bar and sipped on a vodka and cranberry, periodically glancing at the VIP section. He got wind of the party and under Dame’s order, was forced to go and mingle. Ball pulled out a wad of money and peeled off a fifty to pay for his drink. He told the waitress to keep the change as he turned his back on the bar and scoped out the place. Ball noticed men and women’s heads beginning to turn as a woman walked by. She had the biggest ass Ball had ever seen in his life. Her thin waist made her look like drawn cartoon figure, rather than a real person. Her body was simply amazing. She wore a tight fitting dress that hugged her figure, leaving nothing to the imagination. She wore red stilettos and a short bob hairstyle similar to that of actress Nia Long’s. Every time she took a step, her weight shifted from one plump butt cheek to the other. Her juicy behind jiggled every time her foot hit the pavement and the men drooled over her as she made her way to the bar. She approached and stood right next to