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

Ball, ordering a drink.
    “What’s up daddy?” she asked as she looked over at Ball and smiled, showing her pretty smile. Her smooth, brown complexion and dimples solidified her beauty and Ball was definitely impressed.
    “What up,” he answered coldly as he looked her up and down and then back at the dance floor.
    “Nice watch.” She added as she glanced down at the diamond encrusted Rolex. It seemed as if her eyes lit up when she saw the jewelry on his arm. She couldn’t hide it. Ball caught on.
    “Thanks.” Ball said uninterested. The girl could feel his unwelcoming vibe and she quickly jerked her head and rolled her eyes.
    “Your loss,” she said as she got her drink and walked away. Ball smiled and shook his head at her ignorance. The word gold-digger oozed from her personality and Ball saw right through her. He didn’t want any part of her. Zoey was the only girl that was on his mind, so hooking up with a chick was the last thing on his mind.
    “Shorty got a fat ass though,” Ball said to himself as he watched her walk away. His eyes followed her as she walked to the corner of the room where two guys were leaning against the wall in black hoodies. She whispered something to one of them and walked away. Ball’s antennas instantly went up, but he dismissed it when a tap on his shoulder took his attention. It was Lola.
    “Yo, what’s up homeboy?” she asked holding an extra bottle in her hand.
    “Hey Lola,” Ball said as he smiled and looked her up and down. Although she dressed casually, wearing skinny jeans and a small jacket, she still had sex appeal.
    “I got your text. You done with them joints already?” Lola said referring to the bricks that she hit him with.
    “Yeah, I’m on the last joint. I need to re-up,” Ball said confidently as he took a sip of his drink.
    “Yo, come up to VIP with us. I saw you over here looking lonely,” Lola joked as she unleashed her smile. She handed him a bottle and led him back to their section. Ball bobbed his head to the music and approached the booth Seven and a couple of ladies were sitting at.
    “Look who I found in the crowd,” Lola said as she slid in the booth next to Seven.
    “The new kid on the block,” Seven said as he smiled and extended his hand. He slapped hands with Ball, greeting him.
    “What’s the word?” Ball asked as he scoped the VIP scene. The club had roped off the whole section for Seven and his crew. Only Goon Squad was allowed. Of course, a couple of special females were granted access. Bottles were flowing and they owned the club.
    “Just celebrating my little sister’s birthday,” Seven said as he downed the rest of his champagne.
    “Happy birthday, Lola B!” One of the goons yelled as he held up a bottle. He also let a couple of girls into their section. Lola stood up and whispered to Seven that she was about to use the restroom. Lola stood up and headed toward the restroom while the goon unhooked the velvet rope and stepped to the side, letting the stampede of stallions gain entrance. All eyes were on the girl in the red dress with the gigantic ass. She was the same girl that had approached Ball just minutes ago.
    Seven leaned over toward Ball and said, “I hear you making them things move. Your whole supply gone in seven days; I see you out here,” Seven said as he nodded his head in approval. Just as Ball was about to respond, the girl in the red dress slid next to Seven. Seven’s attention immediately diverted to the voluptuous woman who had just sat down.
    “How you doing, mister?” the woman asked.
    “I’m good, ma. I saw you from up here. You got the whole club’s attention,” Seven said as he downed another shot of liquor that was in front of him. Normally he wouldn’t drink that much but he was determined to celebrate on behalf of Lola’s special day. Ball looked toward the corner of the room and saw the two men that the girl in the red dress whispered to, watching closely. He instantly knew