Free The Dopeman's Wife: Part I of the Dopeman Trilogy by JaQuavis Coleman Page B

Hennessy. She took a deep breath and glanced over at the side of the stand, where Zion’s Louis Vuitton bag sat—the same one he always carried his money in. Hell yeah, she thought as she watched Zion passionately kiss Khia and rub the tips of his fingers on her love button.
    She crept up behind Zion, who was still standing, and began licking his muscular back. Nautica sat the special k pills on her tongue. Then she grabbed Zion’s jaw and turned his face toward her to kiss him and, in the process, slipped the pills in his mouth. She then gave him the Hennessy bottle. “Here, baby, wash it down with this,” she said in her most seductive voice.
    Khia lowered herself and took Zion into her mouth.
    “Oooh, shit!” Zion grabbed the bottle from Nautica and took a swallow to wash the pills down.
    Nautica then climbed on the bed and began to masturbate while Zion was getting head from Khia. Zion was turned out. He felt like he was having an ongoing orgasm. He stared at Nautica’s fat, juicy lips that sat between her legs as he grabbed the back of Khia’s head and stroked her mouth like it was a vagina.
    Come on, mu’fucka, fall out! Khia pretended she was enjoying what she was doing.
    Nautica wondered how long it’d take for the drug to kick in. Pass out, nigga. From what Khia had told her, it took place immediately, but Zion was showing no signs of dizziness or confusion. She wondered if the drug was going to work. She then got on all fours and began helping Khia with the blowjob. Zion threw his head back, his eyes closed and a smile on his face.
    Khia let Nautica finish the blowjob as she slipped off the bed and reached for her purse.
    While Nautica continued to satisfy Zion, she felt his legs get wobbly. It’s kicking in .
    Without warning, a loud sound erupted, knocking Zion back. Khia had just sent a bullet through his chest.
    Nautica screamed in shock when she saw Zion topple over the table and fall to the ground. She looked back at Khia, who possessed a look of hatred in her eyes as she held the smoking gun. Nautica reached over and snatched the gun from Khia. “What the fuck are you doing, K?” Nautica yelled, her hand shaking nervously with the gun.
    Khia was still staring at Zion with her lips tight, and pure hatred in her heart. She knew Zion had ordered her baby father’s murder, and she finally got her revenge.
    “Oh, shit!” Loon whispered. He almost dropped the video camera. He was taping through the shutters in the closet, something Zion had asked him to do. This wasn’t their first time doing this either. What the . . . Loon’s eyes grew big as golf balls. He regretted leaving his gun in his car as he looked at Zion breathing heavily and holding his chest. Dirty bitch . His adrenaline was pumping now as he watched Zion fight for his life, blood pouring from his torso. He wanted to bust out of the closet to help his mentor, but he knew that would be suicidal. It took all of Loon’s self-control for him not to jump out of the closet. He still had the camera rolling as he watched the two girls and listened closely.
    Nautica yelled, “What the fuck are you doing?” She stared at Khia like she was crazy.
    Khia walked over to Zion and spat on him. “This bitch-ass nigga had Quaye killed. I know it was him,” she said, tears streaming down her face. “Quaye didn’t hurt anybody. He didn’t have not one enemy ever, and all of a sudden, after that stunt at Magic City, he got killed. He killed my Quaye! So now he is about to die! He killed the father of my baby!”
    Nautica cocked her head to the side and frowned. What baby? “Bitch, are you crazy? You wasn’t supposed to kill him. And where in the hell did you get that gun?” Nautica watched Zion gasp for air.
    Khia then snatched the gun from her and let off another round in Zion’s body.
    Nautica sat there in shock as she stared at the dead body. She quickly snapped out of her daze, put on her coat, and grabbed Zion’s Louis Vuitton bag.