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

stretch limos, and A-list celebrities, all made up what was to be a night to remember. Braylon took a deep breath as he hid behind the tinted window of a cocaine white Maybach, sitting in the back seat of course. He looked over at the thick Latino woman who was sitting next to him in a sparkly red dress. Actually, she was an undercover police officer who Dame had assigned to escort Braylon undercover. Braylon rolled his eyes and looked out of the window, still hating cops to the core of his soul. He watched people stare at the car and squint their eyes, trying to figure out who was in the luxury car that cost damn near a quarter million dollars. Braylon always wanted to ride in the backseat of a Maybach ... but not like this. He was riding in his dream car; but he was riding as a snitch and that shamed him. “This some bullshit,” Braylon whispered under his breath as he shook his head from side to side and then took the shot of Patrón that sat in his cup holder.
    “Let’s do it,” he said as he slammed his cup down and glanced over at his date who was putting the finishing touches of her make-up on. Braylon closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he contemplated bailing out on the operation and taking his odds on the run from the law. The reality of his situation stopped him from jumping ship and Braylon decided go head and go through with an act that went against all of his beliefs... . snitching.
    As the chauffeur opened the door, the massive sound of people and chatter overwhelmed Braylon and he slowly placed his Mauri gator shoe on the red carpet. That’s when he felt the buzz the entertainers often talk about. All eyes were on him as flashes and questions were directed at Braylon as he stepped out. He buttoned the last two buttons that went to his tight-fitting, gray Armani suit. He smoothly checked his cufflinks, and then reached his hand in the car to help his date out the vehicle. It was the beginning of what was too be a long road of grand deception.
     
     
    Seven puffed on his Cuban cigar as he sat in the back dressing room watching the champ shadowbox and prepare himself mentally for the fight, while his entourage stood around him giving him words of encouragement. Seven looked over at Lola and tapped his watch, signaling for her to retrieve his Russian friend who was sitting front row awaiting the fight to begin.
    Lola Banks was the daughter of Ohio’s legendary heroin Kingpin.... Bunkie Green. She followed in her father’s footsteps and got into the dope game at an early age. While other teenage girls were chasing niggas and dreams, Lola was using her father’s name to get her into the right circles and eventually linked up with Seven. She was a hustler to the core and was infatuated with fast money. She was dark as night, but with smooth skin and pearly white teeth. She stood five foot eight and with long legs, resembling a ghetto Naomi Campbell. She was a beautiful as they came, but just as deadly. She wore a small black dress, complimented by Louboutin red bottom heels. Her hair was tied back tightly, displaying her GS tattoo which stood for Goon Squad and identified her affiliation with Seven’s crew. Lola took her time as she made it to the main floor and amongst the 50,000 people in attendance. She made her way to the front row, where only millionaires and important spectators sat. Mostly rich men and A-list celebrities filled those seats, but her crew was there front and center. She finally reached the person who Seven had sent her to get. A powerful Russian man who was one of Seven’s business associates. She bent down to whisper in his ear and he immediately stood up and Lola escorted him to the back where Seven and the champ waited.
    Meanwhile, Seven was in the back talking to Diggs.
    “You know I got the bank on you tonight, my nigga. I need you to go hard.” Seven said just after he made smoke circles from his Cuban cigar.
    “I got you fam. This one is going to be easy, baby. How