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

much?” the champ said as he slightly raised his chin and grinned, knowing that his man had a lot riding on him.
    “Two mil,” Seven said in a low tone being modest while returning the smirk. Just as Seven let the words escape his mouth, Lola and the tall, blonde haired Russian man entered the dressing room. Seven and the champ’s attention focused on them as they walked in. Seven raised his cigar and signaled for them to come over. Seven wanted to introduce his friend to the undisputed champion of the world. The Russian walked over and Seven introduced them. “Champ this is my good friend, Mikell. Mikell, meet the champ.” Seven said. Mikell spoke English but he nodded his head and grinned and the champed did the same.
    Although Mikell spoke little English, he and Seven had a great business relationship. Money was a universal language and in the drug game it was all that mattered. Mikell was also a big gambler and Seven had invited him out to Vegas to meet the champ and place a seven figure bet on Diggs. The Russian was impressed that Seven knew the champ personally and that only made Mikell respect Seven even more. Gambling wasn’t the only reason Mikell came to meet Seven in Vegas. Seven was solidifying a fifty kilo deal in the midst. Seven usually went through the Diamond Cartel for his dope, but he wanted to test out another source. Seven potentially would begin copping from the Russian with the raw from that day forward. So in Seven’s eyes this trip was business and pleasure all rolled in one.
    “I have very large money on you tonight.” The Russian said in broken English as he threw a hand on the champs shoulder. “Kill him for me my friend.” The Russian stated.
    “I got ’em,” the champ replied as he looked at the Mikell and then back at Seven. “I will check you out after the fight. Party at my house, cool?” the champ said to Seven.
    “No doubt. See you later on my nigga.”
    “A’ight, one,” the champ said just before he pounded Seven’s hand and returned to the table to begin to get taped up for the fight. Seven, along with Mikell and Lola, headed down to their front row seats and get ready to view the fight. Seven glanced a couple of rows back and saw members of the Goon Squad in attendance and he nodded to one of them, letting them know to watch his back. The goon nodded back to confirm that he was on his job. It seemed as if the Goon Squad was there to enjoy the fight, but that was the furthest from the truth. They were solely there to protect their boss by any means necessary. While every other person in the building would have their eyes glued to the ring, the goon’s would be watching anybody and everyone around Seven.
     
     
    Ball sat in his seat and watched as the undercards fought. People were filing in just in time to see the main event. Everybody was rooting for the champ to knockout the no name opponent. Ball knew better though. He was an avid boxing fan and knew that the champ had problems with southpaw fighters. He really believed that it was the night that the champ would get knocked out. He probably was the only person in the building besides the underdog’s corner that believed he would win. Ball looked around and noticed that stars and celebrities were all around him. He couldn’t believe his eyes. The first couple of Hip Hop were seated a couple seats down from him and the NBA phenom, King James was a row behind him. He was definitely in foreign territory but he loved every moment of it.
    The lady he was with leaned over and whispered in his ear, “There goes Lola Banks.” Ball immediately looked at the woman coming down the aisle and she was far more beautiful in person. She wore a tight fitting black dress and six inch heels, red bottoms of course. Her wide hips were on full display as she swayed her assets back and forth, making her way to the front row seat. She was accompanied by a white man in a well-tailored suit. Just as they made their way to the seat a