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

wave of young men wearing street clothes and heavy jewelry came down the aisles. None of them looked to be over twenty-one, but they all looked like money. These were the Goon Squad, which were Seven’s young killers and protection. They definitely let their presence be felt as they took their seats in a row entirely reserved for them.
    Ball ordered a mixed drink and just sat back and observed. His date wasn’t much of company so he remained silent. Just as the main event was about to start, Ball saw the man of the hour walk down the aisle. It was Seven. He had a cigar in his mouth and a well-tailored Armani suit hung perfectly on his body. His Creed cologne invaded people’s nostrils as he walked by and everyone could feel the star power enter the room as he strolled by. He stopped and slapped hands with a few celebrities before finding his seat in the front row, right next to Lola. The show was about to begin and Ball had to find his way in. Ball grew butterflies in the pit of his stomach as he watched Seven’s movements. He never in a million years thought that he would be on the opposite side of the law. Everything happened so fast. He downed his drink and shook his head in guilt. The announcer began to introduce the fighters for the main event and the game had begun.
     
     
    “Stop playing with this nigga!” Seven screamed as he stood up in frustration. Diggs was man-handling the underdog with ease. The crowd was on fire and everyone was on their feet cheering and rooting for a knockout. Seven was licking his chops knowing that he was about to come up on the big payday. He and all of his associates had a handsome wager on the odds of the champ winning. The bell rung just before the champ could knock the underdog out and the crowd cheered on, wanting more. Ball sat back and watched as Seven talked shit and enjoyed himself with his friends and he wondered how he would approach him. Ball had been watching the fight closely and knew that the champ had a great chance of losing if he didn’t win before the fourth round. The champ had no stamina and always had trouble with left-handed boxers; the challenger was a lefty.
    Seven laughed and smacked hands with Lola and bragged about the new car he would buy with his winnings from the fight. Ball was going out on a limb and acted without thinking.
    “Put your money where ya’ mouth is homeboy! Diggs bouta get knocked out!” Ball yelled as he looked straight at Seven. Seven frowned and turned around, looking to see who was talking reckless about his man.
    “You talking to me?” Seven said as he pointed at his own chest and looked around in confusion.
    “Yeah, I’m talking to you,” Ball said with sinister smile. Immediately the goons stood up and all attention went on Ball. Ball looked around and saw eight pair of eyes on him and he began to feel caged in.
    “What’s up homie? We got problems?” One of the goons asked as they all stuck their hands in their waist and hoodies, ready to pop off in front of cameras and all. They just didn’t give a fuck about human life. That’s why Seven had them on his team. They were all young, wild, and thought they had a lot to prove.
    Seven raised his hand, signaling for his goons to back down. He then focused his attention back to Ball. “Yo, how much you got to bet?” Seven asked.
    “I got whatever,” Ball yelled over the crowd’s chatter as he stood up and reached into his pocket. He pulled out a big bankroll and held it up for everyone to see. “Ten racks sound good?”
    “Bet! I’ll take that li’l ass money from you. Easy!” Seven said as he returned the smile and slowly nodded his head.
    “This fight just got a little bit more interesting,” Ball said as he turned around just in time to see the fight begin once again.
    The boxers emerged from their corners and went at it. The fatigue started to show in the champ and just like that.... Bang! He got caught with a left hook and rocked to sleep! The fight was