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

left feet.” Nautica followed him to the dance floor.
    Khia watched on as they headed to the dance floor and began to dance. Moments later, while Khia was taking swigs of her Moët, she saw Zion and Loon enter the club. From the look on Zion’s face, she knew that he was heated. Zion’s eyes scanned the room, like an eagle looking for his prey. She rushed over to the front, trying to block Zion’s path. “Hey, Zion! Nau—”
    Zion brushed her off and went straight past her when he spotted Nautica snapping her fingers in the air, and slow-grinding with Quaye. He couldn’t bear the sight. “Move, bitch!” he mumbled, headed to an unsuspecting Nautica, whose back was turned to him.
    Zion had changed his mind about the caper that he had planned for the night and turned around and went home. When he didn’t see Nautica, he immediately knew where she had crept off to.
    I told her ass not to come to this mu’fuckin’ club with that ho . Zion approached Nautica, with Loon close behind. He reached for Nautica’s hair and yanked her back and whispered in her ear through clenched teeth, “What the fuck are you doing here dancing with this nigga? Huh?”
    “Zion, stop. You’re hurting me!” Nautica tried to grabbed his hand and pull it away from her hair.
    Khia rushed over and started screaming at Zion. “Let her go, nigga! Why you comin’ in here and actin’ a damn fool?”
    “Shut up, bitch!” Zion never even looked at Khia.
    Quaye instantly got offended and ran up on Zion, but before he could even do anything, Loon had a pistol pointed to his forehead. The DJ instantly cut the music, and all you heard was chatter throughout the club, as all eyes were on their fiasco.
    “Easy, my nigga,” Loon said calmly as he coldly stared at Quaye.
    The club turned into complete pandemonium. People began to scatter, trying to pile out the club’s single exit.
    In the midst of all the chaos, Zion still had Nautica’s hair wrapped around his fist. “I told yo’ ass that I didn’t want you down here, didn’t I?” he said, his grip getting tighter by the second.
    Before Nautica could even respond, she found herself on the floor.
    Khia was yelling obscenities, but all of her rants fell on deaf ears. Zion picked Nautica off the floor and practically pulled her out the club.
    Loon struck Quaye with the butt of his gun and watched as he fell to the ground in pain. He pointed the gun at Quaye’s head and smiled as he saw the fear in Quaye’s eyes.
    “Loon, let’s go!” Zion yelled as he pulled Nautica toward the exit. He glanced back at Loon who stood over the man, pointing his gun. “Let’s go,” he yelled again as he briefly stopped. He then felt Nautica trying to pull away from him. “Where the fuck you think you going?” He wrapped his hand around her neck and squeezed.
    “Zi—Zion, I can’t breathe.” Nautica tried her best to get him to unleash his grasp, but he was much too powerful for her.
    Khia jumped on Zion’s back and began beating him upside his head. “Get off her, you bitch-ass nigga!” she yelled as she delivered another blow to Zion’s head.
    Zion, without taking his hand from around Nautica’s neck, flung Khia clear across the room, crashing her into some tables.
    Quaye quickly scrambled to her side, but was helpless, because he wasn’t strapped.
    Zion pulled Nautica out and pushed her in the backseat of his truck that was parked in front of the club. He slid in next to her and remained silent. Soon after Loon jumped in with them and drove off.
    “What the fuck is your problem!” Nautica yelled as she began to cry. She smacked Zion across the face.
    Zion shot a look at her, and just the look alone scared the shit out of Nautica. She scooted away from him and held her hand up, just in case Zion was going to strike her. Zion looked at her and shook his head from side to side.
    Nautica continued to cry. I’m done with this crazy nigga. It is over!
    Zion watched Nautica as she slept