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

thought I wouldn’t see through that bullshit?” Seven asked. He felt insulted that Ball would even think that he would fall for it.
    “Yo, I didn’t know. I know that nigga from back home. He used to get those things from me.” Ball said nervously as he tried to plead for his life.
    “I knew he was a cop as soon he came in. Shit ... he even walked like one.” Seven said as he stood up and expressed his anger.
    “Yo, I swear to God. I did not know. You gotta believe me.” Ball said.
    “The clown ass nigga even had on one of my old goon’s chain. That chain was custom made. How do I know? Because I bought it for him, before he got locked up on drug charges a few years back. I know it was the chain the feds confiscated because it’s the only one in the world. One of one, homeboy!” Seven explained. Ball instantly thanked God that he passed on the chain and it made him wonder about the Rolex that he currently had on.
    “You have to believe me! I didn’t know that bitch-ass nigga was a pig. If I knew ... I would rocked that nigga to sleep my damn self!” Ball shot back with fire in his eyes. Ball honestly forgot that he was undercover and spoke truthfully as he pleaded for his life. Seven stared long and hard as he slowly paced back and forth with his hands in his Armani slacks. Seven then went into his pocket and pulled out a chain. It was the same chain that G had worn. He placed it on top of the article and smiled at Ball.
    “That nigga sleeping. You understand me? That’s what we do to snakes,” Seven said.
    “If he was a cop, that’s good. I never knew. I wish that nigga a thousand deaths!” Ball screamed.
    Seven looked at Lola and then back at Ball. Something was telling him that he made a mistake. There was something about Ball that was authentic and Seven took notice to it. So much tension was in the air, you could cut it with a knife. Lola stood behind Ball ready to shoot on command, and Seven went back and forth in his mind. Ball sat there with his teeth clenched, awaiting his destiny. Lola glanced over at Seven and then shook her head, signaling that they shouldn’t kill him. She believed that he was telling the truth. Seven valued Lola’s opinion, so he nodded, signaling her to take the gun off of him.
    “We just had to be sure,” Seven said as he walked around to his desk chair and sat down. He picked up his cigar and took a pull. Ball didn’t want to show it, but he was nervous as ever. He thought for sure he was a goner.
    “There is nothing fake about me. I’m just trying to get to the money. Nothing more, nothing less. And if you put a gun to my head again ... you better kill me.” Ball said in a threat. Seven respected Ball’s gangster.
    “I respect that. But I had to make sure. It was too much smoke around the situation.” Seven said.
    “Come on. Let’s get to the money,” Lola said as she smiled and patted him on the shoulder.
    Ball smiled back, but deep inside he was nervous as hell. He played it off as he took a sip of his drink, knowing that he had just dodged a bullet.
    Seven flipped through the pages of the paper and pointed to another article. “This is what we’re about. Family over everything. Nobody goes against the family,” Seven said as he tapped the headline which read, “Two men and a woman found slain on the northside of Columbus.” Ball instantly knew that Seven had cleaned up the robbers that had tried him the other night. At that moment, Ball realized how treacherous Seven was. He ran the streets with an iron fist and Ball just witnessed that first hand. Ball was about to get in deep with a real life gangster. Seven spun in his chair, signaling that he was done talking to Ball. The smoke circles seemed to come out of thin air as Seven puffed his cigar and thoughts of accepting a new member on his team danced around on his brain.
    “See you guys tonight at dinner,” Seven said. With that, Lola motioned for Ball to follow her out the back door. She was