The Dopeman's Wife: Part I of the Dopeman Trilogy Read Free Page B

fly all in Mookie’s face.
    “What the fuck!” Mookie yelled in shock as he watched his man fall dead right beside him.
    “Don’t lie to me, man,” Zion said in a calm voice. “We have been tailing you for weeks now. You got two days of your trap in here somewhere. Now I’ma ask you one more time, and if you lie, I’ma let Loon do his thing. Feel me?”
    Mookie glanced at Loon, who had an insane glare in his eye, and he knew that look only too well. Loon’s trigger finger was itching, and he was ready to pop off. “Damn!” Mookie yelled. He regretted not visiting the safe deposit box that week. “It’s underneath my bed in a safe.”
    Zion laughed and nodded at Loon again.
    Loon aimed his gun at Mookie’s leg and let off another round, instantly dropping him to his knees.
    Zion bent to one knee, so he would be face to face with the whimpering Mookie, who was gripping his wounded leg. “Why are you playing with your life, son? We already checked in that safe under yo’ bed. That’s where you keep this, right?” Zion pulled out a black 9 mm from his back pocket. “What you thought? We were rookies? You watch too many movies, nigga. You thought you were going to go to the box and start blasting, huh? That ain’t how shit go in real life. I’ma ask you one more time—Where’s the dough?”
    “Man, it’s in the freezer in the basement.”
    “In the freezer? I would have never thought of that.” Zion smiled, knowing that he was about to hit a lick. He quickly rushed down the stairs and headed for the deep freezer.
    Once Zion was in the basement, he cracked open the freezer, moved around some of the frozen vegetables, and just as Mookie promised, there were Ziploc bags with neatly stacked hundred-dollar bills in them. He rubbed his hands together. “That’s what I’m talking about!”
    Zion quickly ran back upstairs to grab a garbage bag and tell Loon that the money was where Mookie said it would be. He nodded at Loon, signaling to him that the money was downstairs, and almost instantly, Loon put a bullet in the back of Mookie’s head, rocking him to sleep permanently.
    Mookie grunted just before he fell face down on the carpet, where a small puddle of blood began to spread, turning the beige carpet maroon. The air quickly began to stink of human waste. Mookie had eased his bowels on himself, because of his relaxed muscles.
    Loon smiled as he stared at the body. The stink had become so familiar, it didn’t even bother him anymore. He stepped over Mookie’s dead body, like it was litter on a city street, and followed Zion down the stairs, where they both began to pull the money out of the freezer like madmen and tossed it into a heavy-duty garbage bag.
    Nautica, wearing a thong-and-bra set and a gold see-through wrap tied around her waist, oiled her butt cheeks in circular motions as she looked at her profile in the full-length mirror. The bass from the speakers on the main stage shook the floor in the back dressing room, where the scent of musk mixed in with various female body odors drifted around the room. She shook her head. She hated the fact that she degraded herself for money, but she did her best with the hand she was dealt. “I got to get out this mu’fuckin’ strip club, straight up!” she mumbled to herself as she pulled her garter belt up to her thigh. She’d been working in Magic City for six months and always told herself that she would make five thousand dollars and quit, but that day was yet to come.
    Her mind began to drift as she thought about Zion and the incredible night they’d shared the night before. She smiled as she thought about their bonding so quickly and naturally. She felt her love button pulsate just at the thought. She also had flashbacks about the way he put it down in the bed. And she loved that they talked for hours after they’d had sex, great sex at that, and it was never a dull moment. Nautica didn’t know if it was because she hadn’t had sex in a while,