The Dopeman's Wife: Part I of the Dopeman Trilogy by JaQuavis Coleman

Author:JaQuavis Coleman [Coleman, JaQuavis]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Tags: Fiction, African American, General, Urban
ISBN: 9781622861286
Google: vV1q3Id5bDkC
Publisher: Urban Soul
Published: 2009-05-01T00:05:20.023874+00:00

POLITICS AS USUAL

Chapter Fourteen

Tical sat across from Gunplay Murdock staring down at the chessboard. It was 10 a.m. and they were having breakfast together. Gunplay and Tical had a ritual. Every morning, over a game of chess, they would have conversations about their operation. Gunplay was Tical’s enforcer, and you couldn’t mention his name, if murder wasn’t in the same sentence. He didn’t get the name for nothing.

Only a few people knew of the magnitude of Tical’s prominence in the streets. He had the city’s heroin trade on lock, and chances were, if you were shooting dope in Baltimore, it came from him. He had a plug out of Florida that provided him with a high potency dope at dirt-cheap prices. His dope, which he labeled “primo,” drove the market crazy.

“Yo’, I heard some bullshit in the streets about that nigga Bear. Nigga talking slick out of his mouth. He been telling niggas that he’s going to rock you,” Gunplay said, not in an instigating way, but more out of concern.

Tical took his time before he spoke. The news didn’t seem to affect him at all. “Gunplay, let me ask you a question. When have you ever known me to not stay two steps ahead of niggas? This game is like chess. I know that nigga is talking out the side of his neck, but I ain’t worried. I’m already prepared for that. He a little nigga anyway.”

“I already know, bruh. But the nigga talking like he trying to off you or something. Niggas is stepping out of line, fo’ real. My lil niggas told me how he said you think you too big for niggas now. You know how niggas get when they see you doing your thing.”

“Naw, it’s cool. Let the nigga come. I got something for him. The nigga is just hot because I cut his ass off. He was on the east side with some stepped-on bullshit dope, selling it as primo, and giving my brand a bad name. I told that nigga to kill that shit, or I was going to cut him off. He kept doing the shit, so I stopped supplying him.”

“So what you want me to do about this?”

“Just fall back. Let him come to me, and we will handle it then.”

Although Tical was twenty-eight, he had sixteen years in the dope game. At his age most hustlers were either dead, in jail, or just getting in the game. But Tical was ready to retire. He was the walking blueprint of the perfect hustler.

Gunplay took his focus off the game. “Yo’, what happened to shorty you left with last night?”

Tical smirked and glanced back to make sure Nautica wasn’t around. Then he focused back on the chessboard and his next move. “Shorty upstairs ’sleep.” He nodded his head in confirmation.

“Word? You bagged shorty that quick?”

“It ain’t none of yo’ business. But, naw, I ain’t do nothing with her. She cool people, though. We just sat back and kicked it last night.” Tical took a sip of the apple juice on the table.

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