Dopeman: Memoirs of a Snitch (Part 3 of Dopeman's Trilogy) Read Online Free PDF Page A

flared and he bent three unnecessary corners just to ensure that he was not being followed. Paranoia consumed him as his blood shot eyes surveyed his surroundings and his neck sat on a constant swivel.
    He couldn’t believe that Ralphie had set him up. Braylon was positive that Ralphie had intended to kill him and the fact that Ralphie was aware of where he rested his head at night had Braylon shook. He pulled up to his home and sat in the driveway for fifteen minutes as he tried to detect any movement inside. Everything appeared to be the same as he had left it, but this still didn’t ease the worry from his heart. He reloaded a fresh clip into his gun before grabbing the duffel bag and stepping out of the truck. The familiarity of his home allowed him to breathe easier, but he had a nagging suspicion that he just couldn’t shake. There was no way he would sleep on Ralphie. Now that Ralphie had shown Braylon pure shade, Braylon wouldn’t be caught slipping again.
    The silence in his house caused goose bumps to form on his arm as Braylon went from room to room, turning on lights ... letting his gun lead the way. He called Zoey’s name but got no answer. For some odd reason, he felt like someone was in the house. He called for her once more, but again ... nothing. Thoughts of Ralphie sending his goons to wait on him had him paranoid. He was ready to pop something. His nerves were shattered because he knew that he could have easily been getting tags on his toes at that very moment. Braylon finally calmed down and took a deep breath. What a day, he whispered as he shook his head and lowered his gun, realizing that he was tripping. He knew that Zoey was probably at the dance studio practicing late so he had time to clean himself up before she came home. He went into his room and emptied the contents of the duffel bag onto his bed. He removed his blood soaked shirt, wincing as he moved his bloody shoulder. The bullet had gone in and out so he decided that he wouldn’t go to the hospital. Braylon tried to rotate his arm but a sharp pain shot threw his entire body. As he raised his head, he heard the sound of footsteps sneaking up behind him. Gun already in hand and with a hair trigger Braylon turned around and fired.
    Boom!
    Zoey’s eyes bulged from her head as her mouth dropped in an “O” of protest as the bullet entered the center of her head and exited out of the back of her skull.
    “Noo!” Braylon shouted as a crimson dot appeared on Zoey’s forehead. As if time slowed down, he watched as Zoey’s legs gave out from underneath her. She fell in slow motion ... first to her knees and then face first into the carpet.
    “No ... no ... Zoey,” Braylon pleaded as he dropped the gun and felt his knees began to get weak. He then rushed to her side, pulling her up onto him for support as he collapsed onto the floor. He called her name repeatedly, begging her to live…to breathe, but it was too late. She had died on impact. Her eyes stared back lifelessly as Braylon picked her up and cradled her as her limp body dangled from his arms. Braylon let out a series of thunderous roars that came from the bottom of his gut. Tears began to form and fall as he cried like a baby, knowing that he had just mistakenly took the life of his one true love.
    “I’m sorry baby. I’m so sorry. Please wake up,” he whispered as he rocked her back and forth and gently kissed her forehead, hoping that she could somehow come back to life. Deep inside he knew she was gone. Her body was limp and there was no denying that her heart had stopped. He knew it because for a brief moment his heart had stopped also. The moment he had pulled the trigger his life had also ended.

Chapter Three
     
    This Can’t be Life
     
    Braylon sat with the screw face as his eyes roamed the men around him. He didn’t trust any of them and the ones who had tried to befriend him or take him under their wing aroused even more skepticism. There was nothing friendly